Extreme bondage slave needs to be needs to be punished. I know how hard you’re going to be punished, and it gets me so worked up. I know you are the right person for the job, and that’s why I call you Master. I waste no time complying. I drop to the floor and crawl to the Master. Your strong hands fisted in my hair, yanking my head back hard. You spit in my face and make me apologize for being such a dirty little whore.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I mewled, tears pricking at my eyes. “I’m sorry for being a stupid cum toilet. But I beg for your cock like the cock-hungry slut I am.”
Satisfied with my contrition, you release me. “Up. Bend over the bar.” I did as I was told, presenting my ass to you. Your palm cracked against my cheeks, painting them red. “Count them out, whore.” One. Two. Three. Each spank shattered my composure a bit more. By the time Master reached ten, I was dripping, begging for more. “Turn around and untie my pants. I’m going to fuck this bratty mouth and throat until you’re gagging for it.”
Yes, I thought deliriously. Yes, use me, abuse me, ravage me. I’m yours to ruin. As you hauled me up, I knew this was just the beginning of a long, depraved night. A night of being split open on cock after cock, servicing the insatiable beasts that haunted the shadows. And I couldn’t fucking wait. For I am a Submissive slut addicted to the sweet sting of pain and the heady rush of being utterly used. I was a broken toy, and I couldn’t imagine existing as anything else.
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