Weekly Fuckmachine Therapy — where submission is routine and pleasure is punishment. Dressed head-to-toe in a seamless black latex catsuit, I kneel on the bed in total surrender. My mouth occupied, rhythmically pumping my throat with the soft rubber dildo. Strapped in sensory deprivation mode, I’m unable to speak, blink without effort, or even feel my own identity — just the invasive stretch of my slut hole being fucked on repeat. My body responds against my will drooling away and my caged cock throbbing in its metal prison. Despite being locked in chastity, I climax — a trapped, shuddering orgasm that leaves me soaked in shame and ecstasy. No release, just the sensation of cum building behind metal, a constant reminder that I don’t own myself. I exist only to serve, gag, and goon for you.