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I remained locked in the strict hogtie — wrists bound behind my back and connected to my ankles, the spreader bar forcing my legs wide apart, blindfold cutting off my sight, and the ball gag muffling every sound. My body was arched, completely exposed and helpless on the padded bench.

Master Kane’s hands roamed over me possessively as he prepared more equipment

I felt something cool and slick press against my back entrance. A thick, smooth anal plug. He worked it in slowly, twisting and pushing until it popped into place, stretching me open with a deep, full pressure that made me moan loudly into the gag.

“Mmmphhh!”...