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The gift he gave me While I waited, I decided to work my way into the corset so that I could be that much more ready. I made sure it was good and tight. It made me hot right away, being confined and tightly bound. I also loved the way it looked. I felt more ready for anything that was in store. Master came to get me and led me to the darkened room, where he had set up the rope system, which was to be my torment and his entertainment, but little had I known it would also be the entertainment for many many men and women, as he had opened up a livestream of my humiliation. It had been four days since I was allowed to cum, and I wanted it. But I knew it came at a price. As he secured my wrists, I had a pretty good idea what his turn ons are, and he dropped hints throughout the day. I was not ready for the clover clamps attached to my nipples and strung overhead which would keep me on my toes as he began to torture my aching cunt. My legs began to ache almost immediately, standing on tiptoe isn’t easy for long, especially when your pussy is screaming and your nipples are burning and your eyes keep darting to the list of viewers witnessing your humiliation. The first orgasm rocked my body and it didn’t stop there. I had several with the wand pressed firmly against my sore and abused clit, when he took a break to whip me. The whip spared no area. My pussy, my ass, my tits, all got tortured. All while trying to stay as high on tippy toes as I could to try to find any relief from the searing pain racking my nipples, the sharp bite reminding me everytime my legs thought to seek relief by lowering, to attain only a brief second of relief before quickly rising back up to try to relieve the tender flesh of my nipple and increasingly stretched tit meat. Upon seeing my rapidly deteriorating condition, master thrust the wand once more against my needy but aching and abused clit. The wand which I wanted so much more of but absolutely no more of. Forcing me into more and more orgasms, forcing me to squirt in front of so many<b> strangers </font></b>that I had forgotten about in my ecstasy and absolute torment. With juices running down my leg, my body convulsed time and again. Master made sure to remind me how worthless I am, how much of slut, this was all I was good for. And I gathered somewhere along the way this was to now be a regular thing. The weekly torment, broadcast live for anyone to see. With requests taken if he feels like it, or just to play till his heart’s content with his very own, worthless, denied fucktoy. |
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