My Master brought a friend to play with me, of course I didn’t know any of this. I was still chained up in a big doggie kennel where he left me for 2 whole days, sitting in a puddle of my own piss. Good thing he hadn’t fed me in 5 days or I may have had a shit pile to deal with in a cage with no wiggle room. My master let me out by yanking on my leash, dragging me to the surgical table and strapping me in. He tells me to listen to Willow, then goes to his recliner in the corner to watch the fun.
Willow, from snuffphonesex.com, saunters up to me with a smile on her face that sends bolts of legitimate fear down my spine. This is no run of the mill Domme, I sincerely believe that I may die today. She starts out slow, telling me what a good little slut I am, running her hands up and down my bruised flesh. Immediately my nipples harden under her touch, she doesn’t like that. She reaches up and spanks my breast as hard as she can, I’ve had paddles hit me that hard, what the hell does she practice on?!!
Smack after agonizing smack with no breaks in between and I’m already sobbing. She takes her nails and scratches down my chest, drawing blood. She claws again and again, till the blood runs free down my sides. Then she climbs up on top of me and hikes up her skirt, adjusting her leather thong and lets loose a thick stream of hot piss, salty as fuck because it stung and burned. I’m screaming now, but in pleasure.
She smacks me on the face so hard that my ears ring. “Didi I tell you that you could enjoy this, you stupid, worthless, filthy whore?!! She grabs my hair and slams my head backwards, now I’m dizzy. Willow takes out a knife and carves the words into my flesh, “Just so you won’t forget them.”
Stupid, Idiot, Worthless, Ugly, Bitch, Cunt, all cut deep enough to draw blood and she hops off the table and picks up a cat o nine tails whip and starts flogging my pussy until I thrash around, desperately trying not to moan or scream. She picks up a wicked looking ridged dildo and thrusts it deep inside my pussy without warning. I can tell that I’m torn already, and the pace she set isn’t doing me any favors.
It feels like hours before she stops, I can’t take anymore. I woke up on the wrong side of the kennel and fucked with the wrong bitch today.
Master loves the smell of leather. Sweaty, old, used leather. He loves to put the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and leave me in them for days. Then they have that certain smell that drives him wild. He takes them off and inhales the scent and i watch as his dick gets hard instantly. He rubs the smelly leather on my body covering me in the special smell that he loves so much. Then he grabs me and throws me to the floor taking me, owning me, shoving his cock into me so hard and rough that it feels like he is ripping my pussy opened. I try not to let it show that I love his abuse. But my pussy always gives me away and serves to inflame his rage to the breaking point. It is a strange fetish I know but it is also very erotic.
