Humiliation Over a Broken Slave

I forced my eyes open mid-orgasm, still spurting, and froze. My guests – all 15 – stood there, silent, staring. No laughs, just wide eyes. Each gaze stretched my climax, shame and ecstasy twisting together. It lasted forever, a heavenly hell. When I finally crashed back to reality, I knew I’d give my life to these women – every second of my submissive existence theirs to command.

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