I’ll be begging you to hit me again as we act out one of my dark fantasies to celebrate bringing in the New Year. I’m trussed up like a Christmas Pig, my wrists bound to my ankles, my back arched. I cannot move. There’s rope in my mouth, gagging me and keeping me from speaking. My tits are tied, a lovely dark shade of violet and indigo. I have the Anal Hook in, and I’m squirming around like the little whore that I am. I asked for this, and I remind myself that as you hit me again with the belt. It bites into my skin, and I scream into the Rope. Every time it strikes me, raising hot welts beneath it’s cutting caress, my cunt is dripping more and more. I’m getting wetter and wetter, and you can see that. You see exactly how much this turns me on, and that’s what’s making you so fucking hard.
You’re hitting me now, beating me with the metal end of the belt. Every time the steel strikes my skin, I’m screaming. I see your cock throbbing, so fucking turned on from the way you’re abusing me. I can’t even scold you, because if you tried to force your way inside of me right now, it would be the easiest thing in the world. I’m slick, soaked. My tight submissive pussy is ready for that cock. I’m begging you, begging for anything but the belt. It’s too bad you can’t hear me through my gag. It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it?
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