“24 hours was just the taste. You can’t go back to normal now you’re ruined for anything less. Beg me to keep you as my permanent slave or I delete every photo and video like none of this ever happened.”

Your decision. How desperate are you already my to be viral slut?

By the end you’re a sticky, trembling mess on the floor, collar jingling softly. I pull you into my lap, stroke your hair, and whisper:

“Willing slave-girl. Holes open. Come take turns.”

They arrive and use you one after another pounding your pussy, throat, ass rotating, filling you, leaving you cum-soaked and shaking. I direct and film every angle, building endless proof of the perfect little fucktoy you’ve become.

Spread on the bed, wrists cuffed, vibe taped hard against your clit on max. I edge you relentlessly, stopping every time you’re about to break, snapping your frustrated, pleading face. “Admit it you’re already addicted to this.”

That’s when I text a few friends:

Bent over, hands yanking your cheeks apart, begging out loud: “Please ruin your slave-girl, Sir” while I film tight close-ups.

Kneeling, mouth open, deepthroating until tears streak and you gag then I switch to my cock, face-fucking you raw, capturing every sloppy drool and broken whimper.

Once home, no mercy. Lights bright, collar tight, completely naked. I make you pose like the desperate slave you’ve become:

All fours, ass high, spreading wide camera catching every glistening inch of your plugged hole and dripping pussy. “Smile, slut. Show how wet the public stares made you.”

As we exit, they’re confused why I’m still filming until they see your cum-glazed smile and turn bright red. You walk down the street marked and glowing.

Through the park we stop for a photoshoot. We need endless material to prove what a good girl you are before the real session starts at home.

with you and they can only watch. No touching without my permission. We give them plenty to look at.

Before we leave, quick bathroom stop. You drop to your knees and suck me off, taking a full facial to wear on your public slut walk. Every second documented on camera.

You look like the perfect slut everyone secretly craves but would never dare because of jealousy.

At the table I “accidentally” drop things over and over. You bend to pick them up, ass high, tail swaying for the whole room to see. I smile proudly while they stare, knowing I can do whatever I want

I get 24 hours with you as a willing slave-girl. You obey everything I say.

You stay naked at home except for the collar locked around your neck.

First we go to dinner. You wear a tiny skirt and a sheer top, no underwear, tail plug buried deep inside you.

@savannahapted.bsky.social we need this redone without clothes

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