Too fast, You say. Count for Me– to eleven this time. Obediently, the stinging strikes land as You hear my gasps and each inhaling breath. You don’t let up till over 70, growling into Your pain slut’s ear and welcoming tasha as she emerges. Sometimes she appears with the orgasms You take, but today’s pain allows her presence, reveling in the reddened breasts and broken capillaries that mark Your slave. Yes, Master– Your lips, Your breasts and nipples, Your dripping, hungry cunt, Your soul impacted fiercely by Your control and Dominance, open to You and those You chose always.
~~ Your slave tasha 💜