I’ve always been the absolute Dom — whips, chains, commands. I loved breaking her, loved the fear and worship in her eyes.Then one night in October 2025 I decided to try a threesome. I picked a big, muscular guy myself and brought him down to the basement. I thought I’d run the show: she’d serve me first, then him, while I directed.The second she dropped to her knees in front of him, everything changed.
The look she gave him — raw, starving, completely submissive — was something I’d never seen. She deep-throated him, rode him, screamed his name like she’d never done for me.I just stood there, whip in my hand, frozen.
Every moan, every thrust, sent humiliation burning through me… and I got harder than I ever had in my life.That night, inside the threesome I arranged, the untouchable Dom woke up as a https://t.co/jVwpXE6E4T I still play the cold Master on the surface.
But no one knows the truth.
Every time I crack the whip, that scene loops in my head.
I bury the shame and secretly crave the next time she forgets me completely and loses herself for him… while I watch, throbbing, falling apart.