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Branded Like A Bovine Bitch

Submissive Whore

My skin was searing faster than a fat slab of bacon on the griddle, not that there was much difference. My little submissive pussy was dripping out down my legs as Master pressed the brand into my skin one more time. I was a cow, not a heifer since I was a Mommy Whore, and the white hot metal brand being pressed into my skin on repeat said one thing: Slut. It’s what I was, what I was born to do. Sucking cock was second nature to me from such a young age that even now I could do it in my sleep. He pressed it into me again, and I screamed out with every ounce in my body, but there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop the pain.


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