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Part 1 & Part 2

Gary wheeled his cart through the fluorescent-lit aisles of the local grocery store in Australia. His slim five-foot-six frame moved with the usual awkward shuffle of a twenty-one-year-old virgin who spent more time alone than he cared to admit. He reached for a pack of cereal on the shelf when he turned the corner and froze in place.

There she stood just a few feet away: a five-foot-eleven brunette whose ass looked impossibly firm and juicy. It was packed into skin-tight low-rider black latex pants that clung to every curve like a second skin. 

A bright red thong rode up above the waistband. The thin strip of fabric disappeared between her cheeks as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. The latex stretched tight over her rounded buttocks. Every slight movement made the material creak softly and highlighted the deep cleft between them.

Gary felt his three-inch cock stiffen instantly inside his jeans. It twitched hard against the fabric as blood rushed south. He could not look away from the way her ass filled out those pants. The red thong peeked out prominently. It framed the top of her crack in a way that made his mouth go dry.

She pivoted slowly on her heel to face the opposite shelf. His gaze shot upward to her white top stretched tight over massive double-F breasts. The pierced nipples poked visibly through the thin material. Silver bars caught the light with each breath she took. The heavy globes swayed gently with her motion. They strained against the fabric and created deep cleavage that drew his eyes like magnets.

Recognition hit him like a jolt. She looked exactly like Angela. She was his favorite Australian pornstar. This was the woman whose videos he had jerked off to for years. He had imagined her lips wrapped around his small cock or her body grinding down onto his lap in countless late-night sessions.

She took another step forward and reached for an item on the shelf. The resemblance solidified into absolute certainty. It really was her. Gary’s face burned crimson. A deep flush spread from his neck to his ears as he stood frozen just a few feet away. 

His small cock throbbed insistently. A bead of precum already soaked into his underwear while his mind raced through every scene he had watched her in. He recalled her riding thick cocks on screen. He remembered her moaning as cum splattered across her pierced tits. Every fantasy now felt dangerously close to real in this ordinary grocery aisle.

Gary remained rooted to the spot in the grocery aisle, his slim five-foot-six frame trembling as his three-inch cock pushed visibly against the denim of his jeans. A wet patch spread from the steady leak of precum, making his arousal impossible to hide while he stared at her without shame. 

Angela pivoted on her heel, her massive double-F breasts shifting under the white top as the silver bars through her pierced nipples pressed outward. Their eyes connected directly, and she caught him devouring every inch of her with his gaze fixed on the red thong peeking above her tight black latex pants.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice smooth and laced with amusement as she took in his flushed expression and the small bulge throbbing in his pants.

Gary's cheeks burned a deeper crimson. Words tangled on his tongue for several long seconds before he managed to force them out in a shaky rush. "H-hi, m-my name is G-Gary. I am a huge fan of your work, Angela."

Her perfectly arched eyebrow lifted while a soft smile curved her lips. She stepped closer until his line of sight sat level with her heavy tits, the thin fabric doing nothing to conceal the way her nipples stood out. Inside her head she noted how this short slim tiny guy at least showed honesty by admitting his admiration right away, even with nerves shaking his voice and that obvious small erection straining his pants.

Angela extended her hand and wrapped her fingers around his for a firm shake. "Thanks, it is always nice to meet a fan," she replied. She held the contact a moment longer than necessary, leaning in just enough for her breasts to hover near his face before adding in a playful tone, "You look like you've watched every one of my scenes more than once. Tell me, which one gets you this worked up the fastest?"

Gary went fully scarlet again, his mouth opening and closing as fresh stutters poured out. "I-I... all of them... especially the ones where you... you know..." He trailed off, completely awestruck by her presence and unable to form anything more coherent while his small cock twitched harder against the soaked fabric.

Angela tilted her head slightly, her full lips parting in a knowing smile as she studied the way Gary's slim frame quivered in front of her. His eyes stayed locked on the swell of her double-F breasts straining against the white top, the silver bars of her nipple piercings pushing out clearly through the fabric. 

His three-inch cock remained painfully hard, the wet spot on his jeans spreading as more precum leaked from the tip and soaked through the denim.

She leaned in just enough for her voice to drop lower, still playful but direct. "Tell me, Gary. Which of my movies or scenes do you love the most? I want to know you're a real fan."

Gary's face flushed an even deeper red, his mouth working open and closed several times before any words came out. He stuttered hard, voice cracking with nerves and anxiety. "I-I... the one where you... you were the latex police officer... that one gets me every time. And the prison officer scene... where you... you know, take control. The CEO one too, with the... the boardroom and everything. And all the cuckolding ones... the movies where you make the guy watch while you... you do those things."

Angela's eyebrow arched higher, genuine interest flickering across her face as she realized how deeply this short, slim virgin was drawn to her femdom and cuckolding work. She smiled to herself, noting how his small erection kept twitching visibly in his pants while he spoke, his entire body tense with embarrassment and raw desire. 

Without breaking eye contact she reached out, her fingers resting lightly on his forearm, the touch warm and deliberate as she gave a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks for being such a dedicated fan and watching all my content," she said, her tone warm yet laced with a hint of command that matched the themes he had just confessed to loving. "It means a lot to hear that from someone who clearly appreciates the power dynamics I play with."

Angela kept her hand on his forearm, her fingers tracing lightly over his skin as she leaned in closer, her massive double-F breasts nearly brushing against his face. "What are your favorite positions, Gary? Tell me the ones that make you the hardest when you have sex."

Gary's slim body tensed even more, his three-inch cock twitching visibly in his jeans with another spurt of precum soaking the fabric. He stammered and blushed furiously, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I don't... I don't really know any positions. I haven't... I mean, I just watch."

She tilted her head, a playful yet commanding glint in her eyes as she studied his nervous reaction. "Are you a virgin, Gary?"

He nodded hard, his face turning a deep crimson with embarrassment, his small frame shaking as he avoided her gaze but kept stealing glances at her pierced nipples poking through the white top.

Angela's smile widened with clear delight, her expression lighting up as she pulled her phone from her pocket and handed it to him. "Put your number in here. I'd like to meet you again. It's refreshing to meet a real virgin who appreciates my work."

Gary's hands trembled violently as he took the phone, his fingers fumbling over the screen while he typed in his number. Shock, amazement, excitement, and nerves flooded through him all at once, making his heart race and his tiny erection ache. She watched him with that same flirty smile, her tall frame towering over him.

Once he handed the phone back, Angela grinned, turned on her heel, and walked away down the aisle. His eyes stayed glued to the sway of her round ass in those tight low-rider black latex pants, the red thong riding high above the waistband, the way her curves moved with every step, and the confident flirty energy she radiated. 

He stood frozen in place, unable to believe he had just spoken to his favorite Australian pornstar, confessed his deepest fantasies about her femdom and cuckolding scenes, and watched her take his phone number with genuine interest in his virginity.

Angela pulled into her driveway after completing her grocery shopping and parked her car in the garage. She gathered the bags filled with fresh produce, snacks, and other essentials from the trunk before carrying them inside her spacious home. 

Once in the kitchen, she placed each bag carefully on the marble countertop and began unpacking the items one by one, sorting them into the refrigerator and cabinets with deliberate movements. After finishing with the groceries, she felt a familiar urge building inside her and decided to head downstairs to her private space.

She walked over to the hidden door at the back of the house and descended the long staircase into her basement, which she had transformed into a fully equipped BDSM dungeon. The room featured black walls lined with an array of restraints including leather cuffs, metal chains, and silk ropes hanging from hooks. 

Whips of various sizes, paddles, and floggers were mounted neatly along one entire wall, while a large St. Andrew's cross stood prominently in the center next to a sturdy wooden spanking bench and a padded examination table. Dim red lighting cast shadows over the space, highlighting the collection of dildos, butt plugs, and other toys arranged on shelves.

Angela moved confidently across the concrete floor toward a tall wooden closet positioned in the far corner. She opened the heavy door, revealing an organized array of fetish equipment inside, such as harnesses, collars, and various locking devices. 

Reaching in with both hands, she selected a small flat steel chastity cage from its designated spot on the shelf. She held the compact device up to examine it closely, turning it over to inspect the smooth metal surfaces and the secure locking mechanism that would keep a submissive's cock tightly confined.

As she stood there gripping the chastity cage, Angela's mind wandered back to the nervous young man she had encountered earlier at the grocery store. She pictured Gary's slim five-foot-six frame, his average build, and the way his tiny three-inch cock had visibly hardened in his pants during their conversation. 

Thoughts filled her head about how she could use a bitch exactly like him to clean up after her intense filming sessions. She imagined ordering him to kneel between her legs and use his tongue to lap up every drop of cum from her dripping pussy and stretched ass once her co-stars had finished unloading inside her. 

His inexperience as a virgin combined with his eager submissive reactions during their brief chat made him seem like the perfect candidate for such humiliating tasks, where he would serve without any expectation of his own release.

Angela continued to reflect on the possibilities while holding the steel device. She envisioned locking his small cock away in this very chastity cage, denying him any pleasure while he focused entirely on servicing her used holes with his mouth after each shoot. 

The idea excited her deeply, as she saw potential in his shy demeanor and genuine admiration for her femdom and cuckolding work. She smiled to herself in the quiet dungeon, feeling convinced that she may have just found what she was looking for in the form of this eager virgin fan who could become her dedicated cleanup cuckold.

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Part 1 & Part 2

The heavy front door swung open with a dramatic creak, revealing Claire in her full black latex catsuit that clung from her neck down to her booted feet, the glossy material molding every curve of her large breasts, narrow waist, and thick juicy ass like a second skin. 

She held a sleek riding crop in her right hand, the thin leather tip dangling menacingly, while the small key to Kai's chastity cage gleamed against her deep cleavage, nestled securely between her massive tits.

Claire snapped the crop down hard against the stone threshold, the sharp crack echoing through the night air. 'Strip naked right now, worm,' she commanded, her voice a low, bossy growl laced with unyielding authority. 'Then drop to your hands and knees where you belong.' Her blue eyes locked onto his green ones, piercing and demanding total obedience.

Kai's heart hammered in his chest, his caged cock straining futilely against the flat steel confines, but her confidence overwhelmed him completely. 

Trembling hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, peeling off his clothes in frantic haste—shirt, pants, underwear—all discarded in a heap beside his suitcases on the driveway. Naked and exposed, his thin body shivered in the cool evening air as he sank to his hands and knees, palms pressing into the gravel, knees scraping lightly, ass presented slightly upward.

Claire stepped forward with grace, snapping shiny steel shackles around his wrists first, the cold metal clicking shut with finality, chaining his hands close together. 

She moved behind him, securing matching shackles on his ankles, limiting his crawl to short, humiliated shuffles. A thick leather collar encircled his neck next, buckling tight with a padlock, the attached leash dangling from her gloved hand. Finally, she pried his jaw open and shoved the red rubber ball gag deep into his mouth, buckling the straps behind his head, stretching his lips wide around the unyielding sphere.

She cracked the riding crop across his bare ass cheeks twice, the sting blooming red welts that made him yelp into the gag. 'Good boy,' she purred. 'Time for a much deeper medical exam down in my playroom.' Grabbing the leash, she yanked hard, forcing Kai to crawl after her as she strode inside, his shackled limbs struggling to keep pace on the polished marble floor.

She doesn't wait or take things slow at all, Kai thought wildly, drool already bubbling around the ball gag and dripping from his chin, his rock-hard cock leaking pre-cum steadily into the chastity cage, the pressure agonizing yet intoxicating. His clothes and suitcases lay abandoned outside the gates, which now swung shut behind him with a ominous clang.

Claire smirked down at him, her dark red hair cascading over one shoulder as she towered above his crawling form. 'You won't need those pathetic rags or your junk anymore, pet. Everything you are belongs to me now.' She led him down the dimly lit hallway, her boots clicking authoritatively, snapping the crop against his ass cheeks every few steps to urge him faster—crack, crack—each strike jolting his body and sending fresh throbs through his trapped dick.

'Your father was such a disappointment,' she teased, her voice dripping with mocking disdain as she tugged the leash harder. 'Too vanilla, too weak to handle a real woman like me. But you, Kai? You'll be the perfect submissive bitch I've been craving—locked, gagged, and crawling for my every whim.' 

Kai's green eyes watered with submission, pre-cum oozing from the cage's slit in a steady drip onto the floor, saliva pouring from his gagged mouth as he crawled obediently, his mind surrendering utterly to her dominance, body aching for whatever depraved medical play awaited.

Claire tugged the leash with deliberate cruelty, her latex-clad thighs flexing as she dragged Kai down the echoing hallway, his shackled knees scraping against the cold marble floor with every humiliated shuffle. 

The riding crop whistled through the air before cracking sharply across his right ass cheek, then the left, leaving fiery red stripes that made his tiny caged cock throb and leak more pre-cum onto the tiles. Drool poured from his stretched lips around the red rubber ball gag, his green eyes wide with a mix of terror and desperate arousal as he crawled faster to keep up.

She stopped at a massive iron door on the left side of the hall, its surface pitted and rusted for an intimidating effect, etched with faint medical symbols twisted into perverse icons. Claire fished a heavy key from between her latex-squeezed breasts, the key to his cage glinting momentarily before she inserted it into the lock with a grinding click. 

The door swung open on squealing hinges, revealing the stark BDSM medical room beyond: gleaming steel cabinets lined with syringes, probes, and restraints; a central gurney bolted to the floor with thick leather straps; overhead lights casting harsh shadows; and racks of devices humming faintly with latent power.

'Inside, bitch,' she barked, yanking the leash to pull him over the threshold. Kai crawled in obediently, his heart pounding, sweat beading on his pale skin despite the cool air. Claire kicked the iron door shut behind them with a resounding boom, then knelt to unlock the shackles on his wrists and ankles. The metal clattered free, but before he could rub his sore joints, she grabbed his chin roughly, forcing his gaze up to her smirking face. 'Don't even think about standing, pet. Your new life starts now.'

She strode to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a full black rubber gimp suit, the thick material shiny and unforgiving, complete with an attached hood, built-in mittens, and a rear zipper access. Holding it up like a trophy, she dangled it before his face. 'Time to get dressed in your new clothes, Kai. This rubber prison will encase every pathetic inch of you—making you nothing but my toy.' Her voice dripped with bossy delight as she unzipped the back seam and stepped behind him.

Kai trembled on all fours as Claire worked the suit onto his body with clinical efficiency. She started with his feet, forcing his toes into the tight rubber stockings that gripped like a vice, the material stretching taut over his skinny legs and up his thighs. She yanked the bulk over his narrow hips, the rubber molding to his flat steel chastity cage, compressing it further and amplifying the ache in his trapped three-inch erection. 

His thin torso disappeared next, the suit squeezing his ribs and belly until he gasped around the gag, the glossy black latex sealing him from toes to neck in a second skin that restricted every breath and movement.

She shoved his hands into the integrated mittens last—thick rubber fists with heavy balls inside that locked his fingers into useless, balled-up claws. No gripping, no freedom; his hands rendered completely impotent. 

Finally, she pulled the hood over his head, aligning the eye holes and mouth opening around the protruding ball gag, zipping it shut at the back of his skull. His soft white hair vanished, his feminine features anonymized, the world narrowing to the rubber's oppressive embrace and Claire's towering form. Only his green eyes peered out desperately, his entire body now a shiny, helpless black rubber encasement, cock cage bulging obscenely against the crotch.

Claire clipped the leash back to his collar and led him—now waddling awkwardly on useless fists and knees—to the steel gurney in the room's center. 'Up you go, worm.' She hoisted his lightweight frame onto the padded surface with ease, positioning him on his back. 

Methodically, she restrained him completely: thick leather cuffs snapped around each wrist, pulling his balled fists to the upper corners and bolting them down with padlocks. Ankle cuffs followed, spreading his rubber-sheathed legs wide and locking them to the lower rails, exposing his ass fully. 

A wide chest strap pinned his torso flat, another across his thighs, and a final one over his forehead immobilized his head. He tested the bonds frantically—muscles straining, rubber creaking—but not a millimeter of give. Utterly helpless, splayed and vulnerable.

Stepping back to admire her work, Claire unzipped two small ports over his nipples, exposing the pink buds through the rubber. She pinched each one hard, twisting until he whimpered into the gag, then attached heavy vibrating clamps—chrome jaws that bit down with electric teeth. 

She flicked a switch on the control panel nearby, and the clamps buzzed to life, vibrating intensely against his sensitive flesh. Random jolts of electricity followed at unpredictable intervals—zap!—searing pain shooting through his chest, making his body arch futilely against the straps, pre-cum surging in his cage.

Her gloved hands moved lower, unzipping the ass flap of the suit to reveal his smooth, hairless cheeks. Claire selected a massive fucking dildo from a wall mount—twelve inches long, girthy as his wrist, mounted on a hydraulic piston arm that she aligned precisely with his virgin asshole. 

She squirted thick lube onto the bulbous head, slathering it generously before smearing more into his tight pucker with two probing fingers. 'This will ream your ass open, boy,' she taunted, pressing the tip against his hole. With a mechanical whir, she activated it—the dildo thrust forward slowly at first, stretching his ring wide, then picked up a relentless rhythm: in deep, out halfway, pounding his prostate with every brutal stroke. 

Kai's muffled screams vibrated the gag as his ass clenched and yielded, the invasion filling him completely, sparks of unwanted pleasure igniting alongside the burn.

Satisfied with his ass-fucking, Claire knelt between his spread thighs and unlocked the flat steel chastity cage with the key from her cleavage. The device clicked open, and his pathetic three-inch cock sprang free—rock-hard, veiny despite its small size, twitching desperately in the open air, slick with backed-up pre-cum. 

'Look at this tiny prick,' she laughed, slapping it lightly to make it bob. She fitted a clear vacuum pump over it, sealing the tube around his base and activating the slow suction cycle. The pump tugged rhythmically—pull, release, pull—edging him mercilessly at a glacial pace, swelling his cock to its max without mercy, denying orgasm as his balls tightened in agony. Kai moaned loudly into the gag, hips bucking uselessly, the edging drawing guttural pleas from his drooling mouth.

Not done, she slapped adhesive pads onto his smooth balls, wiring electrodes that hummed with latent charge. A quick zap tested them, making his sack contract and his body jolt. Next, she lubed a thin sounding rod—stainless steel, beaded for extra teasing, removed the pump on his cock—and gripped his cockhead, parting the slit. 

Slowly, she inserted it, inch by inch down his urethra, the intrusion burning and stretching his piss tube until it seated deep, blocking any hope of release. Kai's eyes rolled back, tears streaming as the rod locked in with a clip. 

She placed the pump back on and switched it to a slow pump.

Claire wrapped a tight medical band around his upper arm, the sensor beeping to life and displaying his skyrocketing heart rate on a nearby monitor—140 bpm and climbing. Finally, she unbuckled the ball gag, yanking the soaked red rubber from his jaw with a pop, strings of saliva trailing. 

His mouth hung open, gasping, but she silenced him swiftly by fitting a breathing control mask over his face—sealed rubber with tubes connected to a regulator. She adjusted the valves, restricting his inhales to shallow sips, exhales forced and ragged, her finger on the dial dictating his very breath.

Standing back, hands on her latex hips, Claire circled the gurney like a lion, crop tapping her thigh. The dildo hammered his ass steadily—thud, squelch—pump edging his tiny cock, clamps buzzing and zapping his nipples, electrodes tingling his balls, sounding rod plugging his shaft, mask choking his air. Kai writhed in ecstasy and pain, heart monitor beeping wildly, rubber suit slick with sweat underneath.

'I dreamed of strapping your father down here,' she teased, leaning close to whisper through the mask, her breath fogging the visor. 'Making him my bitch, fucking his ass raw while his little ego shattered. But he was too weak, too straight-laced. So I'll settle for you, Kai—his pathetic son, even tinier, even more broken. You'll take everything he couldn't, leak and beg in this rubber hell forever.' She cranked the dildo's speed higher, twisted the pump to suck harder, and shocked the nipple clamps—zap!—drawing a strangled howl from his controlled lungs.

His three-inch cock pulsed in the edging vacuum, balls electro-shocked, ass reamed, breaths rationed, body a symphony of denial and overload, mind dissolving into total submission as Claire watched, eyes gleaming with sadistic joy.

Claire's blue eyes sparkled with wicked glee as she plucked a sleek remote control from a nearby tray, her latex fingers dancing over the buttons. She thumbed the dial for the hydraulic dildo first, cranking it to maximum depth and speed. 

The machine whirred louder, the thick shaft plunging deeper into Kai's ass—fourteen inches now, stretching his hole to its limit, slamming against his prostate with punishing force. Each thrust hammered in balls-deep, withdrawing just enough to let his ring clench before ramming back, the lube squelching obscenely as his cheeks jiggled from the impacts. Kai's rubber-encased body bucked against the straps, his muffled cries echoing through the breathing mask, ass muscles spasming around the invading cock.

She synced the second remote to his heart rate monitor, linking the electrodes on his nipple clamps and balls to an automatic feedback loop. As his pulse skyrocketed—beep-beep-beep racing past 160 bpm from the ass-fucking onslaught—the system detected the surge. Zap! 

Sharp electricity crackled through the vibrating clamps, searing his nipples like fire, making his chest convulse. Simultaneously, the ball electrodes fired, jolting his sack with a deep, throbbing burn that contracted his nuts tight. His heart rate dipped instantly to 120, the shocks calibrated perfectly to deny climax, pulling him back from the edge every time pleasure built too high.

Claire leaned over his immobilized form, her large breasts straining the latex as she gripped the vacuum pump tube encasing his three-inch cock. Inside the clear cylinder, his shaft swelled desperately, veins bulging, head purple and leaking. She twisted the sounding rod lodged deep in his urethra—thin steel beads scraping his inner walls, stirring the sensitive channel while the pump sucked rhythmically. 

Pull... hold... release... the vacuum edged him mercilessly, drawing his cock to full girth then easing off, repeating the cycle over and over. She jiggled the rod playfully, fucking it in and out a fraction, blocking any cum path as pre-cum bubbled around it, trapped and denied. 'Feel that, slut? Your tiny dick weeps for release, but I own every drop.'

The breathing mask hissed rhythmically, valves opening for shallow inhales—two seconds in, four out—forcing his chest to heave in controlled panic. Claire adjusted the oxygen mix lower, stars dancing in Kai's vision as hypoxia amplified every sensation: the dildo reaming his ass raw, nipples throbbing from zaps, balls tingling, cock edged to insanity. 

His mind fractured under the onslaught, green eyes glazing over in the hood's slits. This woman—Claire, his father's ex, his doctor—wielded total control, her kinks a labyrinth of machines and pain that pinned him utterly. No escape, no mercy; he surrendered 100%, her submissive toy, body and will broken to her whims.

Grinning, she affixed wireless earphones over the hood's ears, sealing them tight. She tapped her phone, queuing audio files: her own moans filling his skull—deep, throaty gasps turning to screams of orgasm. 'Fuck me harder... yes, pound my pussy... oh god, I'm cumming!' Her voice, raw and ecstatic, looped with wet slaps of flesh, her climaxes peaking in shuddering wails. The sounds drilled into his brain, syncing with the ass-pounding dildo, making his cock twitch violently in the pump. Edge after edge built, his hips straining futilely, balls churning.

Heart rate spiked to 170—zap! Nipple clamps electrocuted, balls shocked, breath cut shorter. Pump slowed to a crawl, sounding rod twisted to plug deeper, halting the cum surge. Kai howled into the mask, tears soaking the rubber interior, body quaking.

'You hear that, Kai? That's me getting fucked properly—big cocks stretching my juicy ass and pussy, making me squirt while you leak in your little tube.' Claire circled the gurney, crop snapping his inner thigh. 'Your dad couldn't give me this. He whimpered like you, but ran. Now his virgin son takes it all—ass gaping, cock ruined, heart racing for my amusement.'

Dildo accelerated, burying to the hilt faster, prostate milked relentlessly. Audio swelled: her orgasms crashing, 'Cum inside me... fill my cunt!' His cock ballooned in the pump, pre-cum frothing—heart 175—zap-zap! Electricity ripped through nipples and balls, vision whiting out, breath rationed to gasps. Pump halted suction, rod blocking the tip, orgasm crushed again.

She played with the rod more, sliding it halfway out then shoving it back, beads massaging his urethra while the audio teased her pleasures. 'Pathetic three-incher. You'll never fuck anyone. Just edge forever, zapped like a bug.' Heart climbed anew—zap! Denial looped endlessly.

Kai's world narrowed to her control: ass fucked mercilessly, cock edged in vacuum hell, shocks policing his arousal, breaths owned, ears flooded with her ecstasy he could never touch. Utter submission consumed him, Claire's degradation sealing his fate as her eternal, denied plaything.

She was just getting started.