Torture sex is what I endured for hours on end over the weekend. I disappointed master by being a cheating whore. I know I need permission to do anything, even to take a pee. I went to a new fetish underground club and didn’t tell him. He was checking it out too and I got busted red handed. I thought he was going to let it slide. He just gave me a disapproving look, but he didn’t act. I should have known better. He once broke my arm for forgetting to flush the toilet after he used it. He is a mean SOB; he wouldn’t let anything go. Three days later I got my punishment. It was the worst punishment he has ever inflicted on me. He tied me up, which is nothing. I thought he was going to put oranges in a pillow case and beat me. Honestly, he has almost killed me with that method a couple times. Once I saw the firecrackers, I was praying for a pillowcase of oranges. He tied me up and suspended me form his beam. The beam is just high enough that I can’t touch the ground, so it is very painful. He shoved a roman candle in my ass and lit it. He counted down the explosion getting erect at my fear. He laughed when my ass prolapsed from the explosion. My ass exploded too. My blood, shit, and flesh splattered against the wall. I was pretty sure my ass was gaping even more than an ass rape porn star. Blood was running down my legs. My ass was burnt and mutilated. I was shaking, almost in shock and definitely in need of medical treatment. Master was just laughing and stroking his cock. “Now that your perfect body isn’t so perfect anymore Cassandra, perhaps you will think twice about cheating on me,” he seethed. I may think twice about even sitting now that my ass is charred and mutilated.
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