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Torture Phone Sex with Wicked Wren

In the dimly lit basement of an abandoned warehouse, Wren stood over the bound and gagged figure of a man who was trembling in fear. She was an imposing figure with jet black hair that framed her face in a short bob. Her eyes were a piercing green, and her lips were painted a deep red. She wore a tight leather corset that accentuated her cleavage, fishnet stockings, and high-heeled boots. Her outfit left little to the imagination, and it was clear that she was a dominant force to be reckoned with.

The man on the floor was a pitiful sight. He was skinny, with mousy brown hair and a weak chin. His hands and feet were bound with rope, and a ball gag was stuffed in his mouth. Wren looked down at him with contempt, sneering at his pathetic form.

“You’re a weak-ass little bitch boy,” she growled, her voice low and menacing. “And you don’t deserve any mercy.”

Wren had been tormenting the man for hours, reveling in his fear and humiliation. She had spanked him with a riding crop, made him lick her boots, and forced him to perform humiliating acts that left him sobbing and begging for mercy. But Wren was relentless, and she showed no signs of stopping.

She reached down and grabbed the man’s crotch, sneering at the small bulge that was barely visible through his pants. “Look at this tiny little dick,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “You don’t deserve to be called a man.”

Wren’s sadistic streak was well-known in the underground BDSM scene. She was a dominant who took pleasure in tormenting her subs, pushing them to their limits and beyond. And the man on the floor was no exception.

She grabbed a pair of nipple clamps from a nearby table and attached them to the man’s nipples, causing him to cry out in pain. She then attached a chain to the clamps and pulled on it, causing the man to whimper and squirm in discomfort.

Wren’s eyes glinted with excitement as she watched the man’s reaction. She loved the power that came with dominance, the thrill of being in control. And she was determined to make the man on the floor pay for his weakness.

She reached down and ripped open the man’s pants, exposing his flaccid penis. She grabbed it roughly, sneering at its small size. “This is what a real man’s dick looks like,” she said, pulling out her own strap-on dildo.

She grabbed the man’s head and forced him to perform oral sex on her strap-on, his cries of protest muffled by the huge cock. Wren moaned with pleasure as she thrust deeper, her body responding to the sensation.

But Wren wasn’t satisfied with just that. She wanted more, she wanted to push the man to his limits.

She grabbed a flogger from the table and began to whip the man’s body, causing him to scream in pain. She didn’t care, she was too far gone, lost in the thrill of dominance and power.

Wren continued to torment the man for hours, pushing him to his limits and beyond. She used every tool at her disposal, from nipple clamps to genital clamps, from whips to paddles.

And when she was finished, when the man was a sobbing, trembling mess on the floor, Wren stood over him, her body covered in sweat and her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“You’re nothing but a weak-ass little bitch boy,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt. “And you never deserved my mercy.”

Wren turned and walked away, leaving the man on the floor, his body broken and his spirit crushed. She didn’t care, she had gotten what she wanted, the thrill of dominance and power.

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