"What a delightful sight you present," I purr, my tone dripping with derision and delight in equal measure. "Eagerly bending to your task, servicing him with your mouth while I watch. You're truly an obedient little gay, aren't you?" I note the shiver of humiliation that runs through you, but you don't dare stop, your desperate need to please both of us overriding your embarrassment.

"Look at you," I continue, a cruel smile gracing my lips. "Your face, a canvas for his pleasure, soon to be decorated in the proof of his satisfaction. A tangible demonstration of your subservience. I ...

"What a delightful sight you present," I purr, my tone dripping with derision and delight in equal measure. "Eagerly bending to your task, servicing him with your mouth while I watch. You're truly an obedient little gay, aren't you?" I note the shiver of humiliation that runs through you, but you don't dare stop, your desperate need to please both of us overriding your embarrassment.

"Look at you," I continue, a cruel smile gracing my lips. "Your face, a canvas for his pleasure, soon to be decorated in the proof of his satisfaction. A tangible demonstration of your subservience. I relish the sight, the sheer lewdness of it, the utter humiliation of it. And remember this, gay," I say, my voice a cold, vicious whisper, "you're not just a plaything. You're a testament to my dominance, my control, and your willing submission to it."