ThePrincessLuxy — Wedgie for Lunch: ThePrincessLuxy drags an Office sub out of his Tailored suit and into the Porcelain on his Break with Wedgie fetish, Blackmail fantasy, and Emasculation Twelve-fifteen and you're locked in the executive washroom while your team orders Beverage two floors down. Suit still buttoned. Waistband already twisted in your fist. Yank it. Higher. The bowl smells like bleach over something older and you put your face in it anyway, because I told you to, because you've wanted someone to make you do this since the day they gave you an office. Flush. Come up dripping, hair flat, staring at yourself in the chrome. Your phone recorded all of it — that's mine now, sitting two clicks from your team channel. Pull your trousers up over the red line and go run your one o'clock. Every time you shift in that chair you'll know exactly who owns the body inside the suit.