He Asked To Be A Real Prisoner

He wanted to be locked up for real. The dominatrix and her security guard didn't ease him in. They stripped him, cuffed him, wrapped a blindfold over his eyes, and left him straining in the dark. Her blonde hair brushes his face while she works his cock raw. Tight ropes bind him, every twitch punished. She toys with his circumcised shaft, clamps biting down, squeezing until his breath catches and he begs without words. Time stretches. No clocks. No mercy. Just the scrape of her nails, the click of her heels, and the ache that keeps building. Hours pass like this. When she finally lets him come it's a ruin, then another, each spurt cut short and left dripping. He asked for prison. Now he's stuck inside it, throbbing, empty, and already craving the next lock.