MASTER
“What a slutty bitch! Needs to be well-trained.”
You are ordered to undress your entire body and part your two delicate, lustful lips with both hands and show them to me.
“Please, no!”
A hard slap to the face.
“Beg who?” I grabbed you by the hair and “POW, POW!” Two more slaps. Your cheeks were immediately red and swollen.
You suddenly remember the rules of being a sex slave – you must address me as “master” and yourself as “your slave” or “bitch. “
You plead, “Please, Master, spare the lowly bitch!”
“No, it must be punished until you pass out!”
You are ordered to put your hands behind your back and hold them with your fingers crossed over each other. I walk up to your back and forcefully wrench your elbows together behind your back, completely ignoring your wails of pain. Tie your elbows together with twine. This way your breasts stand out.
My extensive SM. experience tells me that this type of bondage can cause a great deal of pain to the slave.
“Get on your knees!” I yell as I admire the contortion of your face from the pain.
“Yes!” Due to the lesson you just learned, you don’t dare to resist in the slightest. Bringing thin nylon thread, you tie your two big toes firmly together. Then use the twine to tie both ankles and the roots of your thighs, with the rope sinking deep into the flesh of your big buttocks. In this way your lower body is completely lost.
You are ordered to bend over and lick my toes. Bending over becomes difficult due to the binding of your lower body.
“Dirty bitches are only worthy of licking their master’s toes!”
I stomp on your head and order you to stick out your tongue and lick the crack of your toes.
“Please, Master. No!” Just as you let out a plea for mercy, your back is whipped with a ruler made of bamboo. Grabbing your hands tied behind your back, you are violently lifted upwards and continue to whip despite your miserable howls. You completely lose your mind under the brutal whipping, twisting your body in an attempt to avoid it while crying hysterically for mercy.
The whip marks on his back and spine faded to a purple color after fifty strokes, and tears and saliva flowed from his eyes. The whipping continued unabated for thirty more strokes.
“You dirty bitch, soiling my floor! Lick it clean!” You wriggle in agony and move a little, bending over in humiliation to lick down your own filth.
Moving your body actually reveals that the original place between your legs is dripping with lewdness. “What are you?”
The experienced me is also stunned by your lustful masochistic physique.
“I am a lowly bitch, please punish me severely. Use torture on the bitch! It doesn’t matter if you punish until you pass out.”
You feel your sex organ contracting violently. Though still whimpering with the pain of the spanking, the lower body sends a message to the brain demanding masochism.
I know that with less training you could be the best sex slave ever, and am secretly happy that you have the physique you do.
“A slutty thing like you is unforgivable. But seeing as you’re the new bitch, I’ll let you pick your punishment.”
From the wooden cabinet on the side of the wide basement, he pulls out some pictures and throws them in front of you.
“You have one hour to pick.” I said.
Walk out of the basement, leaving you inside on your bare knees.
This hour will be the longest hour of your life.
SLAVER
Master put my hands behind my back and forcefully wrenched my elbows together behind my back and tied my elbows with twine. My shoulders felt electric pain, I moaned a few times, my master ignored it, my breasts stood up in front of my master, my master tied my hands together with the twine, tugged hard through the beams of the room, and hung me up backwards.
The master said, “Bitch, I’m going to start torturing you now, I’m going to run a long needle through your breasts and electrify the needle.”
I begged under my breath: “Don’t …………..” , but in my heart I was looking forward to this moment.
The master turned into the torture room, took out a long needle of 40CM long and 0.5CM in diameter, moved out a carbon stove, which was already burning red, and the master inserted the long needle completely into the stove, and after a while, the long needle became reddish, and the master drew out the long needle and shook it in front of my face, with a trace of an inscrutable smile on his lips.
I winced in my mind for a moment, thinking that it would hurt and hurt, and my master didn’t have time to let me think about it in detail and had already inserted the needle through my left breast.
“Squeak …………” I howled, but with a rag stuffed in my mouth, I couldn’t make a sound, and could only grunt out of my nose.
In a few seconds the needle had passed through my right breast, and the reddish needle began to turn black, but the fat of my breast was still being roasted by the needle, “squeaking…”, and the air emitted a smell of roasted meat paste.
Somehow, this was rather less painful than when I first penetrated, and my lower parts wore an electric thrill, my pussy soaking wet ….. I gradually had to get disoriented.
The master brought up a dish of cold water and poured it over his head: “Bitch, not dead, what are you pretending!”
I was suddenly sobered by the cold water and nodded my head straight at my master, who raised the whip and brought it down over my head, I tried to dodge but couldn’t, my naked body swaying in the air.
When the master saw it, the lower part of his penis sprang up ……