Submissive sex is what I am good for, nothing else. That is what he kept telling me. There was no way I would have disagreed. He had me tied up and he was whipping me, with special attention paid to my tits and pussy. He was in a mood. Not sure what happened, but I didn’t want to make it worse. He was whipping the flesh off my tits; at least that is what it felt like. At one point, he thought I was enjoying it. I am a pain slut, but not that huge of one. He started whipping me harder. I cried. That was his goal. He wanted to feel my pain. He wanted to break me. He wanted to leave a mark. He did all that and more. I had to work the rest of the day naked. My tits were swollen, pink and raw. Blood was running down my entire body. I tried to sit at my desk like a good slave answering the phone and typing up briefs, but I was in pain and bleeding. I am a good submissive whore. I sucked it up and made sure I didn’t get blood on anything he had me type.