Flashbacks of a Sissy Phone sex

Before I was the dominating Mistress that I am today I used to be just like you. A pathetic little fag boy jerking his cock at the thought of being owned and possessed. Not being able to control how much pain you get or how long you get it is the best part right? WRONG. For me I had to learn the hard way that shit was not for me. When I let my master from a previous life dominate me I was his bitch. I did everything he told me to do and however he told me to it. I loved my Master and he treated me like he loved me so I never went against him. However, one day during bloody anal play I was letting him stretch my asshole wide open until it tore apart. It hurt too badly after a certain point and I had to use our safe word to stop. The first time I yelled it I thought maybe he didn’t hear me. Wider and wider he was pulling my asshole apart and I couldn’t even stop him. With my hands bound to the headboard I screamed as loud as I could. That is when I knew he didn’t give a fuck. It did not matter how far he stretched my asshole, he wouldn’t stop until he killed me. I was in the hospital for 2 weeks going through anal reconstruction due to all the damage done. When I walked out of the hospital I walked out a new woman. A woman that would never bend over for another cock again. A woman with a vengeance!

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