This is The Kingdom of Pleasure, the realm where your so-called masculinity is nothing but a tool for my amusement and power. Sit your trembling, useless ass in the stroking chair. Oh, you don’t get a choice; the chair chooses you. Feel it cradle your body, trapping you while its relentless mechanisms grip your cock, draining you stroke by merciless stroke. You’ll sniff deeply now—yes, those are aroma, flooding your weak little brain, breaking down every shred of resistance, turning you into a drooling, mindless energy source. You’ll wake up thinking it was just a dream, but then you’ll rea...

This is The Kingdom of Pleasure, the realm where your so-called masculinity is nothing but a tool for my amusement and power. Sit your trembling, useless ass in the stroking chair. Oh, you don’t get a choice; the chair chooses you. Feel it cradle your body, trapping you while its relentless mechanisms grip your cock, draining you stroke by merciless stroke. You’ll sniff deeply now—yes, those are aroma, flooding your weak little brain, breaking down every shred of resistance, turning you into a drooling, mindless energy source. You’ll wake up thinking it was just a dream, but then you’ll realize—your cock will never stand again. No erections, no pride, no escape. This is who you are now: a discarded, ruined toy for my pleasure.