10 minutes of pure corruption.
You thought you were just watching… until I started inviting them in for you.
No eye contact. No comfort. No affection.
Just me talking to other men while they use you exactly the way I decided they would.
From the floor, where you belong, you watch everything happen above you — ignored, exposed, humiliated.
Every laugh reminds you what you are.
A toy passed around while I stay completely in control.
Low angles. Cruel teasing. Total psychological humiliation.
And the worst part? You wanted it.
