I Know That You Are Sitting Here Stuffed with Buttplug Now!!!
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I know exactly where you are right now. Sitting there, helpless, plugged up, and completely at my mercy. You thought you had control? Pathetic. You're exactly where I want you—right in front of your screen, eyes wide, breath shallow, feeling that tight stretch inside you as a constant, humiliating reminder of what you really are. Don't even try to deny it. I can see you. Squirming. Clenching. Maybe even dripping. That little plug inside you? You didn't put it there for yourself. You put it there for me. Because you knew—the moment I started speaking, you'd belong to me completely. And now? There's no escape. I'm in your head. I own your thoughts. And soon oh, you have no idea what I have planned for you. Are you ready to lose every last shred of your dignity? No? Too bad. You don't have a choice. Now, open wide, slut. It's time for your final test.
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Look at you.
Sitting there, right in front of your glowing screen, eyes locked onto my words like a desperate little mutt waiting for scraps.
You know exactly why you're here, don't you?
You know that no matter how much you try to pretend you have control, you don't. I do.
I own that weak little brain of yours, that useless wallet you pretend is yours, and that throbbing, aching little excuse for a cock you dare to call a dick.
