The sting of the flogger across my skin made me scream out again like the submissive pain slut I am. Master was really wailing on me, welting my porcelain thighs and my poor, tortured pussy lips. Speaking of pussy, mine was soaked. Even though my lips begged Master to please, please stop hurting me so badly, my cunt was telling him exactly how much I truly enjoyed what he was doing to me. The answer; a fucking lot. Nothing gets me going like a little forced, violent sadistic masochism.
I love to be hurt; whip me, flog me, beat me, slap me, bite me, scratch me, fist me. I can handle whatever cruel activity you throw at me. Master knew this, and he kept biting into my poor little hide. “Please, please no more Master!” I was screaming, but it wasn’t going to do me any good. The look in his eyes told me he intended to use me until he grew bored of my pathetic whimpers.
Knowing I was completely at his mercy in itself was nearly enough to make me cum hard enough to make myself pass out. I needed my juicy pussy used, but I could tell Master only had eyes for my tight anal fuck hole. I was going to be his torture dolly tonight.
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