Submissive slut stands before my Master, naked and trembling. It’s been at least 8 hours that I have been naked. Slaves are not allowed to wear clothes. But it’s cold dangling from these chains. Hanging here makes me realize how important it is for me to be an obedient slut. The weight of the corporate world comes to a grinding halt when I serve as a bondage slave.
He begins the slow, deliberate process of restraint, winding ropes around my limbs, cinching them tight until the circulation is cut off and my flesh swells a livid purple. I gasp as he buckles on a heavy leather gag, forcing my jaw wide in a perpetual scream of silent ecstasy. Drool dribbles down my chin as he secures my bonds to the center pole, leaving me a helpless, suspended object for his depravity.
The first lash of the flogger cracks the air, and the gag swallows my howl. Again and again, he rains down blows across my back and ass, each kiss of the stinging leather stoking the fire in my core to an exquisite blaze. My body dances from the chains, jerking in a jerky rhythm as the pain rises to a crescendo, pushing me to the edge of oblivion.
I am nothing but a receptacle, a tool for his gratification. My world narrows to the searing stretch of his cock, cleaving my cunt, the stinging lashes of his hands, the blazing ecstasy of utter submission. At this moment, all the burdens and pretenses fall away, and I am unapologetically, ecstatically myself.
His climax is explosively violent, flooding my spasming channel with jets of hot seed. He collapses against me, still buried to the hilt, his weight and heat enveloping me like a cocoon. In the midst of my pain, I have never felt more complete, more myself, more of a Submissive Whore. I am reborn in the crucible of suffering and submission, a true slave, surrendered to my darkest desires.
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