Run into your room

Jake stumbled to his feet, his body still trembling from the overwhelming mix of humiliation and pleasure. His pants were soaked with the evidence of his shame, and his mind was spinning with disbelief. He had just cum at Mike's feet—licking his dirty, sweaty socks—and the realization hit him like a freight train. The humiliation clung to him, leaving him feeling sick and aroused all at once.

Without saying a word, he hurried out of the room, his face burning with shame. His legs felt weak as he made his way upstairs, **** to get to the privacy of his bedroom, where he could try to make sense of what had just happened. He slammed the door shut behind him, breathing heavily as he leaned against it.

Everything felt wrong. The commands, the fetishes, the way his body had betrayed him so completely. He needed to fix it—now. His hands shook as he reached for his pocket, **** to open the app and undo the damage that had been done. But when his fingers came up empty, his heart dropped.

The phone was gone.

Panic set in as Jake realized with a sinking feeling that Mike still had his phone. Mike had been holding it when he changed Jake’s fetishes, and he had never given it back.

Jake’s breath quickened, his pulse racing with dread. Without his phone, without the app, he had no way to reverse what had happened. He was trapped in this humiliating spiral, and Mike was the one holding all the power now.