The Aroma of Your Degradation Is Your Prize
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I'll systematically dismantle you, encouraged you to sit in a filthy diaper, stewing in the stench of your own shame. You'll furiously pleasure yourself, overwhelmed by that rancid scent, but you'll never be allowed release unless I say so. My voice is your cage, and each inhale pulls you closer to your breaking point. You're nothing more than a plaything in my grasp, and I'll decide when and how you finally shatter.
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more humiliation, your body sending sharp reminders of your bad scent that's
******** solely for my amusement. You're aching, your cock lips is for my
ears alone, under my control. Itcher, an object, a thing you want released, don't you?
Your body, every breath you take, I can give you that relief. You're just a toy, a
dino that it wasn't your orgasm at all.
