I shook my head panicked, surely offering the company exactly what they wanted. Just how much had they paid you?! I mean, little bondage and muzzle gags were okay, I guess, but now I was facing the camera, wide eyed, on all fours and feeling your little finger lubricating my hole. This was not what I signed for when agreeing long time ago doing some naught, anonymous lewd streams for money!

And I had seen the material online. The special made Tamer strap-on, aptly named for turning men into obedient strap-on sluts was now somewhere wrapped to your hips, waiting to penetrate me. I had seen so many videos and pictures, where the man was made into mewling, groaning mess, spurting strings of precum to the bed while fucked silly with the Tamer. Straight men, strong men, dominant men. The company claimed superior design and extra, hidden features. I had no interest in that, I couldn't care less, and now I was wondering.

Would I turn into one of these men, feeling the silicone wonder poking my prostrate until my brains leaked out? Fighting, moaning and acting like whore in heat, before I arched my back for more of that stupid, perfect cock? Until I was tamed, balls emptied and posted to the company website with demeaning Tamed logo over my blushed, humiliated face?

"MMhhh!" I pulled the hand shackles, trying to plead at your direction. I don't want to, no, I don't!

"Shhhh. I know, sweetheart. I know. I promise, it feels amazing! And you get nice cut too! Now, smile to the camer-...Oh, I gagged you. Well, do your best!"

(First times. Dub-con. Sexual humiliation, sexual pleasure, sweet and evil femdom, whatever is your take. Come and play!)