I'll be your whore.

The story is written at the request of one of the fans of my work... For you, M...

We met online, I liked you. We didn't exchange photos. We decided it would be a surprise for us and even more interesting that way) You arranged a meeting for me... I hope I will find a Master in you... Who knows...

I was dressed extremely provocatively, and all just for you) Appreciate it)

Red high-heeled shoes, semi-transparent red lingerie... The mini skirt was 5 cm longer than the most interesting part)

I'm sure you'll like it)

A short top that doesn't hide my slender body and my favorite belly button piercing)

I put on makeup like the last whore should...

I ring the doorbell and am terribly nervous... What are you like... Will I like you or not, what if your fantasies are so scary they frighten me... Anyway, I'm terribly nervous, but I wait devotedly at the door.

 — You're late.

 — I'm sorry, but I'm on time...

 — Come in.

As soon as I enter, you sharply grab me by the hair with your hand and pull me down hard, so I immediately end up on my knees in front of you. Tears slightly well up in my eyes...

 — You don't argue with the Master. Bitch.

And you give me a hard slap.

 — Understood?

 — Yes, Master. I am ready to make amends for my guilt. Please forgive me.

 — You will speak when I ask. Take off your shoes and go to the room.

I'm a little nervous, but I like your commanding voice so much... I want to obey in everything... I crawl into the room on all fours.

 — Good girl, bitch. You know a slave's place. Wait here. I'll be right back.

The Master returns and brings a dog collar. It has "Slave. Whore. Master's Property" engraved on it.

He fastens it around my neck, checks that it's not too tight.

 — There. Now everything is in its place. So, how do you like your Master?

 — I like you very much, Master. You have such a beautiful body...

 — Well, well, bitch. Let's see about your obedience.

The Master sits on the sofa. He is completely naked.

 — Come here. Show me how you can give pleasure.

I gently kiss the head of the cock, take it in my mouth...

 — What the hell, bitch? Don't you know how to suck properly??

The Master starts fucking my throat hard, impaling me on his cock all the way to the balls. I gag, tears flow, but I dare not disobey the Master.

 — Good girl. I don't need your calf-like tenderness. You're a whore and I'll treat you like a whore. Or do you object?

 — No, Master. That's right. I am a whore.

 — Stand up. Lift your skirt.

I obey the order.

 — I said to come without panties! You disobeyed! Well then, I'll have to teach you how to obey. Take everything off.

I undress, presenting my body to the Master's gaze. I really want him to like me.

 — You look alright. Okay, crawl to the other room and bring me the cane. Quickly!

I dare not disobey, I try to quickly find the cane in the room. I find it, take it in my teeth, and devotedly return to the Master.

 — Get on all fours, stretch your arms out in front of you, face to the floor, arch your back. I'm going to whip you. After each strike, I must hear your thanks. If you mess up, we start over. I think 30 strikes will be enough for you. Agreed?

 — Yes, Master.

 — You messed up. We start over.

One, thank you, two, thank you... After 30 strikes, tears stream down my cheeks, my lips are swollen. I bit them to not moan so loudly... Still, the neighbors...

The skin on my ass is bright scarlet, each strike left a clear stripe, it's already swollen. In some places, blood is oozing.

 — Well then, will you obey your Master?

 — Yes, Master. I will obey in everything.

I look devotedly into his eyes, kiss his toes, submissively press against his calves.

 — Have you had anal sex?

 — Yes, Master.

 — Do you like it?

 — It varies...

 — Well, it's a sin to complain about the Master. We're going to fuck you in the ass. Get into position.

I stretch my arms out in front of me, I'm on my knees, face to the floor, my ass sticks out advantageously in this position.

The Master wets my hole with saliva, the head of his cock, and grabbing my hair with one hand, with the other he inserts his cock into me sharply all the way and starts fucking me in a fast rhythm.

It hurts a lot, but I endure it. Although deep down it's pleasant. This is exactly what I wanted. I didn't come for nothing.

The Master takes the cane, starts beating my back, descending and whipping my ass again.

It's terribly painful, I start screaming...

 — Master, please let me give you another pleasure. It hurts so much, Master, I can't take it anymore.

The Master pulls out of me, shoves his cock in my mouth and starts fucking it hard.

 — Suck better, scum. Try harder!

I try to get used to the fast pace of the blowjob... It's not working... I can't get enough air... I start to suffocate...

The Master pushes his cock deeper into my throat and pinches my nose. I start to suffocate more, make swallowing motions, this delights him and he cums violently.

 — You'll make a good pacifier. We'll teach you. Go to the bathroom, clean yourself up. You have 10 minutes for everything and come back.

I approach the mirror. A beautiful, young girl looks back at me from the mirror. Hair disheveled, mascara smeared, cheeks all tear-stained, lips swollen. Maybe I'm strange, but I like this look and the way the Master treats me.

I quickly take a shower, trying not to get water on my ass, everything is sore.

 — 10 minutes are up. You're late. Get out of the bathroom quickly!

I kneel before the Master, kiss his feet, trying to beg for forgiveness.

 — Let's go to the room. Bitch. Lie on the bed on your back.

Not this... My poor ass touches the fabric, I start to moan...

The Master secures my arms and legs so that I'm lying in a star-like shape and can't move any of my limbs.

 — Lie quietly, I'm going to watch a football match.

I lie there, suffering from pain. But time takes its toll and I fall asleep... I have a sweet and beautiful dream... I wake up abruptly from pain.

The Master takes clothespins and clamps them on my nipples, and one on each labia and on my clitoris. He takes a candle in each hand and starts pouring wax on me. My moans irritate him and he gags my mouth and continues to pour wax on my body.

My breasts, nipples, stomach, and even my clitoris are all covered in wax.

The Master waits for it to cool, takes the cane and starts knocking the clothespins and wax off me with it. I moan through the gag, it's a very painful procedure...

When not a drop of wax remains on me, he sprays me with antiseptic. Covers me with a blanket.

 — That's enough for today. I'm going to sleep. Rest, I'll deal with you tomorrow.

To be continued...

Author's e-mail: dikаyа_rоsа@mаilmix.ru