Mark lay on the bed, his muscular body stretched taut as Ellen secured the last rope around his ankle. The room hummed with the faint buzz of a fan overhead, shadows playing across the walls from the single lamp on the nightstand. He felt the cool air against his skin, his heart pounding in his chest, a mix of excitement and dread building inside him. Ellen's fingers worked with practiced ease, tightening the bonds that held his wrists to the bedposts, her brunette hair falling forward as she leaned over him. She smirked down at him, her eyes gleaming with that familiar dominance that always made his stomach twist. Mark's mind raced, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. He was completely at her mercy, his cock straining painfully against the chastity cage that had confined him for days. 'There, all snug and ready for me,' Ellen purred, her voice low and commanding as she straightened up. She ran a nail down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, making him shiver. 'You've been such a good boy, Mark, waiting so patiently. But now, it's time to play.' He swallowed hard, his breath coming in short bursts, knowing full well that her games meant exquisite torture. With deliberate slowness, Ellen's hands moved to his groin, her fingers deftly unbuckling the chastity cage. Mark groaned as she slid it off, his cock springing free, already throbbing and rock-hard from the sudden release. The skin felt hypersensitive, veins bulging along the shaft as it pulsed in the open air. 'Look at that,' she said, her tone dripping with mock surprise. 'So desperate, so needy. Pathetic, really.' Mark's face flushed with humiliation, his hips twitching involuntarily, but the ropes held him firm. Ellen's breath was hot against his skin as she lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his cock. The sensation shot through him like electricity, making his body jerk against the restraints. She lapped at him slowly, her mouth enveloping the head, sucking just enough to make him gasp. 'Don't you dare cum,' she ordered, her voice sharp and authoritative. Mark whimpered, his mind fogging with pleasure, every touch amplifying the ache he'd endured. He wanted to beg already, to plead for more, but he knew that would only fuel her control. She pulled back, her hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking with agonizing precision. Up and down, her grip firm, edging him closer to the brink before stopping abruptly. Mark's balls tightened, a bead of precum leaking from the tip. 'Please, Ellen,' he begged, his voice hoarse, 'I can't take it anymore.' She laughed, a cruel, teasing sound that sent a shiver down his spine. 'Oh, you can, and you will,' she replied, her fingers digging into his thigh. 'You're mine to play with, my little toy. Say it.' Mark's chest heaved, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought the urge to thrust. 'I'm your toy,' he muttered, the words tasting bitter and sweet on his tongue. Ellen rewarded him by taking him deeper into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length, tongue swirling around the base. He moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the room, his body straining against the bedposts. The ropes bit into his wrists, a sharp reminder of his helplessness, heightening the torment. She worked him relentlessly, alternating between licks and sucks, always pulling away just as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. 'You're leaking everywhere, you filthy slut,' she taunted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Mark's face burned with shame, but his cock twitched at her words, betraying his arousal. He writhed on the bed, hips bucking futilely, trapped in the cycle of ecstasy and denial. Every denial made him crave her more, her dominance wrapping around him like a vice. Ellen's nails raked lightly over his balls, making him gasp again. 'Not yet,' she whispered, her breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. 'We're just getting started.' Mark's thoughts spiraled, the edge of release dangling just out of reach, his body a live wire under her expert touch.

Mark's body trembled under Ellen's gaze, his cock throbbing painfully in the open air, precum glistening at the tip. Her words hung in the room like a promise of more torment, and he knew she meant every syllable. 'Not yet,' she had whispered, but now her hands moved with purpose, reaching for something on the nightstand. Ellen picked up a foil packet, tearing it open with her teeth, her eyes locked on his desperate face. She rolled the condom down his shaft slowly, her fingers pressing firmly against the sensitive skin, trapping every bead of precum that leaked from him. The latex stretched over his engorged cock, squeezing it tight, making him groan as the pressure built. Mark's mind reeled, the cool material contrasting with his heat, turning his arousal into a confined prison all over again. He pulled at the ropes binding his wrists, the fibers digging into his flesh, but they held fast, reminding him of his utter helplessness. 'You really are a mess, aren't you?' Ellen sneered, her voice laced with cruel amusement as she smoothed the condom into place. Her brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her confident smirk. 'Look at this pathetic little cock, leaking like a faucet. You're my little leaking toy, Mark, always so desperate for release.' She emphasized each word with a light tap on his trapped shaft, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through his body. Mark's face burned with humiliation, his hips twitching involuntarily, but the bonds kept him pinned. Ellen's laughter echoed softly in the dim room, her dominance radiating like a physical force. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. 'You know, I think it's about time I tell my friends about this. Imagine the laughs we'd all have—me keeping you locked up, your dick caged like the needy slut you are. They'd get a kick out of how you beg and squirm, how you're always at my mercy.' Her words sliced through him, igniting a fresh wave of shame that made his stomach twist. Mark imagined her sharing the details, her friends picturing him restrained and desperate, and his cock twitched inside the condom, betraying his twisted excitement. He squirmed on the bed, the sheets damp with his sweat, his muscles straining against the ropes as Ellen tightened them further. She adjusted the knots with expert precision, pulling his ankles wider apart, exposing him completely. 'There, nice and secure,' she murmured, her nails trailing up his inner thigh. Mark's thoughts spiraled—humiliation crashing over him in waves, mixed with the unbearable ache in his balls. He wanted to protest, to beg her not to share his secrets, but the words caught in his throat, his submissive nature holding him back. Ellen's hand wrapped around his sheathed cock, stroking it slowly, her grip firm and deliberate. Up and down she went, each movement calculated to keep him on the edge without pushing him over. 'Feel that? All that precum trapped inside, building up just for me,' she taunted, her voice a husky whisper. Mark moaned, his body arching as much as the restraints allowed, the sensation of her hand through the latex amplifying every nerve. 'You're not cumming tonight, toy. Not until I say so.' Her words fueled his desperation, his mind flooding with images of her control, of being her plaything forever. She hummed a cruel tune then, a low, mocking melody that filled the air like a sinister lullaby. It was a song she often used during their sessions, one that signaled more edging, more denial. Her strokes grew faster, her thumb pressing against the head of his cock, rubbing circles that made him gasp and writhe. Mark's breath came in ragged bursts, his balls tightening as the pleasure mounted, but she knew exactly when to stop, pulling her hand away just as he neared the brink. 'Pathetic,' she chuckled, watching him shudder. 'You're going to leak right through that condom if you're not careful.' Mark's vision blurred, the room spinning with the intensity of his need. He could feel the sweat trickling down his chest, the ropes chafing his skin, every inch of him alive with torment. Ellen's dominance enveloped him, her teasing words and touches pushing him deeper into submission. He wanted to scream, to plead for mercy, but all that escaped was a strangled whimper, his body trembling on the edge once more. She wasn't done with him yet, and deep down, he craved every second of it.

Ellen's eyes gleamed with a fresh wave of mischief as she leaned back, her mind racing with a devious idea that made her lips curl into a wicked grin. Mark lay there, panting and exposed, his cock throbbing inside the tight condom, every muscle in his bound body screaming for relief. She reached over to the nightstand again, her fingers wrapping around a small, ominous device—a ring gag that promised to silence his pleas even further. She straddled his chest lightly, her weight pinning him down as she pried his mouth open with one hand. 'Open wide, toy,' she commanded, her voice sharp and unyielding. Mark's eyes widened in protest, but he couldn't resist as she forced the ring gag between his teeth, the cold metal stretching his jaw wide and locking it in place. The gag held his mouth open, vulnerable and obscene, making him feel even more exposed. Saliva pooled at the corners of his lips, dribbling down as he tried to speak, but all that came out was a muffled, incoherent groan. Satisfied with his new level of helplessness, Ellen sat up straight, her brunette hair swaying as she reached for the chastity key dangling nearby. She looped the chain around her neck with pride, the cool metal resting between her breasts like a trophy. 'Look at this,' she purred, tracing the key with her fingers, drawing Mark's gaze to it. In his mind, the key symbolized his complete submission, a constant reminder of how she controlled his every desire. His cock twitched inside the condom, leaking more precum that he could feel building up, trapped and useless. Ellen grabbed her phone from the bedside table, flipping the camera to selfie mode with a laugh that echoed through the room. She positioned herself perfectly, arching her back to show off the key against her skin, ensuring the photos captured only her innocent pose. 'Smile for the camera,' she teased, snapping photo after photo of herself, pouting mockingly at the lens with the key prominently displayed. Mark's face burned with humiliation, his thoughts swirling with dread at the idea of her sharing this with anyone; even though the pictures didn't show him, he knew the context would expose his pathetic state. He imagined her friends piecing it together, seeing how she toyed with him, and the thought made his stomach churn even as it fueled his unwanted arousal. She scrolled through the images on her phone, selecting the most teasing ones—just her with the key, her triumphant expression on full display. With a few quick taps, she loaded them into a message to her best girlfriend, the text reading: 'Look at my new little necklace. 😈' Her laughter filled the air again, a cruel sound that made Mark's skin prickle. She held the phone up to his face, the screen glowing with the unsent message, her eyes locking onto his with a daring glint. 'If you dare to humiliate yourself and press send, I'll let you cum once she replies,' Ellen said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she hovered her finger over the screen, then pointed to the button. 'But that condom is going straight into your mouth while I explain to her what your little cage is for. I'm sure she'll have questions—like how you beg like a bitch in heat and how I keep you locked up tight.' She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear, her words slicing through him like a knife. Mark's mind reeled, the humiliation crashing over him in waves; the idea of swallowing his own mess while she chatted casually about his submission was almost too much. His cock throbbed harder, the pressure building unbearably inside the latex. Still holding the phone steady, Ellen's other hand returned to his shaft, stroking it with deliberate, torturous rhythm. Her fingers squeezed the base, then slid up to the tip, smearing the accumulated precum around through the thin barrier. 'Go on, press it,' she urged, her voice a husky whisper as she edged him again, her thumb circling the sensitive head. Mark writhed against the ropes, his hips bucking futilely, the gag turning his moans into wet, garbled noises. The sensation was overwhelming—her grip firm and unrelenting, keeping him teetering on the brink without mercy. Sweat slicked his skin, his muscles straining as the denial built, layer upon layer of frustration and need. Ellen's laughter grew louder, her dominance intoxicating as she watched him struggle. 'You're such a weak, leaking mess,' she taunted, increasing the pace of her strokes just enough to push him closer. Mark's thoughts fragmented; he knew pressing send would seal his fate, but the promise of release, however humiliating, gnawed at him. His fingers twitched, inches away from the phone, the decision hanging in the balance as her hand worked him relentlessly, edging him toward the point of no return.

Mark's resolve shattered under the relentless assault of Ellen's stroking hand, his body betraying him as his fingers inched forward and tapped the screen. The phone chimed softly as the message sent, his stomach twisting with a mix of shame and raw need that made his cock throb harder inside the tight condom. He groaned through the ring gag, saliva dripping down his chin, his mind flooding with images of her friends laughing at his exposed secret, yet the promise of release overpowered everything. Ellen pulled back slightly, her eyes widening in delight as she saw the message disappear into the ether. A cruel laugh burst from her lips, echoing in the room like a whip crack. 'Oh, you pathetic little slut,' she sneered, her voice dripping with triumph. She gripped his shaft tighter, her fingers sliding up and down the slick latex, smearing the built-up precum around the head with punishing precision. 'Look at you, breaking so easily. Now you'll wait like the desperate bitch you are.' Her other hand traced the ring gag, pushing it deeper into his mouth, making him choke on his own helplessness. Minutes stretched into eternity with no reply, the silence amplifying Mark's torment. He lay there, wrists and ankles straining against the ropes, his hips bucking involuntarily as Ellen's hand worked his leaking cock without mercy. She edged him again, slowing her strokes just as he neared the brink, her thumb pressing firmly against the underside of his tip. 'No answer yet, toy,' she taunted, leaning in to whisper against his ear, her breath hot and mocking. 'That means I get to play with you longer. Feel this? Every drop you're leaking is mine to control.' Mark's thoughts raced, a whirlwind of humiliation and desire; he pictured her friends reading the message, judging his submission, while his body screamed for the release she dangled like a cruel prize. Ellen's pace intensified, her fist pumping faster, the condom stretching taut around his swollen shaft. She spat on her hand for extra lubrication, the wet sound filling the air as she smeared it over him. 'Beg all you want, but you're just my leaking mess,' she said, her voice husky with excitement. Mark's muffled groans grew louder, his body arching off the bed as she pushed him closer, only to stop and squeeze the base, denying him again. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his muscles trembling from the effort to hold back, the ring gag turning his pleas into wet, garbled noises that humiliated him further. Finally, the phone buzzed on the bed beside them, vibrating with a new message. Ellen glanced at it, her face lighting up with glee as she read the reply aloud: 'OMG, that key? Is that what I think it is?.' She threw her head back and laughed, the sound sharp and victorious. 'Hear that, Mark? Your fate's sealed.' Without warning, she resumed stroking him furiously, her hand a blur on his cock, driving him over the edge. 'Cum for me, you worthless toy,' she commanded, her fingers milking every inch. Mark's body convulsed as the orgasm hit, his cock pulsing wildly inside the condom, ropes of cum filling the latex in hot, sticky bursts. He cried out through the gag, the release overwhelming after days of denial, his hips thrusting up desperately. Ellen didn't stop; she wrung him dry, her eyes locked on his face as she watched him shatter. Once he finished, she yanked the condom off his softening shaft, holding it up like a trophy. 'Open wider,' she ordered, shoving the warm, cum-filled latex into his gaping mouth through the ring gag. The salty taste flooded his tongue, the humiliation burning through him as he gagged on his own mess, tears stinging his eyes. Ellen slid off him and lay beside Mark on the bed, her body pressing against his bound form, one leg draped possessively over his. She propped herself up on an elbow, phone in hand, and opened the messaging app, making sure the screen faced him so he could see every word. 'Let's give her the full story,' she purred, typing rapidly. 'He's tied up right now, ring gag in his mouth, choking on his own cum. Pathetic how he begged for this.' She attached a quick, cropped photo—just enough to hint at the ropes and his exposed state without showing too much. Mark's heart raced, his face flushing with fresh shame as he watched her send it, the words searing into his mind. Her free hand trailed down his chest, teasing his oversensitive cock, keeping him on edge even in the aftermath. 'You're not done yet, my little toy,' Ellen whispered as she continued texting.

Ellen's fingers danced across the phone screen, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she hit the record button on the voice message app. She leaned closer to Mark, her breath warm against his ear, and began speaking in a low, mocking tone that sliced through the room. 'Hey, girl, you won't believe what my little toy is up to right now,' she purred into the phone, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. 'He's all tied down, ring gag stretching his mouth wide, and that condom's still full of his pathetic cum, leaking right into his throat. Look at him, squirming like the worthless slut he is.' Mark lay there, bound and exposed, his wrists chafing against the rough ropes that dug into his skin with every futile twitch. He heard every word she said, the sound amplifying his humiliation as it echoed in his mind. His cock, still sheathed in the tight latex, throbbed with aftershocks, and he felt the warm, sticky cum inside the condom shift, a fresh drop oozing out and trickling down toward his gaping mouth. The salty, bitter taste flooded his tongue again, making him gag softly through the ring, his throat constricting around the invading fluid. He wanted to spit it out, to scream his protests, but the gag held him prisoner, forcing him to swallow bits of his own mess. She hit send, and the phone buzzed almost immediately with a reply notification. Ellen's laughter rang out, sharp and triumphant, as she played the incoming voice message aloud. Her friend's voice crackled through the speaker, laced with mocking glee: 'Oh my god, Ellen, you're such a bitch! Making him choke on his own load? That's hilarious. Bet he's loving every second of it, the desperate fucktoy.' The words hit Mark like a physical blow, his face burning with shame as his body trembled uncontrollably. The ropes around his ankles felt wetter now, slick with sweat that made them chafe harder, each pull sending jolts of pain up his legs. Mark's mind reeled, a storm of humiliation and unwanted arousal swirling inside him. He pictured her friend, some faceless woman laughing at his expense, and the thought made his stomach twist. His cock twitched inside the condom, the latex clinging to his sensitive skin like a second prison, every movement reminding him of how utterly controlled he was. He tried to turn his head away, but Ellen's hand gripped his jaw, holding him in place as she recorded another message. 'Listen to this, you pathetic worm,' she whispered, her voice a taunting caress. 'I'm recording you right now, all bound and leaking. Say hi to my friend.' She angled the phone toward him, pressing record again. Mark's muffled groans escaped through the ring gag, the sound wet and garbled, like a plea that only fueled her sadistic game. 'There he is, making those slutty noises,' Ellen continued into the phone, her free hand trailing down his chest to his groin. 'His dick's still hard in that condom, even after I milked him dry. What a needy little bitch.' She sent it off, and the reply came swift, her friend's laughter echoing through the speaker like a chorus of torment. 'Damn, Ellen, you're breaking him! Make him leak more for us.' Mark's body shook harder, his muscles straining against the bonds as the wet ropes bit into his flesh, leaving red welts that burned with every breath. The cum in his mouth pooled thicker now, forcing him to swallow in humiliating gulps, the taste coating his throat and making his eyes water. He felt exposed, his submission laid bare for strangers, and yet his cock betrayed him, pulsing with a mix of shame and desire that he couldn't escape. Ellen's fingers wrapped around his shaft through the condom, her touch firm and teasing, stroking slowly up and down the slick surface. 'Feel that, toy? I'm not done with you yet,' she murmured, her voice husky as she maintained her grip, her thumb circling the head of his cock with deliberate pressure. Mark whimpered through the gag, his hips bucking involuntarily, the sensation overwhelming his oversensitive nerves. The phone buzzed again, another voice message from her friend: 'Keep going, make him beg more. He's probably dripping everywhere by now.' Ellen chuckled, her hand speeding up just enough to edge him again, keeping him on that razor-sharp brink without release. Mark's thoughts fragmented, lost in the haze of degradation and physical ache, his body a live wire of torment under her unyielding control. The room spun with the sounds of their laughter, the wet slap of her hand on his covered cock, and his own stifled cries, all blending into a relentless wave that left him desperate for more, even as it humiliated him to his core.