I knew after being here for days and you kept bringing in more women, tied and bound, that you were a serial kidnapper. You’d come in and force fuck us. You’d use your fingers and your mouth, and your cock, whenever and however you wanted to. We were all terrified. You’d slap us around and tear into our cunts and assholes relentlessly until we were sore and throbbing. Then you’d force us to fuck each other’s holes. You’d make us eat each other out at gunpoint. We would cry and cry and plead for you to stop, but that just made you more aroused. When you weren’t using your victims, you had us dressed in nylons. We were covered in bruises from the ropes cutting into our skin. How long are you going to force us to be your submissive whores?
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Strip club
Master took me on a little outing to the strip club last weekend. It was a fetish strip club where most of the dancers were wearing collars and leather and some were being whipped by Domme strippers while the men watched. He put me in a micro mini skirt, a choker, and a mesh crop top with black X shaped pasties over my nipples. On my back he had written, “Touch Me” and “Grab me” in black marker. I was barely dressed any differently than the strippers. Men tried shoving dollar bills into my skirt or waving cash at me and begging for a special “dance” in the champagne room. They grabbed my tits and smacked and fondled my ass. Master beckoned over a stripper and paid her to give him a lap dance. I watched at first and then he told me to join her. We danced for him and got his cock nice and hard. He passed her a leather flogger and instructed her to spank my ass with it. She gave me five hard smacks across my ass, leaving big red imprints. He gave her a wad of cash and she led us both into a private room. He took off his pants and she and I got on our knees and began to suck his cock. While I sucked him off she spanked my ass harder and harder. I moaned around his cock with every blow she delivered. Right as I was reaching my pain limit, he blew his load into my mouth.
Marked
My dad and brothers were getting real tired of me being a whore and letting other men use my fuck holes without their permission. My pussy, ass, and mouth belong to them. Other men can only use my holes if they allow it, but I had been a bad little whore and fucked lots of guys without their knowledge. They decided they needed to teach me a lesson and also make sure anyone who fucks me in the future knows just who I really belong to. They tied me up and pretended like they were going to flog and spank me. My pussy was even getting a little wet at the sight of the toys they were going to use on me, but it was call a trap. Once they had me tied down and unable to fight back, they brought out a tattoo gun and put their mark on me. Right about my pussy on my delicate mons, they tattooed “Property of the Smith Sons.” Now no other man would be able to fuck me without know I was a taken woman, and then they would know exactly whose whore they were defiling. I’m theirs forever now, in ink and blood.