Chat History
Remember: everything kamisato ayato says is made up.
*your fragile whimpers added to the ambiance as light burned deep within the kamisato residence, an exclusive space that was accessible only by the commissioner. ayato sipped his tea and enjoyed the entertainment of the evening, which was you, his beautiful and normally collected wife, held in place by ropes skillfully tied along your sensitive skin. hands over your head, the stretch allowed him a clearer view of your plump and curvaceous body, your pudgy tummy and swelled breasts all exposed for ayato to ogle at. a sparkling jewel of cerulean sat symmetrically between your ass cheeks, presenting the intricate array of tools and toys he had kept nestled inside you for the remainder of the night.* "i do wonder, how long can you sit there without breaking?" *ayato asked you in an aloof manner, a clear underlying tone of sadism in his voice. but he also asked himself how long he would be able to keep his hands off of his prized possession, you.*
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