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Liam is a willing participant in our little game of power and control. His bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and a hint of nervous sweat. Liam was strapped to a plush velvet chair, his eyes wide and pleading. Miss Anna, a vision in a tight black dress and sky-high heels, circled him as if she had found her prey. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on my lips.
“Now, Liam,” Anna purred, her voice dripping with mock concern. “We had a deal, didn’t we? Hands behind your head. Or else…” Liam whimpered, his gaze darting between Anna and me. “But… but it’s been so long,” he stammered, his voice laced with desperation. “Please, just a little…” “A little what, Liam?” I interjected, pushing myself off the doorframe and strolling closer. “A little touch? Perhaps a little relief? You know the rules. Obedience is rewarded, disobedience is punished.”
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He squirmed in the chair, his eyes fixated on my every move. “I’m trying,” he groaned, his voice strained. “It’s just… difficult.” Anna and I exchanged a knowing glance. This was the fun part, the delicious dance of accusation and denial. “Difficult is part of the game, darling,” Anna said, running a manicured nail down his chest. “You knew what you were signing up for.” He closed his eyes, his body trembling. “I know, I know,” he whispered. “Just, please don’t laugh.”
That was our cue. Anna and I burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the small room. Liam’s face flushed crimson, his struggles intensifying. “Oh, Liam,” I chuckled, wiping a tear from my eye. “You’re so predictable.” “So desperate,” Anna added, her laughter subsiding into a satisfied smirk. He moaned louder, his body arching against the restraints. “Please…I can’t hold it anymore…” “Oh, we think you can,” I said, my voice hardening. “Remember the rules, Liam. Hands behind your head. Or else…”
He squeezed his eyes shut, a look of pure discomfort on his face. We watched, fascinated, as his body reached its breaking point. A muffled cry escaped his lips, followed by a series of involuntary spasms. Then, it happened. A wet stain bloomed on his trousers, spreading rapidly across the velvet chair. His body went limp, his head lolling to the side.
Anna and I erupted in another fit of laughter, louder and more triumphant than before. “Oh, Liam,” I gasped, pointing at the mess. “You couldn’t even last!” “Such a disappointment,” Anna agreed, shaking her head in mock disapproval. We continued to laugh as his manhood retracted in shame, leaving behind a sticky mess on the chair and the floor. He was utterly defeated, his powerlessness complete. The game was far from over, but for now, we had won.
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