Submissive Masked Masturbation

In the throes of self-pleasure, the submissive pet whimpers, their body writhing in a dance of shame and ecstasy. The taste of their own sweat coats their tongue, a bitter reminder of their degradation. The room echoes with the wet sounds of their fingers plunging into their slick folds, the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. Their eyes, hidden behind the mask, are closed tight, but they can feel the weight of their Master's gaze, burning into them, pushing them further into their own filth. The room fills with the scent of their arousal, a pungent, heady perfume that only serves to heighten their humiliation.

• masturbation
• humiliation
• bdsm

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