Wild Confession

I woke up to the sound of the delivery bell at 6:12 a.m. and the feeling of her throat already convulsing around my morning wood. She had learned fast — sometime in the night she had wriggled down the bed as far as the short collar chain would allow,

I woke up hard and angry inside her cunt. The inflatable plug I’d locked in her ass last night was pumped to its absolute maximum — I had added three more pumps right before sleep just to hear her silent sob into the pillow. All night she had whimpered in

I woke before dawn with my cock already buried balls-deep in her throat. She had slept exactly as ordered: wrists cuffed to her collar in permanent prayer position, body spooned against mine, collar chain locked short to the headboard so she couldn’t move more than a few inches. All

I’m 28, hustling through the chaos of Bengaluru as the founder of this little edtech startup that’s got me glued to my laptop from dawn till the auto-rickshaws start honking outside my HSR apartment at midnight. Life’s a blur of investor calls, buggy code, and filter coffee