(I have seen something very similar to this prompt a long while ago and it recently inspired me, so I apologize to anyone who recognizes this prompt. I'd love to credit you, but several hours of searches turned up empty.)

Tightness. Thick leather straps that clung to my sweaty body held me in place. The eternally strained, burning muscles that strained against those straps. The swollen, sticky shaft that hung under my belly, constantly bumping against some soft spot of skin, some hardened leather that sent almost unbearable bouts of pleasure ripping up and down my body. My knees would bump and shift against the small platform below me, my arms and chest held in place, suspended by ropes above me. A bestial scream dies somewhere in my throat as the darkness behind my blindfold seems to shift for a moment. No, just a trick of the senses, an attempt to understand a different sensation despite being held in the same position for what may as well have been an eternity.

I could no longer understand, or comprehend what this all meant. Such faculties had been worn away over time. My inner thoughts used to drift towards music, writing, conversation. Now there was nothing but heat, rage, and that insufferable itch. Even pondering the itch for a moment madfe my hips shift forward, attempting to buck and gyrate to insatiate the neediness that had been implanted in my mind. I used to have a job, a purpose, a life. Now ... now I hang here, with only the occasional relief of a visitor. My new purpose.

The door to the room opens and closes, and I pause for a moment. I lift my head as best I can, trying to gauge who had entered, but the blindfold prevented me. The clicking of your shoes against the floor doesn't garner a reaction from me. The headphones over my ears ensure this. You circle me, and I can only now, just barely, tell you are there. The occasional wind from your legs as you circle me, inspecting me. I growl and groan, straining against the straps again, pulling the leather impossibly taut. Were you here to on a fanciful whim? To tease me and leave me unfulfilled, with no relief? Maybe this was some grand adventure for you. You would use me as an indulgence, so you could tell the tale of the merciless thrusting, the unending heat and mindless anger to those who found such stories just sordid enough to be intriguing.

That's when I catch something. A scent. Your perfume. A memory from what feels like a distant eternity. Some dormant corner in my mind flickers, as the last pieces of humanity within me remember. I push harder in an attempt to reach you, but the straps keep me in place. You remove the headphones, and the screaming of women in constant orgasm fades from my ears as the audio continues to play, loud enough to be heard clearly even as you set them on the floor. I stay hesitantly still. This was new. You remove my blindfold, and I wince at the brightness of the light. My eyes water instantly, and it takes a few moments before my vision clears. I look into your face, and almost instantly, a conflict rears in my mind. The new me, the one that would relentlessly penetrate you until exhaustion or tear you limb from limb, and the old me, the one that recognizes your eyes, your hair, your lips ... the one that remembers you.

Where we go next is up to you! I'd love to hash out more details before the actual roleplay though. Why have I been mentally been broken this way? Did I deserve it? Was it a sacrifice for either of us? Why have you come to see me now? Is this the height of your victory, or a visit to comfort the man I used to be?

Kinks (nothing is required); femdom/gentle femdom, watersports, bondage, mind-break, aftercare, rough sex

Limits: gore/snuff, futa, hyper-sized body parts, scat, zoo

Hope to hear from you!