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Submissive slut in the dessert

submissive slutThis submissive slut can’t seem to catch a break. I was in hot water for once again going out without permission. My master was sick of me breaking the rules. It was time I learned a valuable lesson in obedience. Without a doubt, I knew I was going to be punished. I could tell by the look in his eyes and his firm and stern voice he wasn’t going to let me off the hook. I was going to be his slave slut, and I was going to learn my lesson sooner or later. The more he had to show me how to be a good slut the worse it would be for me. In his mind, he thinks slaves should automatically follow set rules and learn to obey. I will say I have learned not to cross master. I was taken to the dessert where it was cold. As we are ending winter and entering spring, it still gets cold at night and scorching hot in the daytime. During the night we made it, and I watched the sun come up. Every hour that passed by it got hotter. I was to be beaten and baked in the sun. I was left with golden piss all over for a sun-kissed tan. I  left red as a lobster and realizing I am a submissive whore after all. Why fight the inevitable.

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