Chapter 12 by Coy-toy

Do you obey your tormentor?

You have fallen too far into sub space

Despite the brief pause in torment, or the fact that your once opponent turned her back on you and is now totally vunerable, the thought of disobeying her doesn’t cross your mind. You really aren’t even thinking anymore, your mind just an animalistic set of needs. And what your needs now scream if to obey and hope this extastic feeling of humiliation and obedience increases.

The Punk grabs a large horse cock shaped dildo, atleast ten inches long and jet black, and attaches it to a harness. She pulls up the rigged cock and secures it confidently before turning back to you. Your tormentor then snaps her fingers and orders “at my feet pony... now!”

You instantly obey, crawling to her feet as quickly as you can. You can barely contain yourself despite having the large fake cock right in front of your face, and you look up at the dominant woman with your needful eyes.