What if this was my life? Kept, confined, restrained. Punished, defiled, degraded. All day, all night. What if his brutal slaps were our only point of contact? What if his piss was my only source of sustenance…and intimacy.
First time poster. Woo, I don't have many places I can share my art as my ability to paint nipples is too powerful for social media algorithms to understand. I get banned all the time