I’m one sore little slut.
My jaw is aching. Hours spent in a gag, followed by several blow jobs is hard on a gal’s mouth.
The back of my thighs – the infamous ‘sweet spot’ – is welted and bruised from that f&*^ing misery stick.
It hurts to pee, it hurts to wipe, it hurts to sit, He’s fucked me so often and so hard that I don’t know why His dick hasn’t fallen off.
And today I had to wear the tack bra as we drove around town, going over bumps and Him reaching over to poke and stab and squeeze and, you know, just being Himself (mean). About 4 hours worth of mean.
I’m not complaining! It is as it should be – He’s the sadist and I’m His toy and I’m feeling well played with.
He’d just straight-armed me in the car as He hit the brakes, smashing me by my tack-covered tits to the back of the car seat while momentum carried my body forward, and laughed that maniacal laugh of His. And then He kinda snuffled, coughed, and groaned.
“My sinuses are acting up.” He whimpered (okay maybe He didn’t whimper exactly, but He was sure whining) and looked at me all pathetic-like.
That’s where I’m supposed to coo and pat His arm and ask if I can help somehow. The poor man, my Owner, my Master, my God– is suffering! I opened my mouth to utter out some words of comfort and my right nipple chose that moment to send a stabbing arrow of pain straight down my arm as a tack, helped by my seat belt, stuck smack in the center of it.
Sympathy failed me.
“You know what?” I snapped, yanking the seat belt off my tit. “I’m having a hard time being sympathetic to you right now, Master! I always have something hurting because of YOU. Forgive me if I cannot muster up an “awwww!” for your sinuses!”
For a moment He just stared at me, wide eyed and open-mouthed, shocked at my little outburst. Then He leaned forward and cracked. up. He patted my tits, still laughing – but He didn’t whine about His sinuses anymore.
Shortly after, He took me home, demanded another blow job in spite of my aching jaw –