My Little Slut: The Double Claiming

My little slut knelt before me, trembling, his flushed body still adorned with the remnants of his last lesson. The anal hook still stretched him open, tethered to the chain at his collar, every movement a reminder of my control. His lace gag was damp in his mouth, soaked with his own humiliation, his breath hot and uneven behind the delicate fabric. His eyes flickered with anticipation and uncertainty as I ran a hand over his shivering spine.

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