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By *attBDSM OP Man
2 weeks ago
East Lancs |
“Getting a little excited, are we, you cock-sucking slut?”
said Master, his eyes moving from the flogger to my hardening shaft.
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
“It certainly makes an easy target for my attention, bitch.”
With that, he administered two swift strokes, seemingly with all his strength, to my throbbing member.
I let out an intense, almost animalistic scream from some dark place deep within me—a place I had never known existed until now. The pain was indescribable, totally unexpected in its intensity. I no longer had a throbbing cock between my legs, only an inescapable, stinging mass of all-consuming agony.
“Scream all you want, bitch. There’s no one to hear you now. This is the countryside you’re in. We live by our own ancient laws up here, boy…”
Through my watering eyes, I could make out a bulge growing in my tormentor’s jeans. My Master had grown distinctly hard from the screams of his tethered slaxve. Just two strokes of the flogger had reduced my world to a sea of pain, and I had only been in this dungeon for ten minutes. What on earth would the next hour bring?
“Nice bubble butt, bitch,”
Master said with pleasure as he took a large black rubber glove from the leather bag. But this was no ordinary glove—each digit boasted a differently shaped and sized mini dildo.
“Please, Master,” I said. “My hole is actually virgin and incredibly tight.”
“Then we need to work on it for some time, don’t we, boy?”
My mouth was dry and all I could do was croak,
“Yes, Master.”
Master liberally coated the hideous glove with baby oil and, administering some force, finally managed to insert the first—and smallest—dildo into my tight, smooth orifice. Again, I screamed.
“Good boy! Just another four to go,” he snarled, letting out another cruel laugh.
This was something on a whole new level for me. And he was only just getting started.
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