Master can be a sadistic son of a bitch. He tied me to a upside down grocery cart on my stomach. By my wrists and ankles with rope. I always hate this position. The grocery cart metal digs into my skin. When Master sticks his cock in one of my holes. And jerks my body forward on the cart. It fucking hurts like hell. And Master knows that and thrives on my pain. The worst of this has not even come yet. After Master shoots his first load into one of my holes that really are his holes. Then this is when he usually likes to whip me with a belt, chain, or bullwhip. Really anything at his disposal I have been whipped with. Master makes me count each stroke against my body. If I cry or scream out in pain. I have to start from number one again and the strokes against my flesh get harder and more severe. The strokes are usually no less the 20 at least at each time. When my skin is red and torn open. Master will grab something to pour into my open wounds. Like salt or vinegar. Ohh that burns so much. I would beg him not to do such a thing to me. But I am not allowed. I may only beg for more cock, more beatings, more pain. Master pleasure is all that matters. I am his property. To think for myself or to disobey Master in any way is severely punished. I try not to get to this point with him. After Master pours salt or vinegar into my open wounds. He will fuck one of my holes again. Then of course whip me again. This pattern will repeat over and over for hours. Until he is done. That is usually when I get thrown into my cage. Until the next time Master needs a hole, a piece of furniture, a toilet, or anything else Master needs or wants from his property. But this is what I live for. I live for Master. I am Masters Submissive slut property.
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