I love being a submissive slut. I did not always like it and I do not always still love it, but I am not good at much else. I know I am spoiled. I have a much older master who is well past his prime years for abusing me. He has provided financially very well for me over the years, better than most owned bitches ever get. With a GED and no real work experience, I could not afford to live in California if it was not for my master. I own my own home. I have a nice car. And I have money in the bank and health insurance. All things I would not otherwise have if I had not met my master when I did. A chance encounter changed my life. He did something recently, that he has never done. He willingly offered me up to a client to sweeten the deal to represent him. He has shared me after a big case or loaned me to a cohort, but this was bribery. The man is a big tech god that needs some estate planning. My master has a much smaller firm than most of the outfits this guy was considering. Master does his research on all clients and potential clients. He found out this guy loves BDSM clubs and has a dungeon room in his mansion. I will do whatever master tells me because I am a well-trained submissive whore, but I do not always like it. Master landed his big client and promised me a large bonus for my effort. The client hung me upside down in his dungeon for almost 24 hours. The blood flow to the head is disorienting and makes you sick. I thought I might drown in my own vomit. That sort of pain was nothing compared to the beating I took. He whipped flesh off my back and fisted my ass with a ring on every finger. I have not been violently fucked and tortured like that in ions. I know my master will take care of me, but if I must service this rich tech god again, I may not survive to see my payday.
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I would treat you much better, whore.
im going to use you up so well