Your Punishment Is in This Glass

Published: November 19, 2025

You’re not a waiter. You’re not a man. You’re nothing but My object.And today, I’ve decided to use you as My toilet.I stare at you while you shake. I fill the glass with My warm p*ss, and you drink it.Not because you’re thirsty. Not because you want it.But because I ordered it.This is your place: on your knees, swallowing My disgust, accepting exactly what you are.