THE SLUT REINSERTED THE SHOWER HOSE AND GAVE HERSELF ONE MORE EXTRA FLUSH OUT. She knew that if anything unpleasant was left inside her love cave it would probably end up in her mouth, and she was not into scat. While a cock or fist withdrawn from her hole and immediately stuffed into her mouth, was to her very nice, she did not like scat.
She looked at her image in the mirrors and said to herself " Enough of the self analysis ! You are a Slut! Bitch, Cum dump! Fuck Pig Whore! You love his treatment of you. He is going to fuck you, beat you and treat you like the fuck meat you are."
With that, she took hold of her nipples between fingers and thumbs. She squeezed them viciously . Stretching them forcefully and inflicting pain on herself. This is a common act of self abuse with many sluts, when they are about to present their flesh to their Master or Mistress for even more desired and extreme punishment.
She started to dress by fitting her ball splitter and cock ring. In her state of wanton lust for pain, she tightened the straps to their maximum restriction. This separated her testicles to look like two shining ping pong balls.
She grunted with delight and slapped her cock to and fro with the flat of her hand.
She fitted her posture collar and cuffs to her wrists and ankles. Her leather body belt and thigh straps were also at their tightest and most restrictive settings. With each addition to her bondage she became more and more agitated as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her bottom,... ready to take the paddle, cane, or whip, invited her narcissism to further inflict self abuse. She took a leather a belt and thrashed her own buttocks to a red glow.
Over her now tender bottom and tormented genitals she pulled on her lace panties. Her cock stretching out through the material. She followed this by her thigh boots. She then threaded a chain through her nipple rigs and the little ring at the end of her penis. She tensioned the chain with a weight, and pulled her cock out over the top of her panties. She knew that the slightest tug would inflict great pain. Never-the-less she could not resist the temptation to test it.
She watched herself in the mirror as her face twisted in agony as she tugged at the chain. This should please her Master!
She finished her make-up and slipped a little loose black dress over the bondage gear. She new he liked his presents wrapped ! He was going to make her very happy. T.B.C.
