THE SLUT STRUGGLED TO CALL OUT IT'S MASTER'S NAME BUT THE STILL PUMPING COCK OUZED EVEN MORE CUM AND IT COULD DO NOTHING BUT CONCENTRATE ON NOT CHOKING !
The cock stayed and throbbed in the sluts throat until all passion subsided.
It slipped out, and for a split second the sluts mouth was free and about to call it's Masters name. But a penile gag was stuffed home and silenced any sensible communication. To make matters worse headphones were placed over its ears drowning out all sound except for the recorded sound of rushing water that blasted from the headphones. Also when the hood was dropped over its head, all went black and total disorientation set in.
It could only feel. It felt heavy weights attached to its balls. It felt its legs kicked apart and the leg stretcher fitted to its ankles. It felt the searing pain of the whip as it struck its buttocks. Six , seven , eight, cuts before it felt no more. The whipping had not stopped .... just that the slut could not feel it's buttocks any more. T.B.C.
