“It seems your body is responding well to the treatment,” he says, his voice calm and reassuring. I moan and whimper, unable to move my arms as he uses me for his pleasure. “The nipple suckers help as well. Master set it up so that the vibrations of my belt would kick in for as long as the machine was running. He chuckles darkly and pushes himself further inside me, stretching me open with his thick girth. Master watches me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. I feel the warmth of his seed filling me up, marking me as his forever. The lights come up softly and I pad over my computer where Master has another message waiting for me. “You’re doing wonderfully,” he says, his tone laced with control. I wake up the next day, unsurprised to find the chastity belt once again around my waist. I look on with wide-eyed surprise as the milky liquid drips from my nipple, the sight both shocking and intriguing. My master leads me to a room I’ve never seen before, the air thick with anticipation. “Yes, please,” I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily against him. I think about the way he touched me, the way he explained it all so casually, and a shiver runs down my spine.
