No matter how mean or cruel I am to you, you keep crawling back to me. I guess you just can’t help but be the slut you were born to be. You used to take pride in being so manly. I remember you used to have to go to the gym every day. But that’s all changed now. I own your ass. Quite literally, isn’t that right? Maybe you keep crawling back because I have a nice toy chest filled with big dildos and butt plugs…or maybe it’s the fact that I have an unlimited supply of real man with nice cocks who love to take out their frustrations on you. That’s really all you are, is just a fuck doll used after a hard day at work.
The first time you took a cock it took you hours to get ready. You wanted to look perfect for your Master for the weekend. It was the start of me renting out your ass every week. Guys paid good money for your ass to, but of course you will never see any of those profits, even if it was your ass that made them. I guess you are useful for something after all. I still remember the face you made when you saw the man hand me a big wad of cash. You looked so fucking pathetic down on your knees with the collar attached to your leash, just looking up at me, begging with your eyes like a lost puppy. Now I think you really look forward to the weekends. You never know what your weekend Master will have in store for you. Sometimes you get a nice Master who only makes you clean their ass with quick ass slapping. But this weekend you are in store for a very hard weekend. This guy even paid extra. You can’t even imagine what he is going to do to your pathetic bitch ass.
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