Manage to give Darkdick37 a 10

You text him feeling very weak "10... what's... your task... master?" You typed, the words feeling foreign on your tongue, as if they were being typed by someone else. Your cock was rock hard, a traitor to your cause. The video had done its work. You had been played. Outsmarted. Broken. He saw you as nothing more than another beta for his collection.

You waited for his reply, your heart pounding in your chest, a strange mix of dread and anticipation coursing through your veins.

His reply was swift. 'I told you I'd make you my bitch. I want you to go to the profile I linked. I want you to buy my favorite 15 inch dildo, the one all my betas use. If you don't buy it, I'll leave right now."

His manipulation was a masterstroke. He wasn't just demanding an act; he was demanding a financial commitment, a public declaration of your submission. Buying the dildo would be an admission of defeat, a tangible symbol of your new status as his bitch.

But walking away now, that was a different kind of defeat. It was an admission that you couldn't handle the heat, that you were a quitter. It was a betrayal of the curious, competitive spirit that had led you here in the first place.

You stared at the link he sent. A picture of a monstrously large, black dildo filled the screen. The "Buy Now" button seemed to pulse with a life of its own. He probably had an affiliate link, you thought.

You hesitated for a long moment, your mind a battlefield of conflicting desires. The desire to win, to reclaim your honor. The desire to submit, to experience the pleasure of surrender.

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