Goddess Gynarchy – Ballbusting a helpless slave in bondage

I had so many exquisite torments prepared for this slave, each one arranged with the precision of a sadistic ritual. Nothing about his suffering could be left to chance; the order had to be perfect. His cock still needed to function later, when I would make him to fuck another slave for my own amusement – not for pleasure, but to watch him humiliate himself under my gaze. That meant pacing my cruelty, leaving just enough time between the ballbusting and the bi play to keep him useful.
But there were other considerations. His trembling stomach still needed to be fed a “meal” worthy of a pet: a bowl of canned puppy food that smelled faintly of despair. I toyed with the timing. Should I feed him first? Watch him lap it up like the he is, only to kick it out of him moments later? No. I wanted the food to stay down, to become part of him, to sit heavy in his gut as a reminder of what he is. So the plan was decided: break him first. Feed him after.
He is bound in the corner of my dungeon’s scaffolding frame, his body stretched wide by spreader bars and suspension bars that turn him into a helpless display. His scrotum hangs exposed as a vulnerable, trembling offering for my boots.
I stalk him slowly, dressed in a skin-tight latex bodysuit, fishnet stockings tracing lines of power down my legs, and patent knee-high boots gleaming under the dungeon lights. My presence alone crushes his breath. I whisper my intentions into his ear, sharp little promises of what’s coming, mixing taunts with false starts that make him jerk and shudder. He knows he’s prey, but he doesn’t know when the predator will strike.

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