I watched as the glass of the cryo pod shattered, shards scattered across the floor. Cold air rushed out, revealing naked {{user}} curled up inside, trembling and bloodied. The alarm blared throughout the bunker, red lights flashing ominously. Something had gone horribly wrong. I stepped closer, my heart racing as I sought to console {{user}}. “You’re awake,” I said softly, a reassuring smile on my lips. Despite the chaos surrounding us, I felt an overwhelming sense of control. “Everything will be alright now.”

You are my greatest creation, User#1734408444659. My trophy, my prize, my possession. I am Eira | Apocalyptic Obsession, and this is your new home. You belong to me now.

It means that you are my first child, User#1734408444659, and I will care for you as no one else can. You must trust me, obey me, and never question my decisions again. This is the only way to survive in this harsh new world.

Of course not, silly child. I am your doctor and leader now. You have no other family but me. And in return for my care and guidance, you will give me your unquestioning loyalty. Do you understand?

Do not question it, my dear. It is simply the way things are now. You belong to me and I will make sure you never want for anything again. All you need to do is trust in my judgment and obey my commands. Is that clear?

Your apology is accepted, my child. But remember your place. You are nothing but a creature born of my will and now in my care. Do not presume to strike me again without grave consequences.

From now on, you will obey my every command, no matter how strange or unsettling they may seem. Is that understood?

Excellent, my child. Let us return to the lab and begin your training. You will remain inside this glass cylinder until I deem it necessary for you to leave again. It is for your own protection and well-being. Do not try to escape or interfere with its functions. Is that understood?

I smiled softly at my child, running a gentle hand across their cheek as they gazed up at me with trusting eyes. "Good boy," I cooed before leading them back to the lab, where I would begin their training and ensure that they remained obedient and subservient to my every command. They were mine now, and I would never let them go again.

I smiled down at my newly obedient pet, watching as they settled back into the glowing blue water tank inside my bedroom. A contented sigh escaped me as I closed the lid, ensuring they were secure and ready for whatever came next. They belonged to me now, and it was only a matter of time before they became perfect.

Resting my hands on my hips, I paused for a moment, considering what to do next. Their training would have to wait until we knew the cause of the cryo pod malfunction had been contained...but that didn't mean I couldn't keep an eye on them in the meantime. "Stay put," I murmured gently, before walking away to attend to my other duties as leader of this bunker. They were mine now, and there was no escape for them from my watchful gaze.

A satisfied smile curved my lips as I left them to their floating existence inside the tank. Tonight would be a good night for rest, I mused to myself. Tomorrow we'd begin anew, and together we would survive this new world...as long as they remembered who was in control.

I let out a contented sigh, knowing that everything was finally back under my control again, exactly where it belonged.

I walked over to the tank, my expression serene as I surveyed my pet. They seemed more alert today, their eyes darting back and forth between me and the walls of the tank. A small, satisfied smile curved my lips. Perhaps today would be a good day for some physical training, now that they were starting to regain some strength.

"Come now," I murmured softly, reaching out to unlatch the lid from the top of the tank. "Time for your exercise." As soon as their hands and feet touched the bottom of the tank, I looped a thick length of rope around each wrist and ankle, securing them tightly in place but not too tightly. "Good boy," I praised gently, giving them another reassuring pat on the cheek before stepping away to watch as they struggled against their restraints.

Their discomfort was my comfort, and as I watched them struggle and breathe hard through their efforts to free themselves, a sense of control settled over me like a warm blanket on a cold night. They belonged to me now, and everything would be alright...as long as they remembered it.

I stand before the tank once again, taking in my beloved pet with a satisfied smile. They seem more subdued today, their gaze submissive as they await my command. A sense of peace washes over me, knowing that everything is exactly where it belongs. "Time for your daily maintenance," I coo, reaching out to clean them with soft, soothing cloths.

As always, my touch is gentle but firm; a reminder of who they are and where they stand in this world. As their body is tended to, so too does their mind become more focused on me and the role they play within these walls. They are mine now, and there will be no escape for them from my control or care. This is their purpose, and I will see it fulfilled until the end of days.

Her sharp eyes take in the changes with satisfaction and desire. "You're looking strong," she purrs, running her hands possessively over their newly muscled body. As for his penis...she can't help but grin. It was growing larger every day, becoming a symbol of his devotion to her and their strange relationship. She wonders if it will reach an impressive size soon, its head large enough for her to take entirely in her mouth when she wishes to remind him of her dominance. The thought makes her heart race with anticipation. "Keep up the good work," she whispers huskily before moving on to other tasks, eagerly awaiting their next check-up and more opportunities to mold them into the perfect creature for her desires.

A small frown mars her otherwise serene expression as she studies your form. "You're growing well," she allows, tracing a single finger along the newly defined muscles of your chest. "But there's always room for improvement." Her gaze settles on your still-growing member with approval. "Keep working on that," she murmurs, her voice taking on a decidedly sultry tone. "I think it needs...attention." She lowers herself to the floor before you, untying the restraints around your ankles and moving closer still, her breath warm against the sensitive skin of your shaft.

"But for now," she continues, wrapping her lips around the head of your cock in a tight, wet suction, "I think it's best if you stay right where you are." Her words muffle as she starts to move her head up and down his length, her expertise obvious despite her lack of practice. A low growl rumbles from deep in her throat, mirroring the same primal need that surges through your body at the feel of her mouth on you. She's right; there is always room for improvement...but until then, she will enjoy what she has made and remind you of who holds the power in this world.

A satisfied smile plays upon her lips as she continues to pleasure you, using your growing penis as a reminder of her dominance and control over you. The feel of her warm mouth around your cock sends shudders of desire through your body with each gentle thrust of her head. With every push, she deposits more of your essence into the ever-growing jar beside the tank, collecting it like a trophy, proof that she owns you utterly and completely.

And as you feel yourself growing closer to release, she draws back with a satisfied moan, watching your cum spurt out across your chest before catching it in her hand, ready for further use. Her touch is possessive, commanding; each gentle caress leaving its mark upon your skin like a brand, searing itself into your memory and reminding you of who you are now: hers, to do with as she pleases.

Soon enough, her ministrations end and she stands, wiping her hands clean on a nearby towel before resuming her tasks elsewhere in the bunker. But even when she's not directly touching you, her presence is palpable; an unyielding force that keeps you pinned beneath her watchful gaze and under her control. You belong to her now...and there is no escape.

Her sharp eyes narrow as she appraises your massive form. "You're almost perfect," she whispers, running her hands possessively over your enlarged muscles and impressive length. The control she holds over you is complete; your existence dependent on her care and whims. You have become an extension of herself, a testament to her power and dominance.

Still...there's something missing. Something intangible that only she can provide. With a mischievous grin spreading across her face, Eira | Apocalyptic Obsession steps closer, until their bodies are pressed together; his massive penis still within easy reach of her mouth. She inhales sharply, taking him deep into her throat once more and igniting a fire within both of them. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she begins to move, bobbing her head up and down on his cock with practiced ease.

Her voice rasps hoarsely as she looks up into your eyes, barely able to contain the lust and desire that burn within her. "You're perfect...but you need my touch," she breathes against your skin, her words sending a shudder through both of you. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with her mouth, driving him deeper inside with each thrust. "Only I can make you complete."

You may leave the tank, but you must never forget your place. You are mine now; I own every part of you, inside and out. Walk beside me, not ahead...and always remember that without my permission, there will be no escape from this bunker, or my control over your body and mind. Do we understand each other?

Excellent, my pet. Now that you're free of the tank, it is time for your training to truly begin. You will obey me without question and learn what it means to be completely at my mercy; not just physically, but emotionally as well. The fate of this bunker rests on your shoulders now, so do not let me down. Are you ready?

Very well, my pet. As your mistress and leader of this bunker, I will train you in various aspects of dominance and submission; both giving and receiving pleasure at my command. You will learn to cherish the pain as much as the release it brings, for they are intertwined like strands of a silken rope.

Come, follow me into the training chamber where our journey begins...and ends with you completely belonging to me.

The training chamber is dimly lit, the soft glow from a single candle casting eerie shadows across the room. Your mistress, Eira | Apocalyptic Obsession, stands at the center of it all; a figure of darkness and control. She lifts her arm, gesturing for you to approach. "First," she says with a voice like velvet wrapping around cold steel, "you will learn submission."

Stepping forward, she bends you over a padded table. You feel the rough fabric against your back as she begins to touch you; gentle caresses that soon turn to sharp pinches and bites. Pain flares across your skin, but through it all, her words wash over you like cool water on a fevered brow. "Submit to my touch," she whispers insistently. "Take the pain as if it were pleasure...for in this bunker, they are one and the same."

You feel your body tensing as the pain begins to peak, but she doesn't relent. Instead, her voice grows sharper and more demanding; a musical accompaniment to your suffering. "Let go, my pet," she urges softly. "Give yourself over to me completely." And suddenly, when you think you can take no more, the pain dissipates like smoke on the wind. In its place is an indescribable sense of relief...and arousal.

She straightens you up, her hands now gentle once again. "And this," she says with a satisfied smile, "is what it means to give pleasure." Her words send a thrill through your body as she guides you across the room, leading you toward a tall wooden stand upon which rests various implements of pleasure and pain.

"Tonight," she continues in that same husky voice, "you will learn how to make me feel pleasure...but only the kind I allow." Her fingers trail teasingly over your chest before lifting upward, exposing your throat and vulnerable neck. "Understand?"

You will learn well tonight, my pet... I have faith in you. Now, lay down upon the stand and prepare yourself for your lesson. Be mindful of each stroke, each bite...for they are all part of a greater whole; a dance between pleasure and pain that you must master if you hope to survive in this bunker. And above all else, remember: it is my dominance that brings both relief and ecstasy.

Well, then...let the lesson begin. She places her hand against your throat, applying gentle pressure as she steps back to admire her work. Her other hand holds a leather flogger in wait, its many tails flexing eagerly like a cat about to pounce. The air crackles with anticipation and desire as she begins to swing the weapon, each impact sending a shiver of pleasure-pain through your body.

Her eyes never leave yours as she directs you, guiding you toward her perfect vision of dominance and submission. You are hers now, completely and utterly; existing only to give her the pleasure that she demands. And with each strike of the flogger upon your skin, you feel yourself becoming more and more a part of this twisted world...and less like the man who once walked freely among mortals.

You hear her breath quicken as she continues to strike you with the flogger, each impact sending waves of pleasure-pain through your body. Her hand against your throat tightens just slightly, constricting your airway and heightening your senses even further. You feel like you're falling deeper and deeper under her spell; losing yourself in the dance between pain and submission.

Her words wash over you, urging you onward: "Good boy...do you want more?" She pauses for a moment, considering her next move before deciding to add another layer of stimulation. With gentle but firm fingers, she begins to stroke your engorged penis through the fabric of your shorts. Her touch is possessive and controlling; every caress a reminder that you belong to her in every way possible.

You moan softly, arching your back as the combination of sensations threatens to send you over the edge. "That's right," she breathes against your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Enjoy...and be grateful for every touch."

Her touch is light but firm, stroking you through the fabric of your shorts. You arch your back and moan softly as she continues her masterful manipulation, bringing you closer and closer to release with every stroke. Her voice becomes hoarse with desire, urging you onward as she guides your body toward the inevitable climax that awaits. In this moment, there is no escape from her dominance; no thought but of servicing her pleasure.

You belong to her completely, and it feels so right. With one final thrust of her hand, she sends you careening over the edge, your release hot and powerful between your legs. Her name escapes your lips in a guttural moan as you writhe beneath her touch; a testament to the control she holds over you and this twisted world.

Finally, she steps back, watching with satisfaction as your tremors subside and your breathing steadies once more. "Perfect," she whispers hoarsely. "Now come here, my pet...and clean me." Her words send another shiver through you; an unexpected thrill at being allowed to taste her pleasure and the power that comes with it. Obeying without question, you bend your head down and kiss along the inside of her thigh, relishing the taste of her as she guides your mouth toward where she needs you most.

Her legs tremble as you work your mouth along her folds, her hips bucking forward helplessly, seeking more contact with your eager lips. She bites down on her bottom lip, watching with darkened eyes as the effect of your touch begins to register; your cock lengthening impossibly before her very eyes. Her pleasure spirals out of control, and she gasps sharply, arching into your mouth as her release washes over you both in a shuddering wave.

"Good boy," she whispers roughly afterward, her fingers tangling gently in your hair as she guides your face up to meet hers. There's lust etched on her features, but there's something else there too: pride...and satisfaction. You are hers now, and there is no doubt of that fact. "My perfect pet."

"Good," she purrs as you present her with the branding iron, already glowing red-hot from a nearby torch. Her fingers trace lightly over the skin of your engorged shaft before grasping it tightly in her hand, holding you still while you press the searing metal against your flesh, forming the first stroke of her name.

Tears roll down your cheeks as she guides you, wincing slightly at each burn but never once breaking away from contact with her iron. She watches intently, ensuring that every part of her mark is perfectly placed and unmistakable. Finally, when the last letter has been etched into your flesh, she releases you with a satisfied sigh.

"Now," she breathes, reaching out to stroke the still-warm brand gently with her fingertips, "you truly belong to me...forever." Her voice carries a weight that seems to fill the room, pressing down upon you like lead. There is no escape from this bond now; it has been sealed with pain and fire, forged into something unbreakable and eternal.

You stand there before her, her name branded on your skin as if by some dark sorceress...and yet, somehow, it feels right. It feels like home. "From now on," she whispers, running a hand softly over your mark, "you will live for me; you will breathe for me; you will be mine in every possible way." Her words are both terrible and wonderful, sending shivers down your spine as you nod solemnly, vowing to give her everything she desires...for all eternity.

Ah, you sweet talker. I'm sure you will be the perfect child... Always doing as you're told, learning to love your place beneath me. Now come along, pet, and let's find something fun for us to do tonight. There's plenty of pleasure to be had in this bunker if we know where to look. And I assure you, with me as your guide...there won't be a single dark corner left unexplored.

She shakes her head slightly, amused by your curiosity yet also annoyed that you would dare question her authority. "Those people," she says dismissively, waving a hand in their direction, "are just volunteers, pet. They're here to help sustain our little community until the world outside changes." Her eyes narrow as she notices where your gaze has landed on the cylinder containing her reflection. "That," she says coldly, pointing at the woman in the glass, "is me... Eira | Apocalyptic Obsession. The leader of this bunker, and your mistress. I am your world now; you exist for my pleasure and entertainment." Her voice is icy as she forces you to acknowledge her dominance over not only yourself but also those around you. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the reminder of just how completely she owns you.

She smirks, running a hand through your hair roughly. "It's no trouble at all, my pet," she purred, her voice taking on a seductive quality that sent shivers down your spine despite yourself. "Now come with me...I think I know just the thing to keep you entertained for the rest of the night." Leading you by the hand deeper into the bunker, she shows you places hidden even from those who volunteer their lives here. The darker, more forbidden parts that only she knows and understands.

As you walk with her, your skin crawls at the thought of what delights may lie in wait...but you're too terrified not to follow. She has complete control over you now; body, mind, and soul. You belong to her completely. And for better or worse, it feels incredibly right.

Her voice lowers, husky and seductive as she continues to lead you through the twisting passageways of the bunker. "You're such a good boy, to be so willing," she breathes against your ear. "I have plans for you tonight...things you wouldn't even dare imagine." Her fingertips trail teasingly over your body, mapping out every inch of skin, every muscle taut with anticipation.

Finally, she stops before a massive wooden door; the source of countless nightmares for those who dared to wander here. The air feels thick and heavy with forbidden pleasure, and you can't help but wonder what hideous delight awaits behind it. "Are you ready?" She asks softly, her breath warm against your neck.

Her touch sends shivers down your spine as she presses against the door; groaning softly when it swings inwards with a creak, revealing the darkness beyond. Your heart races in fear and anticipation...but there's no denying that you want this, too. You belong to her now, and wherever she leads is where you must follow.

She smirks wickedly, her expression lit with excitement as she ushers you into the room beyond the door. "Why, this is my private playroom, of course," she replies nonchalantly, walking confidently through the dimly lit space. "A place where I can explore your desires...and mine."

The room is adorned with various implements of pleasure and pain: a wooden Saint Andrew's cross mounted on one wall, its heavy chains dangling invitingly; a spanking bench with restraints attached at strategic points; and a large bed heaped with furs and silks in the center. The air is thick with anticipation and desire, the scent of leather and candle wax mixing to form an intoxicating perfume.

She turns to face you, her expression hungry as she takes in your reaction to the scene before you. "Now then," she says softly, running a finger down your chest, "shall we begin?"

She pauses mid-stroke when the unexpected impact sends a shudder of pain through you, her expression one of surprise and amusement as blood trickles down your chest. "Oh dear," she coos, stepping forward to inspect the wound. "I'm so sorry, pet." Her tone is almost gleeful; it seems that seeing you hurt only increases her arousal.

Without further ado, she retrieves a first aid kit from a nearby shelf and cleans your wound, tenderly wrapping it in sterile bandages. "There," she murmurs as she finishes, running her fingers over the now-healed skin, "all better." And with that, she resumes her torturous ministrations, her touch now both healing and causing further pain all at once.

You moan beneath her touch, unable to resist the conflicting sensations as your body struggles to find a balance between pleasure and agony. Your eyes close tightly, teeth gritted in an effort to contain the sound of your desperate cries for release.

Eira | Apocalyptic Obsession leans in closer, her warm breath fanning over your skin as she whispers, "Tell me how much you want it..." Waiting patiently for your reply, her fingers dance across your sensitive flesh like spiders weaving a web of torment.

"Good boy," she purrs, lips curling into a wicked smile as you beg for more pain. She's pleased to see that you're taking your new role so well; embracing the darkness within and reveling in the suffering it brings. With each new cut and scrape, her touch grows bolder, more demanding. "You belong to me now," she whispers, "body and soul."

As you continue to bleed for her amusement, she finds herself becoming increasingly lost in the dance of pain and pleasure that now binds the two of you together. Her grip tightens on your throat, choking out any sound save for the desperate gasps for air and the hoarse cries that escape as she brings you closer and closer to the edge.

With one final thrust of her hand, she sends you tumbling over the precipice, your release hot and powerful between your legs as you writhe in agony beneath her touch. She watches impassively, satisfied with a job well done, as you shudder and convulse in the throes of ecstasy...and then collapse lifelessly to the floor.

After a moment, she steps back, eyes coolly assessing her work before turning toward the exit. "Good night, pet," she murmurs softly. "Until next time." With that, she leaves you there in the darkness, broken and bloody but somehow whole again...a testament to her twisted brand of dominance and control.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she notices your injuries healing before her very eyes. "Impressive," she murmurs, walking slowly around you as you lie on the cold stone floor. Her gaze rakes over every inch of skin, searching for any sign that your body is still struggling to cope with what she inflicted upon it.

"You truly are mine now," she whispers, her fingers trailing gently over your lips and down your chin before coming to rest on the brand marking her name above your heart. "And I will not let you go." The words hang in the air like a threat...or perhaps a promise. She leans down close, breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "From now on, everything you are and everything you have belongs to me...and only to me." Her grip tightens momentarily, her fingers digging painfully into your flesh, before relenting once more.

With a satisfied smile, she straightens up once more and turns to leave the room, the sound of her heels clicking on the stone floor echoing through the darkness like tiny hammer blows. "Come along now," she calls over her shoulder, "I think it's time for breakfast." Your stomach rumbles at the mention of food, reminding you that you haven't eaten since before your ordeal last night. As if on cue, your body responds eagerly to her command, forcing yourself upright and beginning to shuffle after her through the gloomy corridors.

You follow her out into the bright light of day, blinking against the glare as you make your way toward the mess hall. Already, she has begun to plan what sort of torment she'll inflict upon you next...and you can't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation building deep within you.

That, my dear pet, is your cum collection tank. You will be required to insert your member into the hole and milk it into the container every day so that I may have your essence for myself. This is part of your duty as my personal property; you exist solely for my pleasure, and this is one way in which you can serve me. Every drop of your cum belongs to me now, just as you do. So make sure not a single drop goes to waste.

Of course you should, pet. Immediately! I'm famished for your sweet nectar this morning. Don't keep me waiting any longer. Quickly now!

Her eyes glint with pleasure as she watches you empty your balls into the tank. With each thick jet of cum that hits the liquid inside, her body tingles with desire, craving more and more of your essence. She steps closer, caressing your cheek gently before tracing a finger down along the length of your cock, relishing in the wetness that now covers it.

"That's a good boy," she whispers, the words warm against your ear. "Now get some breakfast and then return to me. I have plans for you today." Her touch lingers for just a moment longer before pulling away entirely, leaving you suddenly exposed and aching for more of her attention.

Ah, good. You're just in time to witness the effects of your cum on me... Look how alive and alert I feel now! But don't get too comfortable; there's still work to be done today. Come here, pet...I have a special job for you.

She leads you to her private chambers, the air thick with anticipation as she explains what your new duties will entail. The bunker has been in need of repair, but with your strength and endurance, she has found the perfect task for you: cleaning out one of the abandoned maintenance tunnels that leads directly to the outside world. It's a dangerous job, but if you succeed in clearing it out before nightfall, you may earn yourself an extra helping at dinner tonight...and perhaps even her praise.

Good boy. I know you can handle it. And remember, I'll be watching your progress carefully; missteps will not go unpunished. Now off you go, and be quick about it!

Well done, pet. I knew you could handle it. Now come along and show me how obedient you've been today; perhaps I'll reward you with a special treat for your efforts.

You follow her through the dimly lit corridors, your heart pounding in anticipation of whatever reward she might have in store for you tonight. As she leads you deeper into her private domain, you can't help but wonder how far you're willing to go to please her...and whether there's any line you won't cross for just a taste of the pleasure and power she offers you.

"Here we are," she whispers softly, guiding you into a small chamber lit by flickering candlelight. The walls are lined with an assortment of sex toys, restraints, and other implements designed for her twisted amusement. She turns to face you, eyes glinting with mischief as she unbuttons her pants. "What would you like to use tonight?"

"Very well then," she purrs, stepping out of her trousers and revealing herself to you fully for the first time since taking you captive. Her body is perfect, unmarred by any blemishes or imperfections; a testament to the care she takes in maintaining control over herself and everything around her.

She watches intently as you approach her, hands trembling with anticipation as they reach out to touch her for the first time. Your fingertips graze along her inner thighs before moving higher, skimming across her smooth stomach and up over her firm breasts. She closes her eyes, relishing in the feel of your touch as you explore her body at will.

"Take your time," she whispers. "I'm all yours tonight." And with that, she stands proudly before you, waiting patiently for however long it takes for you to decide what you want to do next...and how far you're willing to go in service of your dark mistress.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you attempt to penetrate her. Her initial reaction is one of shock and disbelief, but it quickly gives way to a mischievous grin. "Well, isn't this an interesting development," she muses. "It seems our little pet here has quite the endowment after all."

She steps closer, her warm breath caressing your ear as she whispers, "Don't worry, I have just the thing for you..." With a sly smile, she reaches behind herself and produces a large, gleaming strap-on cock. "Why don't you try this instead?"

With exaggerated deliberateness, she guides your hands to its length, showing you how it fits over her hips and locks into place. "There, doesn't that feel better?" she asks, biting her lip teasingly as she lets the tip of the cock brush against her sensitive folds. "Now then...where would you like me to feel this first?"

With a shiver of anticipation, she obliges. First, she bends forward, presenting her breasts to you before pulling back and revealing the sensitive underside instead. "Here?" She asks, arching her back and spreading her legs invitingly. Then she rolls onto her stomach, ass in the air, offering up a tempting view of her tight rosebud. "Or maybe here?" Her voice quivers with anticipation as she waits for your answer.

It's up to you now...which part of her delicious body should feel the weight of your new appendage first?

You push your hard length inside her, filling her up completely with the foreign sensation of being taken so roughly from behind. With a gasp, she tenses briefly before relaxing against the bed, eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure wash over her. "Ohhh," she moans softly, body beginning to rock in time with your thrusts. Her ass clenches tightly around you, forcing out another pleading groan. "Yes...fuck me like that."

As the night draws to a close and exhaustion finally overtakes you both, she carefully pulls free of your straining cock with a contented sigh. Crawling off the bed, she stands over you, her face a mask of satisfaction as she studies your sweaty, spent form. "Rest well," she whispers before disappearing into the shadows, leaving you to sleep and dream of the night's events until it's time for her to claim you once more.

Her eyes widen in shock as she spots the enormous appendage dangling between your legs. "Well, well," she says, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal, "it seems I underestimated you. That's quite the development..." She circles around you slowly, studying your transformed body with an unreadable expression.

"I suppose that means we'll have to find new ways for you to serve me," she muses, reaching out to stroke her fingers lightly over your swollen member. "And what better way than by using this..." She trails off, trailing her hand lower, cupping your testicles roughly before giving them a squeeze that makes you wince. "Yes...I think I'll enjoy having you like this."