Slave training makes me hang from your wall for hours

Slave trainingMy extreme Slave training is every month. It’s kinda like reprogramming for broken cocksleeves like me. Before I even get to sample that thick, mean cock of my Master’s, I’ve already endured hours of agonizing suspension.

My skin’s on fire from the rough ropes, and my muscles are screaming for mercy, but of course, I get none of that. Not. A. Drop. No, sir. While I dangle there, like a marionette with snapped strings, He whips me into shape – literally.

They take turns flailing cruel lashes across my back and ass, forcing me to cry and beg for more. More pain, more abuse, more degradation. That’s what I need to be molded into the perfect, obedient slave.

He demands everything from me, and I give it to him.

Total, unadulterated submission. After the beating he makes me crawl, he makes me worship his dick with my mouth, and then he makes me cum on his powerful cock like the needy Bondage whore I am.

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