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When Master decided I’d spend the evening pumped up, I didn’..
Published: November 16th 2024, 7:39:52 pm
When Master decided I’d spend the evening pumped up, I didn’t realize just how far He’d take it.
The pump gag was already in, keeping me silent while I cleaned the apartment. But Sir wasn’t done. He told me to fetch the other two pumps. One for my pussy, one for my ass. Once I was fully stuffed, He sent me back to work, every step and movement a constant reminder of my submission.
There’s something deeply humbling and arousing about being completely filled this way. The sensation isn’t just physical — it’s mental, too. Each pump represents control: His control. It makes me hyper-aware of my purpose as His slave.
Of course, Master couldn’t resist taking things further. I barely had time to process what was happening before He bent me over the kitchen counter and used me as He saw fit, finishing inside me. But there was no pause, no reprieve. Back to my duties I went, pumped and dripping — carrying out His orders with every inch of me still completely under His claim.
This is what it means to surrender, to embrace being owned. To give everything and expect nothing in return but the fulfillment of His desires.
