A fine Sunday activity for Master is ripping my chemise to shreds with his knife, then stuffing it in my mouth for a gag. This was determined to insufficiently humiliating, so he took the shirt out, stuffed it in my pussy, then back in my mouth. I was being threatened with the knife at various points in my anatomy and my desperate breathing was sucking the thin shirt material against my nose with each inhalation. I had totally clear airway on the exhale, and then struggling for each inhale.
After a hard fucking I crawled across the floor, took a cane from the cane stand, held it in my mouth and crawled back to him with my best pleading look. He took it with a "Drop it" order, just like we would do with the dogs. I think he was pleased with me. I lay on my stomach on the floor and received my desperately longed for beating.
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