Master was fucking me today, on the floor with my hands pinned at my back. I was under him, me on my stomach. I could barely twitch. I could sorta breathe. A little.
"Want to play 'Westworld'"? he asked.
"Unf. Ok, Master, what does that mean?"
"You're being raped."
I guess that makes him Ed Harris.
I couldn't even move my arms but I tried to wiggle anyway, gasping and groaning. When I wiggled too much he beat on my back with a stick. Eventually he got up and I thought I would crawl away but he grabbed my shoulder in a wrestling hold and flipped me over as easily as you would a sheet of paper.
He slapped my tits and face and made me come, repeatedly. He fucked me into a collapse state, giving up the struggle.
A while later I thought he was sleeping and I came down to answer messages and work on the blog. I'd just gotten the first two lines here done when he came into the living room.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked, in my most slaviest of slavey manners.
"Getting my cock sucked." He did too, and frosted me all over so I needed another bath.
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
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