I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. One moment, I was drifting off to sleep in a filthy dress, and the next, I found myself bound and gagged on the cold floor. My master’s rough hands left welts on my ass as he spanked me into submission, his foul words ringing in my ears. But there was something about the pain that turned me on. The more he hurt me, the more aroused I became. I squirmed under his touch, unable to resist as he finger-fucked me, demanding that I admit my perverse desires.
“Tell me you love it,” he growled, yanking my hair back and forcing himself deeper inside me. I moaned around the gag in my mouth, trying to please him. His cock pumped in and out of my pussy, filling me up with the taboo pleasure I’d always craved. As he reached his climax, he cursed at me once more, calling me a slut and a whore. But I didn’t care. The taste of his semen in my mouth was enough to send me over the edge. I came hard, screaming into the ball gag as he emptied himself inside me.
It was then that I realized – I loved being his toy. His dirty little slave girl who begged for punishment and humiliation. And as he untied me, leaving me sore and aching, I couldn’t wait for our next session of twisted phone sex and deviant fun.