Little Miss Resilient Ass

Master calls me Little Miss Resilient Ass. It takes alot to mark my ass. (wondering now if thats why He got into the cutting, no resisting those marks.)

It’s a curse, to be resilient. Sadists like marks… they don’t want to stop til they see marks. This tends to get painful.

I don’t know how many strokes this was… who can count when your ass and tits are on fire.

And… it doesn’t even look bad. Thats the sad thing. My ass is so sore, even a pillow makes me cringe. But to look at it… *shrug*… nuttin.

I suppose this means we can try again to tomorrow.

I can’t deny that I was marinating in my own juices.

I can’t deny that I held my ass up in the air like a common whore and whimpered for more.

I can’t deny that I grabbed my nipples and lifted my tits so He could swing at the undersides too.

I can’t deny that we had mind-blowing sex, that He pounded into my saturated cunt while swatting at the stripes with His hands.

I can’t deny that I came until it hurt.. and that I begged Him to stop making me cum long before I begged Him to stop striping my ass.

Oh yes, we can try this again tomorrow.

Little Miss Resilient Ass is a blessing.

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