Submissive phone sex whores never say no, so when John told me he was going to ruin my ass, I got on all fours and wiggled my ass in front of him waiting for the fun to begin. He spanked me first. That might not be the accurate word. He beat my ass raw with his leather belt. The belt buckle tore my flesh. I felt more than a sting. I felt blood trickle down my thighs. I am a pain slut, but the reality is there is such a thing as too much pain. I cannot cum when pain passes over a certain level. I doubt any one can cum when lashes are being cut into their ass. But he didn’t want me to cum. He said a worthless whore like me doesn’t deserve to cum. Do you agree?
That was foreplay to John. Making my ass look like raw hamburger meat turned him on. He likes to ugly up a pretty whore. He says it is the best way to break a bitch. Take away her looks and she is empty. I am about as submissive as they come. No need to break me. I was broke a long time ago. But men still like to think they have broken me further. Maybe it is possible to get further down that rabbit hole? John was certainly going to try. He pissed on my face, then pissed in my open wounds. Felt like I was literally on fire. I guess that was the sensation he wanted. I cried. Actually, I sobbed, which made his dick wet with pre cum. He skull fucked me as I sobbed on his cock from the pain. When he came in my mouth, I thought he was done. “Whore, this is just the beginning,” he said with an evil grin. Any sense of relief was gone in an instant.