Extreme bondage slave trembles as the Master’s piercing gaze rakes over my spread-eagled form. The cruel leather cuffs and the rope that spreads me apart are biting into my tender flesh.
My legs are wide open in a lewd display.
My breath catches in my throat as he strides closer, his massive cock already swelling with a hunger that brooks no refusal.
I’ve been a real bad girl and stupid girl, and he intends to make me pay in the most degrading ways possible.
How I got here flashes through my mind like a caravan of shame. The moment my lips wrapped around a friend’s husband’s throbbing shaft without permission, I was doomed.
I tried to tell this guy I needed to ask my Master, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. My friend’s husband knows what a submissive slut I am and didn’t care what I said.
Of course, while this guy is fucking my throat, who enters the room? Of course, my Master. Now, I pay the price for my wantonness, helpless as he steps between my open thighs, his heavy balls slapping against my exposed pussy with a sickening smirk.
“Filthy dumb slut,” he growls, his hot breath fanning my face. ” Did you think you would get away with that?” Slaps my pussy as hard as he can. “You know the rules – no touching without my consent. But here you are, drooling over another man’s cock like the dirty cock-whore you are.” Another slap, but this time he uses his belt. My clit stung, and I could feel the heat rising from the pain.
His words cut deep, but those slaps to my pussy cut even deeper. He knows how much I hate getting spanked by the belt. It was something I had to endure when I was younger, and he loves to use it against me.
He is so brutal about it, too. I guess I deserve it, though. After he beats my pussy with the belt, his dick is going to beat it even more.
He is going to fuck my cunt so hard I won’t be able to walk or do anything because it is so swollen.
Master’s thrusts his cock into me, probing my defenses, and ripping me apart with his powerful cock. I whimper softly, my body arching up in a futile attempt to escape the impending invasion, but it’s a fruitless effort.
I scream, and the pain ignites a wildfire in my veins, my inner walls clamping down around him like a vice as he sets a merciless pace, pounding into me with a ferocity that threatens to shatter my very bones. “Take it, you stupid Bondage whore, you’re lucky I don’t fuck you to death!” I took it, and I was very grateful to Master that I could serve his cock another day!
