She leaned back on the floor, running her tongue along her lips, just the way she’d been taught, and
She leaned back on the floor, running her tongue along her lips, just the way she’d been taught, and waited in apprehension for this final humiliation to close out the night. In seconds he would mark her as his, as if that was necessary at all. As if he hadn’t already scrawled his signature across her chest when he picked out her outfit for today’s “playtime.” She was soaked in sweat and her chest heaved from exhaustion but she dared not close her eyes, she already ached all over from his merciless “lovemaking” and the last thing she wanted was to earn a punishment this close to being finished. She thought about how much she hated this pathetic existence while she bounced eagerly for what was coming like a good girl. Her head pounded with rage at his expectations of constant bubbly enthusiasm while she moaned in anticipation like a proper whore. She was fed up with having to live in fear of chastisement as if she was just a chi– she flinched. Suddenly, all she could feel was radiant heat wetly clinging to her face, and the shame that came with it, as she was reduced to nothing but a cum-rag for the thousandth time. -- source link