A Submissive slut place is on her knees or bound for the Master. I am his to command, to bruise, to bleed. His piercing gaze saw through my façade, into the depths of my sick desires. I offered myself to him, a willing vessel for his kinky whims, aching to be dominated, to be broken and remade in his image.
And so he took me, claimed me as his own, his plaything to be used as he saw fit. At first, it was a pleasure, intense and overwhelming, as he explored every inch of my body, every crevice and cavity screaming for his touch. But as time passed, his needs grew darker, his desires more sadistic.
He wanted to see me bleed, to hear my sobs of pain. I was scared to bleed, but I knew my place and let him beat me black and blue. Mercilessly, he used his hands to pummel me and choke me. Tied me up and whipped me with his belt, and until the blood started dripping down my thigh. I am a lucky Submissive Whore to have a Master who will make me suffer so much.




