I hadn’t seen the Masked Man in a long time, and I thought I was safe. But then, a message popped up on my phone—photos of my past “play sessions.”
Masked Man: “Little Boss, busy lately? If not, come over for some fun?”
My heart stopped. I typed back with trembling fingers: “…Please… don’t send those to my employees… I’ll come over tonight…”
Upon arrival, I had no choice but to sit obediently. Heavy, slutty makeup was applied to my face against my will, my lips painted a fiery red. Then came the outfit: a streetwalker ensemble designed to provoke pure lust.
To satisfy his twisted desires and entertain the audience, he dressed me in 13cm open-crotch high heels and cheap, shiny black pantyhose. He tore open the back of the stockings and shoved an electric toy inside me, fixing it in place. A pony-harness gag was strapped onto my face, silencing my protests.
Stage 1: Mirror Standing Ordeal First, I was made to stand with my legs spread wide. He commanded me to look down—the floor was a mirror. I had to watch in shame as the toy ravaged my insides, a constant reminder of my current lowly status. Then, the vibrating wand touched me. It was too fast; I was milked dry in minutes. But this was just the warm-up.
Stage 2: Aerial Milking Next, I was hoisted into the air. Suspended and helpless, I struggled and twisted, but it was useless. Even my head was fixed in place. The sensation of floating while being edged and milked was terrifying…

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