“We stopped looking for monsters under our bed when we realized that they were inside us.” Mistress read aloud to the female bondage class. She was sharing some wisdom from Charles Darwin himself that we were bred to be submissive little whores just like our mothers, and their Mommies before them. We were raised to be fucked by our Daddies and our Uncles, by any of the men in our neighborhood who wanted to use us. Free property with slutty fuck holes dripping from cum was my permanent state of being.
Mistress came and yanked me by collar – I had fallen into my nasty fucking fantasies again. She slapped me hard across the face and told me to shut my little whore mouth. “You’re a slave, you should remember your place! It’s survival of the fittest if you want to be a true female bondage service whore. What were you daydreaming about, Slave Erin?” She snapped, slapping me again and making one hell of an example out of me. I was dragged by my hair to the center of the room and forced to kneel upon a big wooden chest – one similar to those brought back from Darwin‘s expedition. She snatched me by my chain, and I bared my tits to her.
“Everyone pay attention to the little pain slut who’s so eager to have a fantasy in class. Tell us what you were thinking about, fucking whore!” She screamed into my face and pinched my nipple. I cried out, not wanting to admit what it was I was thinking about. “I was thinking about being a little girl and the way I was used, Mistress!” I cried out, and she twisted my nipple and snapped at me. “What about that, little bitch?” “About those rape fantasies they acted out on my tiny little girl pussy! Getting a cum filled cunt ever day before I gave myself over into female bondage, Mistress!”
“Do you miss cock?” She asked cruelly as she began to restrain me in the center. “I do mistress!” I admitted, crying and sobbing. She laughed so mean, slapping me again and made one of the other slaves help her into her strap on. I was going to get my ass gaped out tonight, and I was going to learn to like it. Her strap on was fourteen inches long, and monster can thick. “I got a cock for you, little bitch.”
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