Master and I share some dark fantasies that border sado-masochistic insanity. He rents out an entire arena, and charges three hundred dollars a ticket for psycho pain freaks like us to come and watch him whip the living shit out of me. He loves it, I love it, and it sure as fuck pays for itself.
Master strings me up from a wooden frame, the seven inch stiletto heels dangling several inches off of the raised steel stage. The lights glare on my bare, well oiled skin. The crowd’s murmur is deafening; thousands of voices chanting quietly, hoping he bleeds and skins me.
I’m trembling as Master emerges, fully leather clad, his nine tail whip dangling playfully from his left hand. He takes a few warm up swings, the nine tails cracking cruelly against the wooden frame, the steel floor, and finally my calves. The roar of the crowd muted my own screams, his arm never resting after initial contact. I was pleading as he rained Hell down upon me while thousands of onlookers stood with hard cocks, getting off at my distress. The blood trailed down my skin, the puddle forming under my slutty heels. My cunt was soaked, and still he did not stop.
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