Being owned isn’t a new concept; being owned by another submissive is! When Master handed my leash over to one of the other sluts in his subby harem, my heart just about dropped. She got this sick little smile on her face, like she’d specifically asked to play with me. Master did always say I had the sweetest pussy he’d ever had the delight of devouring; I’m a big slut for getting my cunt eaten out.
My little clitty is so sensitive I can hardly stand it, and this little slut was known for her oral skills. I was running down my own legs while she led me to the play room. Master trailed behind us, a smug look on his face. “See if you don’t fucking learn, Erin.” He cooed, laughing sinisterly. I knew I was about to endure Hell. The next several hours of my life are both a timeless blur and a mess that dragged on forever. I thought i was dying and yet living every second. That sadistic little slut really showed what a switch she could be.
She edged me, flogged me, branded me, sliced me, and beat me with a fucking base ball bat exactly how I deserved. Master asked me if I learned my lesson. When I’d said yes, he laughed. “Another night of this, then. You’ve learned, but I’m going to ensure you remember.
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