He's really not okay, and I'm reveling in it. In this state of denial, he's the doting pet I've always craved, and I can't seem to leave him alone. Every time I reach down to rub over his package, I can feel how full and swollen he is constantly, from being full to the brim and poisoned by his addiction to his Mistress.

But I want more. I want him to bend until he breaks. Edge until he explodes. So we set a release date. The earliest he can hope for his next ruin is in five short days ... and I plan to make every moment until then excruciating, ecstatic.

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