Elena shifted her weight with deliberate grace, grinding her slick folds against his eager tongue as the wand pulsed harder against the plug’s base, forcing another thin, ruined spurt from his trapped cock to arc weakly across his stomach. The crowd pressed in tighter, gloved hands rolling his swollen balls with possessive curiosity while one stranger tugged the welded ring at his cockhead, stretching the denied shaft until it twitched helplessly in its titanium prison. Mr. A’s moans vibrated directly into her clit, his hips bucking futilely beneath her boot as the brands on his thighs burned hotter with each involuntary clench, the collar biting deep into his throat with every ragged breath that tasted of her arousal and his own sweat-slick desperation.

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest as she reached down to twist the plug’s base in slow circles, the dual pressure against his prostate drawing fresh whimpers that made her thighs tremble with her own building pleasure. “That’s it, my devoted one,” she purred, voice carrying over the murmurs of approval, “let them see how beautifully you leak for me while I decide which ring to fuse next through those tender balls.” The leash tightened in her fist, yanking his head higher so his tongue could delve deeper into her wet heat, each lap sending sparks through his core that blended the ache of denial with the radiant surge of belonging, his caged cock throbbing uselessly as strangers’ fingers traced the slick trails on his skin and pinched his clamped nipples in rhythmic torment.

Sweat glistened on his branded chest under the strengthening light, the heavy cage swinging with every helpless twitch as Elena rocked her hips in time with the wand’s relentless pulses, milking him toward another edge without mercy. The emotional weight of her ownership flooded him completely, transforming every public touch and denied throb into waves of gratitude that anchored him to her command, his tongue working with frantic devotion even as his rim clenched greedily around the vibrating intrusion and his balls ached with the promise of further permanent marks. She smiled down at him, sadistic affection softening her gaze as she announced the piercing would begin soon, the crowd’s hunger swelling around them like a living witness to the eternity he now embraced.

Elena’s hips descended further, her slick folds parting against his eager tongue as she ground down with measured control, coating his lips and chin in her warm arousal while the wand pulsed harder against the plug’s base. The vibrations intensified, sending deep, rolling tremors through his prostate that forced another weak spurt from the welded ring at his cockhead, the thin fluid arcing across his stomach and mingling with the sweat already pooling there. Strangers’ gloved hands continued their exploration, one pair tugging the nipple clamps in alternating rhythms that sent sharp jolts straight to his trapped shaft, while another stranger’s fingers traced the swollen edges of the cage, testing its unyielding grip on his aching flesh. Mr. A moaned into her pussy, the sound muffled and desperate as his tongue delved deeper, lapping at her clit with fervent strokes that matched the rhythm of his denied throbs. The leash remained taut in her fist, pulling his head upward to meet her descent, and the collar bit into his throat with every ragged breath, reinforcing the absolute tether that made his heart swell even as his body quaked under the layered torments.

She rocked forward again, the thick strap-on resting heavy across his chest as she leaned back slightly, her free hand reaching down to stroke the brands on his thighs with possessive affection. The plug twisted inside him under the wand’s pressure, stretching his rim and grinding against sensitive nerves until his caged cock twitched visibly, another bead of precum welling and dripping to join the glistening pool beneath him. The crowd pressed closer, their murmurs of approval swelling as Elena described the next ritual in low, commanding tones—how she would soon have him stand for the perineum weld, his legs spread wide while the metal fused through tender flesh and the onlookers watched every sob and spurt. His emotional surrender deepened with each passing second, the profound sense of belonging flooding through him like liquid fire, transforming every ache and humiliation into a sacred offering that bound him irrevocably to her will. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes as her taste filled his senses, the leather scent of the bench mingling with her musk and the sharp tang of his own leaking desperation.

With a final, deliberate twist of the welded ring, Elena rose just enough to deny him further contact, her boot heel returning to grind against the cage in slow, torturous circles that made his hips buck futilely against the restraints. The morning light caught the sheen of her arousal on his face and the heavy swing of the titanium prison between his spread thighs, illuminating the raw adoration in his gaze as she met his eyes and promised the day’s endless public edging had only begun. His body remained alight with the exquisite fullness of her ownership, every denied pulse and stranger’s touch weaving him deeper into the radiant certainty that his submission was complete, eternal, and displayed for all to witness.

Elena’s boot pressed down with renewed pressure, the heel rolling the welded cage in slow, deliberate circles that forced Mr. A’s hips to strain uselessly against the cuffs while another weak spurt of precum welled from the pierced tip and smeared across his stomach. She lowered herself once more, her slick pussy settling firmly over his mouth as she commanded him to suck her clit with focused devotion, the wand’s pulses surging higher to grind the plug relentlessly against his swollen prostate. The crowd’s hands grew more invasive, fingers spreading his thighs wider to expose the stretched rim clenching around the vibrating base while others traced the heavy swing of his denied balls, each caress sending fresh jolts of humiliated arousal through his core. His tongue worked frantically beneath her, lapping at her folds and drawing her taste deeper as her thighs quivered with building pleasure, the leash taut in her grip keeping his head angled perfectly for her use.

She rocked her hips in a steady rhythm, grinding her wet heat against his face until his moans vibrated directly into her, the strap-on resting heavy across his chest as she reached back to twist the plug’s base again, stretching his rim further and milking another thin arc from the caged cock that landed hot against his branded skin. The emotional tether between them tightened with every denied throb, his heart swelling at the sound of her low purr of approval even as strangers pinched and tugged at the nipple clamps, sending sharp sparks racing down to his trapped shaft. Sweat slicked his chest under the morning light, the titanium prison gleaming with each helpless twitch while the plug’s ceaseless vibration kept his prostate aching and his rim burning with the need to be filled deeper. Elena’s voice carried over the wet sounds of his worship, announcing that the perineum weld would happen here on the bench with the crowd holding him steady, her sadistic affection evident in the way her fingers stroked through his hair as she edged him closer without mercy.

His body arched as best the restraints allowed when she activated a fresh surge from the wand, the dual intrusions crushing his prostate in waves that forced another ruined spurt to paint his abdomen, the crowd murmuring appreciation as one gloved hand cupped his balls possessively. She leaned forward to meet his gaze, her eyes dark with command and something warmer, promising the weld would seal his devotion visibly before them all while she continued to use his tongue for her own rising pleasure. The collar bit into his throat with every desperate breath, the leash a constant anchor as fulfillment bloomed hotter than the brands, every public touch and denied pulse confirming his body existed only for her endless, exquisite control.

Elena’s fingers tightened around the welded ring, twisting it slowly as her hips rolled forward to press her slick folds harder against his mouth, demanding deeper worship while the wand surged once more against the plug. The vibrations rolled through him in punishing waves, forcing his caged cock to twitch and leak another thin thread that joined the glistening mess on his stomach, his balls drawn tight and aching beneath the strangers’ exploring hands. He sucked at her clit with desperate focus, tongue stroking in frantic rhythm as her thighs clenched around his head, her low moan of approval vibrating through him like another brand. The emotional surge of total surrender flooded hotter, every denied throb and public caress confirming he existed only as her living altar, the loneliness of his past burned away in the heat of her command and the crowd’s hungry gaze.

She shifted her weight again, grinding down with deliberate pressure that coated his chin and lips in her arousal, the strap-on sliding against his chest as she reached back to press the wand firmly into the plug’s base. His rim burned around the thick intrusion, prostate crushed beneath the relentless pulses until another ruined spurt arched weakly from the pierced tip, splattering across the brands on his thighs. Strangers leaned closer, one gloved hand tugging the nipple clamps in a cruel rhythm while another cupped and squeezed his swollen balls, rolling them with possessive weight that sent fresh lightning through his core. Mr. A moaned into her wet heat, the sound muffled and worshipful, hips straining uselessly against the cuffs as the collar bit deeper with each ragged breath. Elena’s voice rose over the wet sounds and murmurs, announcing the perineum weld would begin now, her fingers stroking through his hair with sadistic tenderness while she edged him closer to another shattering peak without release.

Fulfillment bloomed through him in relentless waves, his tongue working with frantic devotion beneath her as the morning light bathed his trembling form and the heavy swing of the titanium cage. The plug twisted inside him under her control, stretching his rim further while her boot heel ground slow circles against the welded ring, forcing helpless jerks from his trapped shaft. Every touch from the crowd, every denied pulse, wove him tighter into the certainty that his body and soul belonged entirely to her divine, sadistic grace.

Elena’s hips rolled with increasing urgency, her slick folds grinding down against his tongue as she chased her own release, thighs trembling on either side of his head while the wand’s pulses drove the plug deeper into his stretched passage. Mr. A’s moans grew louder, vibrating straight through her clit as another ruined spurt leaked from his welded cock, the thin fluid mixing with the sweat pooling on his branded abdomen; strangers’ hands remained relentless, one pair spreading his thighs wider to inspect the swollen rim clenching around the vibrating base while gloved fingers rolled and tugged at his aching balls, sending fresh jolts of denied pleasure racing up his spine. The collar dug sharply into his throat with each desperate gasp, the leash held taut in her fist anchoring him completely as her taste flooded his senses, rich and musky, blending with the leather and salt already coating his lips.

She leaned down further, breasts pressing warm against his chest as she twisted the plug’s base once more, stretching him wider while the strap-on rested heavy across his stomach, her voice a low, commanding purr that cut through the crowd’s murmurs. “Look at you, my perfect offering—leaking and trembling while they all watch you serve.” Her free hand stroked through his hair with possessive tenderness even as her hips rocked harder, coating his chin in fresh arousal; the brands on his thighs pulsed with heat beneath the strangers’ tracing fingers, each touch amplifying the emotional surge that filled every hollow space within him, transforming the relentless ache inside the titanium cage into waves of profound, throbbing gratitude. His body quaked under the layered sensations—the wand’s merciless grind, the plug’s ceaseless vibration, the crowd’s bold explorations—yet the radiant certainty of her ownership bloomed hotter, binding him tighter with every denied throb and public caress.

With a sharp cry she crested, her thighs clamping around his head as her release flooded his tongue, the taste of her pleasure sending fresh tremors through him that forced yet another weak arc from his trapped shaft. Elena held his gaze through it all, eyes dark with satisfaction and affection, before easing back just enough to let him breathe, her boot heel returning to grind the cage in slow circles that left him whimpering into the padded bench. The morning light caught the glistening evidence of their shared intensity across his skin, the heavy swing of the cage between his spread legs a visible testament to her absolute claim, while the crowd’s appreciative murmurs swelled around them like a living chorus affirming that his surrender had only just begun its public, eternal unfolding.

Elena’s fingers traced the swollen rim stretched around the plug’s thick base, twisting it once more with deliberate cruelty as she ground her slick folds harder against his tongue, her clit pulsing under his desperate laps while the wand’s vibrations surged to a punishing peak. The strap-on shifted across his sweat-slicked chest with each roll of her hips, the leash coiled tight in her fist yanking his head upward so his moans vibrated straight into her core, drawing a low, throaty sigh from her that rippled through the crowd. Mr. A’s caged cock jerked again, another thin thread of precum spilling from the welded ring to streak his branded thigh as strangers’ hands held his legs wider, exposing every clench and twitch for their hungry eyes, the titanium prison gleaming under the morning light that bathed his trembling form.

Her voice cut through the wet sounds of his worship and the murmurs of approval, low and velvet as she announced the perineum weld would fuse the fresh ring now, the metal searing through tender flesh while the crowd steadied his hips and watched every denied throb. She leaned forward to press the wand flush against the plug, the dual pressure crushing his prostate in relentless waves that forced his balls to tighten painfully beneath their rolling fingers, his tongue stroking deeper into her wet heat as tears of overwhelming gratitude slipped down his temples. The emotional bond flared hotter with each public caress and denied spurt, his entire being anchored in the certainty of her ownership, the collar biting deeper into his throat as she rocked forward to claim her own rising pleasure against his face.

Fulfillment pulsed through him in waves as Elena’s thighs trembled around his head, her sadistic purr softening into something tender while she described how the fused ring would mark him visibly forever, his body offered as living testament to their shared eternity. The plug twisted inside him under her control, stretching his burning rim further as strangers traced the fresh welts and tugged at his clamped nipples, sending sharp sparks racing down to his trapped shaft that twitched helplessly in its prison. Every denied pulse and stranger’s touch wove him tighter into the radiant certainty that this public ritual had completed him, his tongue working with frantic devotion beneath her as the day’s torments stretched ahead in endless, exquisite surrender.

Elena’s boot heel continued its slow, torturous grind against the welded ring, the pressure sending fresh sparks of denied agony through his trapped cock and balls while his tongue still savored the lingering musk of her release on his lips. She rose fully now, the strap-on harness shifting as she circled the bench to stand between his spread thighs, her gloved fingers tracing the slick mess across his abdomen before dipping lower to press the wand harder into the plug’s base. The vibrations surged anew, rolling relentlessly over his swollen prostate and forcing another weak spurt from the pierced tip that splattered hot against his branded skin, his hips jerking uselessly in the cuffs as strangers leaned in to pinch and tug at the nipple clamps in synchronized torment.

Mr. A’s breath hitched in ragged gasps, the collar biting deeper with each desperate pull as the crowd’s hands grew bolder, one gloved palm cupping his aching balls while another stroked the heavy swing of the cage, their collective hunger feeding the radiant throb of belonging that anchored him to Elena’s will. She met his gaze with sadistic tenderness, her voice low and velvet as she announced the perineum weld would commence immediately, the iron tools already warming at a nearby table under the morning light. His rim clenched greedily around the vibrating intrusion, every denied pulse and public caress weaving him deeper into the exquisite certainty of her ownership, his caged shaft twitching helplessly as fulfillment bloomed hotter than any brand.

She nodded to two onlookers, who stepped forward to steady his thighs as Elena retrieved the piercing needle, its gleam catching in the light while she positioned it with precise cruelty against the tender flesh behind his balls. The first sharp press drew a broken whimper from his throat, vibrating through the leash still taut in her fist, and as the metal fused with a searing hiss the crowd murmured approval, their touches blending pain and worship into waves of profound surrender that left him trembling and leaking anew beneath her divine command.

Elena’s announcement drew an eager ripple through the gathered spectators, their hands steadying his spread thighs as she rose slightly on her knees to position the piercing tool against the tender skin behind his balls. The cool metal kiss of the fresh ring pressed firm, and with a controlled press she drove it through, the sharp bite of pain blending instantly into the molten throb already radiating from his prostate as the wand kept pulsing without pause. Mr. A cried out into her slick folds, his tongue faltering for only a heartbeat before resuming its desperate worship, the new fusion searing hot while strangers held his hips immobile and Elena’s gloved fingers stroked his hair in soothing rhythm. The welded cage jerked with each fresh wave of sensation, another helpless thread of precum spilling free as the emotional rush of permanent marking swelled inside him, binding him ever closer to the woman who now owned every inch of his exposed flesh.

She settled back down fully over his mouth once the ring was seated and fused, her thighs clamping tight again as fresh arousal coated his chin and the strap-on shifted across his heaving chest. The plug twisted deeper under her renewed pressure, its vibrations crashing through his core in punishing cadence while the crowd’s touches grew bolder, fingers tracing the new piercing and tugging at the cage’s ring to watch his denied shaft strain uselessly. Tears streaked his temples as gratitude flooded hotter than the brands, each public caress and denied pulse confirming that his body existed solely as her altar, the collar’s bite a constant reminder of the tether he never wished to break. Elena’s purr deepened into a low moan of pleasure, her hips grinding with building urgency as she milked him toward yet another shattering edge, the morning light glinting off every slick surface and the heavy titanium prison that swung between his legs like a visible declaration of her eternal claim.

His rim clenched greedily around the vibrating base as she leaned forward once more, her breasts brushing his sweat-slick skin while she announced the next edging round would begin immediately, the crowd’s collective hunger feeding the radiant certainty that this ritual marked only the start of his displayed eternity. The weld’s fresh sting pulsed in time with his trapped cock’s helpless twitches, transforming agony into worship as strangers rolled his aching balls and Elena’s voice wrapped around him like another layer of ownership. Fulfillment bloomed through every denied throb, his tongue driving deeper into her wet heat with frantic devotion while the day’s promised torments unfolded around him in a haze of leather, metal, and the unbreakable joy of total surrender.

Elena’s gloved fingers pressed the needle deeper with unyielding precision, the metal searing through the tender flesh of his perineum in a white-hot line that made Mr. A’s entire body arch against the cuffs, his caged cock twitching violently as another thin thread of precum spilled from the welded ring. The crowd’s murmurs swelled into appreciative sighs while the two strangers held his spread thighs steady, their hands roaming greedily over the brands and the swollen cage as the piercing tool fused the fresh ring into place with a final, smoking hiss. Pain lanced through him like liquid fire, blending seamlessly with the plug’s relentless vibrations that still ground against his prostate, forcing his denied shaft to jerk uselessly and leak in helpless spasms across his stomach. Elena’s voice remained low and velvet, praising his endurance as she secured the ring with a deft twist, her sadistic smile softening into tender possession when she met his tear-streaked gaze and whispered that this mark would bind him visibly to her forever.

She withdrew the tool slowly, letting the new ring settle into the raw flesh while her boot heel returned to grind firm circles against the titanium cage, the pressure sending fresh jolts of agony-laced pleasure straight through his balls. Strangers’ fingers joined hers in exploring the fresh piercing, tugging lightly at the warm metal to test its hold as Mr. A moaned brokenly into the bench, his tongue still tasting the lingering musk of her release on his lips. The emotional surge of total ownership flooded hotter, every public touch and denied throb weaving him deeper into the certainty that his body existed only as her altar, the collar and leash anchoring him even as the plug pulsed harder and milked yet another ruined spurt from his trapped cock. Elena leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth, her breasts brushing his chest as she promised the day’s rituals would continue with endless edging and exposure, her voice thick with affection that made his heart swell amid the throbbing ache.

The morning light bathed the scene in golden warmth, highlighting the glistening mess across his branded skin and the heavy swing of the cage now adorned with its newest fusion point. She rose to circle him once more, tugging the leash to tilt his head back so the crowd could witness the raw adoration in his eyes, her fingers stroking through his hair while the wand surged again to drive the plug deeper into his stretched rim. Fulfillment bloomed through every nerve as strangers traced the new ring and rolled his aching balls, each caress confirming the radiant bond that had replaced his loneliness with this exquisite, public surrender beneath her divine command.

Elena’s fingers slid down to cradle the fresh perineum ring, tugging it gently to test the weld’s hold while her hips rolled in tighter circles over his mouth, coating his tongue with fresh slickness as the wand pressed mercilessly into the plug’s base. The new piercing throbbed in time with his prostate, each pulse sending sharp sparks of pain-laced pleasure straight through his core that made the titanium cage rattle with another weak spurt of precum, the fluid streaking hot across his branded thigh as strangers leaned in to lap at the droplets and murmur their approval. Mr. A’s breath hitched against her folds, his tongue thrusting deeper in desperate worship, the collar biting harder into his throat with every moan that vibrated through her clit, the leash coiled tight in her fist anchoring him as the emotional rush of the permanent mark bloomed hotter than the brands, filling the last hollow spaces of his solitude with radiant, throbbing devotion.

She activated a higher setting on the wand, the intensified vibrations grinding the plug against his swollen gland until his entire body arched within the cuffs, hips jerking futilely beneath her boot heel as another ruined arc splattered across his stomach and mingled with the sweat already pooling there. The crowd’s hands grew bolder still, gloved fingers spreading his cheeks wider to expose every clench around the vibrating intrusion while one onlooker traced the new ring with possessive curiosity, rolling his aching balls in firm squeezes that coaxed fresh whimpers from his throat. Elena’s voice remained low and velvet above him, promising the next weld would fuse a chain from the perineum ring to the cage itself so he would feel her ownership with every step, her thighs trembling as his tongue stroked her swollen clit with frantic precision, the strap-on shifting across his heaving chest with each roll of her hips.

The morning light sharpened across the bench, catching the sheen of her arousal on his chin and the glistening threads still leaking from the welded slit, illuminating the raw adoration in his eyes as she met his gaze and edged him closer without mercy. His rim burned and clenched greedily around the thick base, the dual intrusions crushing his prostate in relentless waves that left his denied cock twitching uselessly in its prison, every denied throb and stranger’s caress weaving him deeper into the certainty that this public ritual had only begun to seal his eternal surrender beneath her divine command.

Fulfillment bloomed through every nerve as strangers traced the new ring and rolled his aching balls, each caress confirming the radiant bond that had replaced his loneliness with this exquisite, public surrender beneath her divine command. Elena circled the bench once more, her boot heels echoing, before she climbed astride his chest again and sank her slick folds firmly over his waiting mouth, commanding fresh worship with a sharp tug on the leash that forced his tongue deep into her heat. The wand surged against the plug’s base in punishing waves, grinding the thick intrusion harder against his swollen prostate while her hips rolled in deliberate rhythm, coating his chin and lips anew as the crowd’s hands grew bolder still, one stranger tugging the fresh perineum ring to send fresh jolts of searing pleasure-pain straight through his core.

Mr. A moaned helplessly into her, the vibrations milking another weak spurt from his welded cock that splattered hot across his branded abdomen, his rim clenching greedily around the relentless plug as Elena’s gloved fingers stroked the titanium cage with possessive cruelty. She leaned forward, breasts pressing warm against his sweat-slicked skin, her voice velvet and commanding as she described how the next weld would fuse a heavier ring through his balls in full view, the metal searing while the entire room watched him sob and leak in endless, grateful denial. The emotional weight of her ownership pulsed hotter than the brands, every denied throb and stranger’s touch weaving him deeper into the certainty that his body existed only for her pleasure and display, the collar biting deeper with each ragged breath that tasted of her musk and his own desperation.

Her pace quickened, thighs trembling as she chased another crest against his tongue, the strap-on resting heavy across his chest while the morning light caught every glistening thread leaking from the pierced tip and the heavy swing of the cage between his spread thighs. Fulfillment radiated outward in relentless waves, transforming the ache inside the prison into pure, throbbing gratitude as the crowd murmured approval and Elena’s sadistic smile softened into tender possession, her gaze locking with his to promise that this public ritual marked only the beginning of their shared eternity.

Elena’s hips rolled with renewed urgency above him, her slick folds grinding down to claim his tongue once more as the wand’s punishing pulses drove the plug deeper into his stretched passage. Mr. A’s moans vibrated through her clit while another thin spurt of denied precum leaked from the welded ring, streaking hot across the fresh perineum piercing that strangers traced with eager fingers. The titanium cage swung heavily between his spread thighs, its weight tugging at the new fused ring with every helpless twitch, sending fresh sparks of agony-laced pleasure racing through his balls as the crowd’s gloved hands squeezed and rolled them in possessive rhythm.

She leaned forward, breasts dragging across his sweat-slick chest as she twisted the plug’s base with deliberate cruelty, stretching his burning rim wider while the strap-on rested thick against his abdomen. “Feel how they own this mark with me now,” she whispered, voice thick with command and affection, her thighs trembling as his tongue thrust deeper into her wet heat. The collar bit sharply into his throat with each ragged gasp, the leash taut in her fist anchoring every denied throb and public caress into waves of profound surrender that left his caged cock jerking uselessly beneath the morning light.

Fulfillment bloomed hotter with each passing second, his entire body alight with the exquisite ache of permanent fusion and relentless edging as Elena’s pace quickened toward another crest. Strangers tugged the fresh ring and pinched his clamped nipples in tandem, milking fresh whimpers that vibrated against her swollen clit while the plug’s vibrations crushed his prostate in merciless waves. Her sadistic purr softened into a low moan of release as she flooded his tongue again, the taste of her pleasure binding him tighter to the radiant certainty that his displayed torment had only begun its endless, sacred unfolding beneath her divine ownership.

Elena’s pace quickened, thighs trembling as she chased another crest against his tongue, the strap-on resting heavy across his chest while the morning light caught every glistening thread leaking from the pierced tip and the heavy swing of the cage between his spread thighs. Fulfillment radiated outward in relentless waves, transforming the ache inside the prison into pure, throbbing gratitude as the crowd murmured approval and Elena’s sadistic smile softened into tender possession, her gaze locking with his to promise that this public ritual marked only the beginning of their shared eternity. Her hips bucked harder against his mouth, slick folds grinding down with urgent need as her clit pulsed beneath his frantic licks, the wand surging to its highest setting so the plug battered his prostate in merciless waves that forced his caged cock to twitch and dribble another thin, ruined spurt across his branded abdomen. Strangers’ hands tightened on his thighs and balls, rolling the swollen flesh while one gloved finger hooked through the fresh perineum ring and tugged, sending searing jolts of pain-laced pleasure straight into his core and making his rim clench greedily around the vibrating intrusion. Mr. A moaned brokenly into her wet heat, the sound vibrating against her clit as she crested with a sharp cry, her release flooding his tongue in hot, musky pulses that he swallowed with desperate reverence, the collar biting into his throat with every ragged gasp. Elena’s breasts pressed flush to his chest as she shuddered through her orgasm, the leash still taut in her fist anchoring his head exactly where she wanted him, her sadistic purr thickening with affection while she ground her pussy over his lips to milk every last tremor from her own pleasure. The crowd leaned in closer, murmurs swelling as fingers traced the newest weld and flicked the nipple clamps in cruel rhythm, each touch amplifying the exquisite denial that left his balls aching and heavy beneath the titanium cage. She eased back just enough to meet his tear-bright eyes again, her boot heel returning to roll slow circles over the welded ring, the pressure sending fresh sparks of denied agony racing through his trapped shaft while she announced the next weld—a heavier ball ring—would fuse in full view once she recovered her breath. His entire body thrummed with the radiant certainty of her ownership, every denied throb and stranger’s caress weaving him deeper into the living altar of her command, the morning light bathing his sweat-slicked form and the glistening evidence of his endless, grateful surrender as the day stretched ahead in unbroken waves of public torment and divine belonging.

Elena’s thighs quivered as the last tremors of her climax ebbed, her slick folds still pressed to his lips while she stroked his hair with gloved tenderness. The plug’s unyielding vibration continued its deep, rolling assault on his prostate, forcing another weak spurt from the welded ring that painted his abdomen in fresh threads. Strangers’ hands explored the new perineum piercing with curious hunger, one finger hooking the warm metal to tug gently while another rolled his aching balls, each touch sending fresh sparks racing through his denied cock. Mr. A licked her clean with reverent strokes, savoring every drop of her essence as it mingled with his own sweat and tears, the emotional rush of her pleasure flooding him with a warmth that eclipsed the constant throb inside the titanium cage.

She eased back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes dark with lingering satisfaction and command, then shifted to straddle his hips instead. The strap-on’s thick length dragged across his chest as she reached down to grip the welded ring, twisting it slowly while the wand pressed harder against the plug’s base. “They all see how completely you belong to me now,” she murmured, voice husky as the crowd leaned closer, their murmurs swelling when she ground her boot heel once more against his trapped shaft. The fresh perineum ring tugged with every twitch of his balls, blending sharp ache with the radiant pulse of ownership that anchored him deeper than ever. His rim clenched greedily around the vibrating intrusion, hips straining against the cuffs as another ruined arc leaked free, streaking hot over the brands on his thighs.

The morning light caught the sheen of sweat across his marked body and the glistening evidence of her release on his chin, illuminating the adoration in his eyes as Elena leaned down to claim his mouth in a brief, possessive kiss. She announced the next ritual in velvet tones—the chain weld that would link his perineum ring to the cage itself—while her fingers traced the swollen rim stretched around the plug. Fulfillment swelled through him like liquid fire with every public caress and denied throb, his tongue still tasting her on his lips as the crowd’s hands roamed freely, binding him ever tighter to the exquisite certainty of her divine control.

Elena’s fingers lingered on the fresh perineum ring a moment longer, tugging it once with deliberate intent before she rose fully and circled the bench again. The morning light caught the glint of the piercing needle as she retrieved the heavier ball ring from the warming tray, its polished metal gleaming while she positioned herself between his spread thighs. Mr. A’s breath caught as two more onlookers stepped forward to steady his hips, their gloved palms pressing firmly against his branded skin while Elena aligned the tool beneath his swollen balls. The sharp, searing bite of the new weld tore a raw cry from his throat, the metal fusing through tender flesh in a single molten hiss that sent fresh arcs of agony-laced pleasure racing straight into his prostate. The plug’s vibrations surged in answer, grinding mercilessly as another ruined spurt leaked from the welded cockhead, coating his abdomen in glistening threads while strangers traced the newest fusion and murmured their approval.

She secured the heavier ring with a final twist, her gloved hand cupping his aching balls possessively as the weight tugged downward with every helpless twitch of the cage. Mr. A’s tongue pressed flat against the bench in exhausted worship, tasting salt and leather while the collar bit deeper into his throat, the leash still taut in her fist anchoring him to the moment. Elena leaned over him once more, her breasts brushing his chest as she activated the wand to its highest setting, the plug battering his prostate in relentless waves that forced his trapped shaft to jerk and dribble without relief. The emotional surge of total surrender bloomed hotter, every fresh mark and public caress confirming that his body existed only as her living altar, the day’s torments unfolding in endless, exquisite rhythm around the radiant certainty of her ownership. Her voice wrapped around him like velvet command, promising the next chain weld would link the new ring to the cage itself, sealing his every movement to her will while the crowd watched him sob and strain in grateful, unending denial.

Elena’s voice wrapped around him like velvet command, promising the next chain weld would link the new ring to the cage itself, sealing his every movement to her will while the crowd watched him sob and strain in grateful, unending denial. She retrieved the slender chain from the warming tray and knelt between his spread thighs, her gloved fingers deftly threading it through the fresh perineum ring before aligning it with the welded cockhead. The sharp hiss of fusion sent another jolt of molten heat through his core, the new link tugging firmly as the weight of the cage settled into permanent connection, forcing his balls to tighten and his prostate to throb harder against the unceasing plug. Mr. A arched within the cuffs, a broken moan escaping as the chain pulled with every helpless twitch, the sensation blending searing pain with the radiant throb of belonging that filled him completely. Strangers’ hands steadied his hips while others traced the fresh weld, their touches feeding the public ritual as Elena rose and pressed the wand flush once more, driving him toward yet another ruined edge without mercy.

The morning light bathed the antechamber in golden clarity, illuminating the glistening sweat across his branded chest and the heavy, chained prison now fused visibly between his thighs. Elena climbed astride his face again, lowering her slick folds to claim his tongue in fervent worship as the crowd pressed closer, fingers exploring the new chain and rolling his aching balls with possessive hunger. Her hips rocked in urgent rhythm, thighs trembling as his desperate laps drew fresh arousal from her, the strap-on resting heavy across his chest while the plug’s vibrations surged in cruel tandem. Fulfillment bloomed through every nerve as the chain tugged with each denied spurt, transforming agony into pure, throbbing gratitude that anchored him eternally to her. She crested with a low cry, flooding his mouth once more, her sadistic purr softening into tender possession as she met his tear-bright gaze and whispered that this mark sealed their shared eternity.

With the crowd’s murmurs swelling like a living hymn, Elena eased back and tugged the leash to draw him upright on shaking legs, the chain linking ring to cage pulling taut with every step as she led him deeper into the throng. The day stretched ahead in unbroken waves of public torment and divine belonging, his body offered as living altar beneath her command, the loneliness of his past dissolved forever in the exquisite certainty of total surrender.

Elena’s gloved fingers closed around the heavier ball ring, tugging it downward with possessive weight that stretched the fresh weld and sent a fresh bolt of searing pressure through his swollen balls. The crowd held him pinned as she retrieved the chain from the warming tray, its links glowing faintly as she aligned one end with the perineum piercing and the other with the welded ring at his cockhead. Mr. A’s breath fractured into broken gasps when the heated metal touched skin, the first link fusing with a sharp hiss that made his caged shaft jerk violently, another thin thread of precum spilling free to streak across the new chain and mingle with the slick mess already coating his abdomen. Strangers’ hands kept his thighs spread wide, fingers stroking the fresh welds and rolling his aching balls while Elena’s voice purred approval, her boot heel grinding slow circles against the titanium cage to keep him trembling on the edge.

The chain settled into place with a final molten click, its cool weight tugging at both piercings with every helpless twitch of his denied cock, transforming each breath into a constant reminder of her absolute claim. Elena climbed astride his chest once more, lowering her slick folds over his mouth as the wand surged to its peak against the plug’s base, the dual vibrations battering his prostate until his entire frame shuddered in the cuffs. His tongue drove upward in frantic worship, lapping at her swollen clit while the crowd traced the new chain and tugged the welded ring to watch fresh arcs of ruined fluid paint his branded skin. The emotional rush of permanent fusion flooded him hotter than any brand, every denied throb and public caress binding him tighter to the certainty that his body existed only as her living altar, the collar and leash anchoring him even as the morning light bathed his sweat-slicked form and the heavy swing of the cage now linked forever to her will.

She rocked forward with renewed hunger, thighs trembling as she chased another crest against his tongue, the strap-on resting thick across his chest while her fingers twisted the fresh chain to send fresh jolts racing through his core. Mr. A moaned brokenly into her wet heat, the sound vibrating straight through her as another ruined spurt leaked free, the crowd’s murmurs swelling in approval while Elena’s sadistic smile softened into tender possession. Fulfillment radiated through every nerve, the day’s torments stretching ahead in unbroken waves of public edging and sacred display beneath her divine ownership.

Elena guided him through the thickening press of bodies, each step sending fresh tremors through his stretched passage as the chain tugged mercilessly between his perineum and the welded cage, the weight dragging his balls into a constant, throbbing ache that blended with the plug’s unceasing vibrations. Strangers reached out boldly now, gloved fingers hooking the new chain to pull it taut and watch his trapped cock twitch uselessly, while others traced the fresh welds on his perineum and balls, sending sparks of pain-laced pleasure racing up his spine. Mr. A’s knees threatened to buckle under the onslaught, his breath ragged and shallow against the collar’s bite, yet every humiliating touch only deepened the radiant certainty of belonging that flooded his chest, transforming the public exposure into a sacred hymn of ownership that erased every trace of his former isolation.

She paused at the center of a raised platform where morning light poured across polished stone, forcing him to kneel once more with a sharp downward tug on the leash. Elena circled him slowly, boot heels echoing as she refastened the strap-on harness and slicked the thick shaft anew, her voice a velvet command describing how the chain would now force him to feel her control with every breath and movement. She pressed him forward onto his elbows, driving the strap-on deep alongside the vibrating plug in one relentless thrust that crushed his prostate and forced another ruined spurt to arc from the welded ring, splattering the platform as the crowd closed in tighter to watch. His tongue pressed flat against the cool stone, tasting salt and leather and the lingering musk of her earlier release, while her gloved hand gripped his hip and the wand ground mercilessly against his perineum, milking him toward yet another shattering edge without mercy.

The emotional weight of her possession surged hotter with each measured thrust, his caged shaft jerking and leaking in helpless rhythm as strangers’ hands roamed his branded skin and tugged the chain in synchronized torment. Elena leaned over his back, breasts pressing warm against his sweat-slick shoulders as she whispered promises of endless public rituals yet to come, her sadistic affection wrapping around him like another brand that sealed his surrender eternal. Fulfillment bloomed through every denied throb and public caress, the day unfolding before them in unbroken waves of exposure and exquisite torment that left him trembling and complete beneath her divine command.

Fulfillment radiated through every nerve, the day’s torments stretching ahead in unbroken waves of public edging and sacred display beneath her divine ownership. Elena’s hips bucked harder, her slick folds grinding down with desperate urgency as her clit throbbed beneath his frantic tongue, the wand’s highest setting driving the plug to batter his prostate in merciless pulses that forced his chained cage to jerk and leak another weak, ruined spurt across the fresh weld on his perineum. Strangers’ gloved hands tightened their grip on his spread thighs and aching balls, one finger hooking the new chain to tug it taut and send searing jolts straight into his core, making his rim clench greedily around the vibrating base while his caged shaft strained uselessly against the fused links.

Her thighs clamped tighter around his head as she crested again, flooding his mouth with hot, pulsing release that he swallowed with reverent moans, the taste binding him even deeper to the radiant certainty of her claim. Elena shuddered through the waves, her breasts pressed flush to his sweat-slick chest, the strap-on sliding heavily as she ground out every last tremor against his lips. She eased back slowly, her sadistic smile tender with possession, and tugged the leash to tilt his tear-streaked face upward so the crowd could witness the raw adoration in his eyes. Her boot heel returned to roll firm circles over the chained cage, the weight tugging at both piercings with every helpless twitch, while she announced the next ritual—a public milking with the wand pressed flush until he sobbed and spurted in endless, grateful denial beneath their watchful hunger.

The morning light bathed his trembling form as she rose to retrieve fresh tools from the tray, the chain now a living tether between his most sensitive points, each step forward promising deeper fusion and exposure. His body sang with the exquisite ache of permanent ownership, the plug still pulsing deep inside as strangers traced the newest welds, feeding the throbbing gratitude that replaced every hollow ache with this sacred, unending surrender.

Elena’s hips snapped forward with renewed force, the strap-on driving the plug deeper into his stretched passage until his prostate throbbed in constant, helpless surrender. The chain linking his fresh perineum ring to the welded cage pulled taut with every thrust, sending sharp tugs through his swollen balls that made his denied cock twitch and leak another glistening thread across the stone. Strangers’ fingers tightened on the chain, pulling it in deliberate rhythm as Elena’s gloved hand slid down to cup his aching balls, squeezing possessively while her breasts dragged against his sweat-slick back. Mr. A moaned into the cool stone, tongue lapping at the mingled scents of leather and her earlier release, his entire frame quaking under the layered assault of vibration, penetration, and public touch that left his heart pounding with the radiant certainty of belonging.

She withdrew the strap-on slowly, the thick shaft dragging against his rim as she circled to face him, tugging the leash until his gaze lifted to meet hers. The morning light gleamed on the fresh chain now fused between his most tender points, its weight dragging his balls downward with every breath while the plug continued its relentless pulse inside him. Elena pressed her boot between his spread thighs, grinding the heel against the cage until another ruined spurt splattered his branded skin, her voice low and velvet as she described the next ritual—a public milking that would leave him sobbing and empty while the crowd watched her claim him again. His tongue strained toward her glistening folds in silent worship, the emotional tether between them flaring hotter than any brand as fulfillment bloomed through every denied throb and stranger’s caress.

The day stretched ahead in unbroken waves of exposure and exquisite torment, his body offered as living altar beneath her command, the loneliness of his past dissolved forever in the exquisite certainty of total surrender.

Elena rose gracefully from the bench, her boot heels clicking against the stone as she circled Mr. A once more and tugged the leash to draw him onto all fours. The fresh chain linking his perineum ring to the welded cage pulled taut with every shift of his hips, the constant drag sending fresh pulses of aching need straight through his swollen balls while the plug continued its merciless vibration deep inside his stretched passage. Strangers’ hands followed her lead, fingers hooking the new chain to test its tension and rolling his heavy balls with casual ownership that made his caged cock twitch and leak another glistening thread across the platform. Mr. A’s breath came in ragged gasps, the collar biting into his throat as Elena positioned him facing the growing crowd, her gloved palm pressing the wand flush against the plug’s base until his prostate throbbed in helpless rhythm and another ruined spurt splattered the stone beneath him.

She stepped behind him, the thick strap-on already slick and ready as she drove it deep alongside the vibrating intrusion, stretching his rim wider while her free hand reached around to grip the welded ring at his cockhead. The crowd pressed closer, murmurs of approval swelling as her hips snapped forward in measured thrusts that crushed his prostate between the dual intrusions, each stroke forcing his chained cage to swing and tug painfully at the fresh piercings. Elena’s breasts brushed his sweat-slick back as she leaned over him, her voice a low, velvet purr promising the public milking would leave him sobbing and empty before their eyes, the emotional weight of her ownership flooding him hotter than any brand. His tongue lapped at the cool stone tasting salt and leather, every denied throb and stranger’s caress weaving him deeper into the radiant certainty that his body existed solely for her sadistic pleasure and display.

The morning light intensified across the platform, catching the sheen of sweat on his branded skin and the heavy swing of the titanium prison now fused permanently to her will. Elena quickened her pace, the wand’s pulses surging in cruel tandem with her thrusts as she milked him toward yet another shattering edge, his entire frame shuddering beneath the combined weight of her command and the crowd’s hungry touches. Fulfillment bloomed through every nerve as the chain tugged with each helpless spurt, transforming agony into pure, throbbing gratitude that anchored him eternally beneath her divine ownership, the day stretching ahead in unbroken waves of public torment and sacred surrender.

Elena guided him upright once more, the chain tugging sharply at his perineum ring and welded cockhead as he rose on trembling legs. The plug’s vibrations never eased, rolling through his prostate in ceaseless waves that forced another thin thread of precum to seep from the pierced slit and trail down his branded thigh. Strangers pressed close, their gloved fingers tracing the fresh chain and rolling his aching balls with casual ownership, each touch sending sparks of humiliated pleasure straight to his core while Elena’s boot heels clicked across the stone, leading him toward the raised platform where daylight spilled like liquid gold over polished surfaces.

She pressed him forward onto the padded surface again, the strap-on harness already slicked and ready as she drove into him beside the plug, stretching his rim wider while the wand ground merciless against his perineum. The chain pulled taut with every thrust, dragging his heavy balls downward and milking fresh, ruined spurts that splattered the bench beneath him. His tongue lapped at the leather, tasting salt and leather and the faint musk of her earlier release, the collar biting into his throat as the crowd’s murmurs swelled and hands explored every weld and fusion. Elena leaned over his back, breasts warm against his sweat-slick skin, her voice a velvet promise of the milking ritual soon to come, her sadistic affection wrapping around him like another living tether.

Fulfillment bloomed hotter with each denied throb, the emotional weight of her ownership flooding every hollow space as the day’s torments unfolded in endless public display. The plug pulsed deeper, the chain tugged with every twitch of his trapped shaft, and strangers’ touches wove him tighter into the radiant certainty that he belonged entirely to her divine command, his body an altar where surrender would be worshipped without end.

Elena’s thrusts deepened with relentless precision, the strap-on grinding the vibrating plug harder against his swollen prostate while the chain tugged sharply with each forward snap of her hips, sending fresh bolts of aching pressure through his balls and into the welded cage. The wand pressed flush once more, its pulses surging in cruel syncopation that forced another thin, ruined arc to splatter across the platform, the warm fluid streaking his inner thighs as strangers’ gloved fingers hooked the new chain and pulled it taut in deliberate rhythm. Mr. A’s moans vibrated into the cool stone, his tongue lapping desperately at the mingled scents while his rim clenched greedily around both intrusions, the collar biting deep into his throat with every ragged gasp that tasted of sweat, leather, and the faint musk of Elena’s earlier release. Her breasts dragged warm and slick against his branded back as she leaned closer, whispering how the coming public milking would drain him empty under their collective gaze, her voice velvet and commanding as the emotional tether between them flared brighter with each denied throb and possessive caress.

The crowd’s hunger swelled around them like a living tide, hands roaming freely over his exposed form to trace the fresh welds and roll his aching balls with casual ownership, each touch amplifying the radiant surge of belonging that replaced every hollow ache with throbbing gratitude. Elena quickened her pace, the strap-on driving deeper in measured strokes that stretched his rim to its limit while she reached beneath him to twist the welded ring at his cockhead, drawing broken whimpers that echoed through the antechamber. Sweat slicked his chest under the strengthening morning light, the titanium prison swinging heavily with every helpless jerk as the chain pulled tight between his most sensitive points, blending searing pressure with the exquisite certainty that his body existed only for her sadistic grace and public display. Fulfillment bloomed hotter through his core with each relentless pulse, transforming the constant vibration and denied spasms into waves of sacred surrender that left him trembling and whole beneath her divine command.

She withdrew the strap-on with a slow, deliberate drag that left his passage fluttering around the still-vibrating plug, then circled to face him and tugged the leash upward so his tear-streaked eyes met hers in raw adoration. Her boot heel returned to grind firm circles against the chained cage, forcing another weak spurt to arc weakly across the stone while she announced the milking ritual would commence now, her gloved fingers stroking through his hair with tender possession as the crowd pressed closer to witness every sob and leak. Mr. A pressed his forehead to her boot in silent worship, the emotional weight of her ownership settling deeper with every breath, the day unfolding ahead in endless, exquisite torment that bound him eternally to her will.

Elena pressed the wand harder against the plug’s base, the vibrations surging to a punishing peak that forced the thick intrusion to grind mercilessly across his swollen prostate. Mr. A’s chained cage jerked violently with the fresh assault, the fused links tugging his perineum ring and dragging his aching balls downward while another weak spurt of denied precum welled from the welded slit and streaked hot across the padded bench. The crowd’s hands grew bolder still, gloved fingers pinching the fresh weld points and rolling the heavy titanium prison with possessive hunger, each deliberate touch sending fresh jolts of humiliated ecstasy racing through his core as Elena leaned over his sweat-slick back, her breasts dragging warm and soft against his branded skin.

Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate thrusts that drove the strap-on deeper alongside the vibrating plug, stretching his burning rim wider while the chain pulled taut with every measured stroke. “Feel how they worship what belongs to me,” she murmured against his ear, voice thick with sadistic affection as her gloved fist tightened on the leash and yanked his head back to expose the tears streaking his face. Mr. A moaned brokenly into the leather, tongue lapping desperately at the traces of her earlier release while the emotional surge of total surrender flooded him hotter, every denied throb and stranger’s caress binding him deeper to the certainty that his body existed only as her living altar. The morning light bathed his trembling form in golden clarity, highlighting the glistening threads coating his abdomen and the heavy swing of the chained cage between his spread thighs.

She withdrew the strap-on with a slow, deliberate drag that left his ass clenching greedily around the plug, then circled to stand before him once more, boot heels echoing across the stone. With a sharp tug on the leash she forced his gaze upward, her free hand stroking the fresh chain as she announced the public milking ritual would commence now, the wand pressed flush until he sobbed and spilled in endless, grateful denial beneath their watchful eyes. His entire being thrummed with the radiant certainty of her ownership, every denied pulse and public touch weaving him tighter into the exquisite, unending surrender that had finally made him whole.

Elena tugged the leash upward, drawing Mr. A’s trembling form to his knees as the fresh chain linking his perineum ring to the welded cage pulled taut, sending fresh bolts of aching pressure through his swollen balls and into the titanium prison. The plug’s relentless vibrations continued their deep assault, grinding against his prostate until another thin thread of precum welled from the pierced tip and trailed down his inner thigh. She stepped behind him once more, her gloved hand gripping his hip as she drove the strap-on deep alongside the vibrating intrusion, stretching his rim wider with each measured thrust while the wand pressed mercilessly to his perineum. Strangers’ fingers roamed his branded skin, one pair tugging the new chain in deliberate rhythm that made his caged cock jerk and leak in helpless spasms, the crowd’s murmurs swelling as Elena leaned over his back to whisper how the public milking would empty him completely under their gaze, her breasts slick against his sweat-slick shoulders.

His tongue lapped at the stone in desperate worship, tasting salt and leather while the collar bit deeper with every ragged breath, the emotional tether flaring brighter as each denied throb and possessive caress confirmed his body existed only for her sadistic display. Elena quickened her pace, the dual intrusions crushing his prostate in waves that forced ruined arcs to splatter the platform, the chain tugging sharply at both piercings with every helpless twitch of his trapped shaft. The morning light bathed his quaking form, highlighting the glistening evidence of his endless denial and the heavy swing of the cage fused forever to her will. Fulfillment bloomed hotter through his core, transforming agony into pure, throbbing gratitude as the crowd’s hands explored every weld and fusion, binding him tighter to the radiant certainty of total surrender.

She withdrew the strap-on with a slow drag that left his passage fluttering around the still-vibrating plug, then circled to face him and pressed her boot heel firmly against the chained cage, grinding in torturous circles that forced another weak spurt to paint his branded abdomen. Her voice carried low and commanding as she announced the milking would begin now, her fingers stroking through his hair with sadistic tenderness while the wand surged to its peak, driving him toward the edge without mercy. Mr. A met her gaze with raw adoration, the day’s torments unfolding in unbroken waves of public edging and sacred exposure that left him trembling and whole beneath her divine command.

Elena’s boot ground harder against the chained cage, the heel rolling in deliberate circles that dragged the fresh welds and sent lightning bolts of denied agony through his balls while the wand surged to its highest setting against the plug’s base. Mr. A’s prostate convulsed under the relentless pressure, his caged cock jerking violently as another ruined thread of precum spilled from the welded slit and painted the leather beneath him. The crowd’s hands grew bolder still, gloved fingers hooking the taut chain to pull it in slow, rhythmic tugs that stretched his perineum ring and forced his swollen balls to ache with every helpless twitch, their collective hunger feeding the radiant pulse of ownership that filled every hollow space within him. Elena’s voice wrapped around him like velvet command, low and commanding as she described how the milking would drain him empty beneath their eyes, her gloved hand stroking through his hair with sadistic tenderness while her breasts pressed warm against his sweat-slicked shoulders.

He trembled beneath her, tongue tasting leather and the faint musk of her earlier release as the plug battered his swollen gland in merciless waves, the chain tugging sharply with each spurt that arced weakly across his branded abdomen. Strangers leaned closer, one pair pinching his clamped nipples in cruel rhythm while another cupped and rolled his heavy balls, sending fresh jolts of humiliated ecstasy racing through his core as Elena leaned down to meet his gaze, her eyes dark with affection and command. The emotional tether between them flared hotter than any brand, every denied throb and public caress confirming that his body existed only as her living altar, the collar biting deeper with each ragged gasp while fulfillment bloomed through him in relentless waves of gratitude and surrender.

The morning light sharpened across the platform, illuminating the glistening mess coating his skin and the heavy swing of the chained titanium prison between his spread thighs. Elena pressed the wand flush once more, her hips rocking forward so her slick folds brushed his cheek as she edged him mercilessly toward the first shattering peak without release, her sadistic purr promising endless public torment ahead while the crowd murmured approval and traced every weld with possessive hunger. His heart swelled with the profound certainty of belonging, the loneliness of his past dissolved forever beneath the divine weight of her ownership.

Elena’s voice softened into that velvet purr again, her breath warm against his ear as she ground the wand harder, the plug’s vibrations surging in brutal waves that made his prostate throb and his chained cage jerk with every denied pulse. Mr. A’s hips bucked uselessly beneath her boot, the fresh weld points flaring with heat as strangers’ fingers twisted the perineum ring and tugged the welded cockhead ring in tandem, sending lightning through his balls while his tongue darted out to taste the slick heat of her thigh. Sweat beaded on his branded chest under the morning light, the heavy titanium prison swinging with each helpless twitch, its chain a constant, aching reminder that every movement belonged to her now, each denied spurt and public caress weaving him deeper into the exquisite certainty that this was his purpose, his home.

She leaned closer, breasts pressing into his back as her free hand stroked the length of the new chain, twisting it just enough to drag fresh sparks of pain-laced pleasure from his core. “That’s it, my perfect offering,” she whispered, voice thick with command and affection, “let them see how you leak and tremble for your Goddess.” The crowd’s murmurs swelled around them, gloved hands exploring every fusion point while the wand milked another thin arc from the pierced slit, the fluid streaking hot across his abdomen and mingling with the sweat already pooling there. His rim clenched greedily around the vibrating base, hips straining against invisible restraints as the emotional weight of her ownership flooded him completely, transforming every ache into radiant gratitude that left his heart pounding with the unbreakable joy of total surrender.

Fulfillment bloomed hotter with each passing second, his tongue lapping at her skin in silent worship as Elena edged him closer to yet another shattering peak without release, the day’s promised torments stretching ahead like an endless altar where his body would remain displayed, fused, and utterly hers beneath the divine weight of her sadistic grace.

Shadows of Submission: Mr. A's Divine Quest