1. Ring in my nose


    Date: 5/19/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: amaryn, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    writhe under the heavy singletail i felt so passionate love for the girl, that i nearly called out loudly, offering myself to be whipped instead of the sweet African. But i kept my silence, and she kept her radiant smile. She left the office with bl**d-striped back as Mr Hagarch's slave for life, but grinning as ever. Her dignity is still respected among the girls and she is punished rather rarely. Of course, i still obey her, she is "deeply respected Miss" for me. She orders me about just like he used to do, and enjoys tormenting me with a c***dish glee. "Well, bitch", she says, releasing my nipples and twisting my ears painfully instead. It is not so erotic torture as nipple twisting, but the humiliation of it just increases my arousal. I feel deep humility and big love for my dominating black lady. "Well, bitch," she continues, "I think it is time to implant a nice ring in your nose. What do you think about it, little worm?" "Please, deeply respected Miss, i will be happy to wear the ring in my nose, if my superiors put it graciously there," i reply humbly. She slaps my face so that my teeth clash together. I kiss her hand, submitting myself to the chastisement. "What a cretin you are, little slut. I know you will obey. You always do. You are a maddeningly well behaving girl. What I want to know is that whether will you enjoy the ring, being proud of it and all that, or will you hate it. You see, I want you to suffer. I hugely delight in your suffering, miserable ...
    bitch." "And i love You for making me suffer, deeply respected Miss," i confess, taking the courage to kiss her knee. I am crazy about her shapely knees. I get two enormous slaps for my temerity. My ears ring and I bite my tongue. "You get impudent, Snot. It is because since your after-lunch whipping you were not punished." I get whipped after every meal, meaning by meal the programs when the other members of the community take nourishment. I never get any on these occasions. My daily meal consists of a rather disgusting portion of kitchen waste, following my after-supper whipping. Except when i am punished with starving, which happens rather often. No surprise that i am constantly hungry. I love my humiliating condition, my life depending on a few handfuls of trash, thrown to me scornfully. I am trash myself, i am a waste of a girl, i am slave, slave, slave, under everybody's feet. "I punish you now, bitch. Go and get the thin switch." "Thank you for graciously punishing me with the thin one, deeply respected Miss." "It will be the thick one, even the thorny one, if you don't go speedily." I bring the thin switch in my mouth on all fours, handing it over to the pretty black lady on my knees. "Put your hands on the back of your head, disgusting whore," she commands me, swishing the flexible switch. "Bend slightly backwards." I obey, and the switch strikes my exposed breasts. One, two, three, four times. I moan with the pain, but at the same time i get very aroused again. I am not ...
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