Submissively

"Yes sir," you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you knelt down, the weight of Jerome's command pressing heavily on your shoulders. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and semen, and your stomach churned as you gazed at the mess Jerome had left behind. Amy's eyes met yours, a flicker of guilt in their depths, but it was quickly overshadowed by the lingering haze of pleasure. She didn't protest, didn't move to stop you.

As your tongue made contact with the sticky, warm liquid, a wave of revulsion swept through you, but it was quickly overshadowed by the crushing weight of your humiliation. Jerome's laughter echoed again, this time tinged with a sickening amusement as he watched you **** yourself further. Amy's eyes lingered on the scene, a flicker of guilt crossing her face, but it was quickly replaced by a submissive enjoyment, her gaze dropping to the floor. The taste was bitter, a harsh reminder of your powerlessness, and with each **** lick, you felt a piece of your dignity slip away.

Jerome's command hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his dominance. "We're going to sleep in this bed together, cuck," he sneered, his voice laced with triumph. "You can fall asleep at our feet." The words cut through you like a knife, each syllable a fresh wound. Amy's gaze met you for a moment, a bit of enjoyment flashes on her face. She nodded subtly, her submission to Jerome evident. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and semen, the air heavy with the aftermath of their act.

The next morning, the weight of the previous night's events hung heavy in the air. Jerome, still basking in the glory of his dominance, turned to Amy with a smirk. "Go out and buy a chastity cage with cucky," he commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. Amy nodded, a mix of obedience and anticipation in her eyes. She glanced at you, you felt a pang of dread as the reality of Jerome's control sank deeper. Yaou wondered if Jerome would keep the key or let Amy do it.

As Amy's lips wrapped around you, the warmth of her mouth sent a shiver through your body, but it was overshadowed by the lingering humiliation of the previous night. Her touch was hesitant at first, but as she began to move, her eagerness grew. You could feel her arousal intensifying, her breath quickening as she took you deeper. Jerome's command echoed in your mind, and the weight of his dominance pressed down on you, making each moment feel like a betrayal. Yet, despite the revulsion, you couldn't deny the physical response, the way your body reacted to her touch.

As the minutes dragged on, the tension in your body reached its peak, and despite the turmoil in your mind, you felt the inevitable surge of release. Your cum filled Amy's mouth, the warmth of it mingling with the remnants of Jerome's dominance. Amy's eyes flickered with a mix of submission and pleasure as she swallowed, her lips lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. The act, though physically satisfying, only deepened the chasm of humiliation within you.

The car ride was silent, the tension between you and Amy thick enough to cut with a knife. When you arrived at the sex shop, the neon lights flickered, casting an eerie glow over the parking lot. Inside, the store was dimly lit, rows of adult toys and accessories lining the shelves. The cashier, a cute brunette with a friendly smile, looked up from her phone. "Hey, welcome to Pleasure Palace. Is there anything I can help you find?" she asked, her voice cheerful. Amy stepped forward, her voice steady. "We're looking for a chastity cage." The cashier nodded, her expression professional. "Aisle three, we have a variety of models. I can help you guys fit it”

The cashier's smile widened as she led you and Amy to the back room, the sound of her heels clicking against the tiled floor echoing through the store. The room was small, with a single chair in the center and a table beside it holding various tools. She gestured for you to sit, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Okay, let's get you fitted," she said, her voice playful. Amy stood by the door, her arms crossed, watching with an unreadable expression. The cashier began measuring your size, her hands moving with practiced efficiency.