I represent you now, Mr. Jefferson. I control you. Decide your actions. Decide your daily. And decide what happens to your cock. You’ve been a very bad boy, and I’ve been assigned to you to keep you in check. A nasty terrible ruin, perhaps? What was that? I can’t hear you behind all that muffled crying. A tight head wrap ensures he won’t see anything while I force him to cum all over himself. Hot chair suspension rigging too. 😉