The evening with friends is almost over, but the excitement and desire to have fun are still alive. We are tired, yes, but not enough to give up on one last game for the night. Our slave is there, waiting, ready to be our plaything. We decide to caress him in our own way, but our hands are anything but gentle. Every touch is a mark of dominance, every word pushes him further down. The game becomes more intense, the line between humiliation and pleasure blurs, and he finds himself sinking into a whirlwind of submission that he may never have even dared to imagine.Will he have proven himself worthy of the role we have imposed on him? And, more importantly, will we have had enough fun watching him fall even lower?
