My pussy was dripping all over his knee, but Master kept me sitting in my place. His strong hand was gripping my chin as my lip tried not to tremble. āRepeat what I said to you again.ā He ordered, roughly twisting one of my nipples. I cried out and felt his cock twitch against my leg, helpless to him and his desires. āMaster, you told this slave that you love me very much.ā
āAnd?ā He growled at me. āAnd that I have brought you years of pleasure with my tight, dripping little cunt.ā āAnd!?ā Master asked, growing very agitated with me. I was having trouble focusing with the way my slit was leaking. Fuck I needed a plumber, and not just the Mr. Fix It kind. āAnd, Master, you said that even though Iāve been the best fuck toy and torture dolly that youāve ever had, you need to sell me.ā
āThatās right, princess. And why am I selling your slutty little body?ā I was whining now, so close to cumming it was insane. I loved our hot, Dommy sessions like this. āYouāre selling me, Master, because you lost me in a poker game, and just donāt want to buy me back.ā āThatās right, whore.ā He smirked as he backhanded me. Master loved to remind me I was just pussy property.























