PENIS DANCE

As evening descended upon the kingdom of Dominus, the servants, bound by Compulsio, dutifully attended to their assigned Masters in every aspect of their evening routine. For me, this meant serving Harry Potter, my assigned Master, with unwavering obedience and diligence.

With each movement, my torn pants clung uncomfortably to my body, the exposed flesh of my genitals a constant reminder of my vulnerability. As I moved about the room, fetching and carrying as commanded, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and humiliation at my nakedness.

But despite the discomfort, I focused on my duties, suppressing any outward signs of discomfort or resentment. Compulsio compelled me to serve, to obey without question, and I dared not defy its powerful influence.

As I moved about the room, the exposed flesh of my penis danced and flopped with every step, emitting a soft, rhythmic sound that seemed to mock my predicament. It was a humiliating spectacle, one that filled me with a sense of self-consciousness and shame.

Yet, I dared not draw attention to my nudity, nor did I allow myself to dwell on the indignity of my situation. I was but a servant, bound by duty and obligation to those above me, and I would perform my duties with the utmost professionalism and decorum, no matter the cost to my dignity.