This is the scene you always fantasize about. Me, with my Bull. You, locked up, humiliated, and made to watch. You’re on a leash the entire time—his leash. You sit in chastity while we enjoy each other right in front of you, in every way you wish you could. You don’t get to touch. You don’t get to join unless as a bed or table for us to fuck on! And when it’s over, and my soles are covered in his release... you’re the one ordered to clean it up. Because that’s your role. That’s what you’re good for. And deep down—you love it.