Risque With My Riding Crop

BDSM Phone SexI’ve already been bound to the bed for six hours. Master snatched me right up from the office, and took me directly to his dungeon. He said I’d been being too bold in public, and he was going to teach me a lesson. Well, that lesson involved getting chained down and whipped within an inch of my life with his horse riding crop. The bruises have blossomed on every patch of pale skin, and my cunt is just wetter and wetter. I need this pain, I beg for in in my mind. Today, fantasy is a reality. Every time he offers a new red hot spot of pain across my smooth skin, my pussy clenches and i thank him aloud. A whore always needs to know her place.



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