The next bondage art had chains appearing once again, you remembered now the last time chains were involved. Expecting the pain from before, but there was a different sort of pain this time. Suddenly you were remembering things you regret. You were seeing visions of times you were humiliated or embarrassed. To add to it all you suddenly can see very clearly how you are being humiliated now. How you've been bent to the will of some boy. Yet your dick is hard as a rock and smaller chains have wrapped around it tightly biting into the skin. Yet you're cumming some more, you're pumping rope after rope after rope. When did you begin to produce this much? You can't imagine how you are still cumming and somehow haven't run out. You can see the puddle forming before you and the lake from when you were wearing the bondage art before. You can see Aether too and how he's smiling. You look like a bitch the way you're chained up and your dick is chained up. You can feel the shame and that just gets you off more, the more it gets you off the shame the more it turns you on. You can feel how the magic is perverting your memories. All those moments of regret and shame becoming more and more erotic in your mind. This is just wearing your inhibitions down further and they were already getting pretty low. You pant and drool as you keep cumming, looking at the young man more and more lustily. You can feel the chains beginning to pull back, it wasn't very long like with the chains from before you were soon free of them, but the damage was already done. Your dick was still hard and you were already starting to wank on it as you pant and drool at Story. Your nipples were both already massive hard pricks and you were yanking one with the hand that wasn't on your main dick. You groan out at Storyteller almost begging for his hole or his mouth, either one you didn't care. You just wanted to cum inside him, want to cum inside him so bad.
He was already working on casting the next bondage art.