The Porn Factory

At a long wooden table littered with laptops and notepads, I look down at five of my slaves. They work furiously and completely dedicated to the given assignment. These workers have been carefully selected because of their excessively perverse yet creative character.

The heavy chains between wrists, ankles and collars rattle under their zeal. Finally their much too horny male brain is useful. Who would have ever thought that? Over the past twenty years I have used my slaves in endless ways for my convenience and entertainment. However, their perverse thoughts have never proven to be of any use. I am cautiously optimistic that this will change soon.

My slaves work tirelessly to fulfill my desire for written kink porn. Their fantasies, their experiences. Viewed and experienced from their thoughts, feelings, desires, fears, hopes and despair.

Written porn is limitless. The versatility among kinky-minded readers does not benefit from a brake on fantasy. Certainly not my own.

Here they are. Certainly not under the most ideal circumstances, because obtaining the most fascinating inspiration does not come automatically. What happens to focus or imagination when I push their horny brain to the next level with some pain and discomfort here and there? Can they deliver the quality I demand, with a stiff cock? Or while undergoing torture? Will it get better or worse? Dirtier? More explicit?

What does it take to rip open the deepest recesses of their brain and soul to pull out the most shameful, horniest, perverted desires? I have too many ideas about the right moves to keep them motivated and inspired during their role in this porn factory.
The question remains whether this slave team has what it takes to use text alone to increase my sexual energy to such an extent that I spontaneously slide off the table...