"Oohh! That hurts!" The bitch lied."Oohh! That hurts!" The bitch lied. Her cunt was wet to the max already and a small moan was escaping from her lips. I slid my fingers in and out of her pussy several times, then stopped and ripped her panties off of her, exposing her thin blonde pussy hair and her sexy cunt gash. I gave her twat a lick and a kiss, then slipped my tongue to her clit. I licked the little fuck button until she started moving her hips back and forth and began to breathing harder. Then I stopped and stood up. "What are you going to do to me?" I slapped her other tit with my open hand, leaving a hand print on that one too. "You will not speak unless you are spoken to. Do you understand?" I followed that command with a quick, sharp slap across her beautiful her face. "Yes." Tears welled in her eyes, both from the physical pain and the psychological abuse she was undergoing. I grabbed a nipple in each hand, squeezed and pulled and twisted until her tears began to fall from her eyes. "You will address me as 'sir'." "Yes, sir". She started to understand. "You are here for one thing and one thing only, you fucking, dumb cunt. My pleasure and my pleasure only. Understand?" "Yes, sir." "Turn around." She turned around. I took the belt from her jeans and wrapped it around her arms just above her shirt which was pulled down her arms as far as it would go. I then untied the rope and slid her shirt completely off. Her arms were now secured by her belt. "Get in the den and get down on your knees. Wait for me there, bitch." She silently obeyed. Thirty minutes later, after checking the mail, taking a leak, having a cup of coffee and generally wasting time, I walked in the den. She was on her knees with her arms secured behind her back. Her tits stuck out because her back was forced into an arched position and her shoulders were held back. I reached down and cupped one of those large soft breasts in my hand and began to massage. |