Master: You would do anything to avoid another tummy blow, wouldn't you?
This was after I'd moved my arms from the wooden bed spindles where he'd placed them, in order to cover myself and push him away.
Me: Yes, Master.
Master: You'd suck my cock. You'd take it up the ass. You'd let me fuck you with this knife.
Me: Yes, Master.
Master: You'll do all that anyway.
"Put your hands above your head. All the way through the spindles."
I linked my fingers together on the other side of the posts and endured one more tummy blow. He placed the knife at my throat.
"Time to get reacquainted, Dolores".
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