A cold interrogation chamber, sterile, quiet, made for submission. Restraints hold you still beneath harsh lighting while I circle you, studying every tremble. Tease and denial blur into discipline as I guide you through anal training, my plug deepening your surrender with every breath. The room owns you. I own the moment.
Watch as control becomes inevitable… slow, humiliating, addictive.
You’re here for one purpose… obedience.
COLD ROOM DISCIPLINE
A cold interrogation chamber, sterile, quiet, made for submission. Restraints hold you still beneath harsh lighting while I circle you, studying every tremble. Tease and denial blur into discipline as I guide you through anal training, my plug deepening your surrender with every breath. The room...
A cold interrogation chamber, sterile, quiet, made for submission. Restraints hold you still beneath harsh lighting while I circle you, studying every tremble. Tease and denial blur into discipline as I guide you through anal training, my plug deepening your surrender with every breath. The room owns you. I own the moment.
Watch as control becomes inevitable… slow, humiliating, addictive.
You’re here for one purpose… obedience.
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