I am upside down in a room with Red walls; I am tied with my legs spread and my arms bound behind my back. I can see him in the corner, watching me. I am scared but anticipate his touch. He comes closer, my breathing becomes erratic and my pussy throbs with want. I question myself, why have I allowed this to happen but at the same time I am proud that I have gone this far.
I cannot see him...... my hair is pulled; the pain is tremendous all I can see is this red room. He has stopped pulling my hair then his cock is in my mouth. I swallow it hungrily, sucking on his end and running my teeth along his shaft. For this I get my nipple twisted painfully. I feel dirty and naughty - this is what I wanted, wasn't? - He senses this. With no warning cock is removed and he is gone.
I feel the sharp crack of a cane before I hear it. The skin is burning on my bottom, again the crack of the cane, tears well up in my eye' s the wrong way and run up my forehead. I cry so I get more. Another and another, the pain is so great that I piss myself; I feel the warm liquid running down my body and into my hair and onto my face. It soothes the pain of the cane so I don't stop, he laughs. I feel degraded and even dirtier that I did before; I now try to stop the piss but seem to have lost all control.
I start to cry; he walks around to front of me and speaks.
"I have been looking forward to making you cry, I am going to rub your tears onto my cock and I'm going to gag you with it"
His cock was forced into my mouth and down my throat; he wanted me to be sick. I fought it. My clitoris is bitten my stomach tenses, so much is going on for me to object. I have gotten myself into this. I don't know when it will be over but strangely I don't want it to stop.