My master had me and another one of his slaves over for an early Thanksgiving dinner. We thought we were going to be having dinner with him. He had other plans. There were other men there from his office. He was having an early holiday party/Thanksgiving dinner. We were there as slaves in every sense of the word. After I served everyone dinner, I had to be the centerpiece on the table. At first I thought this was not any big deal. Lay there naked and look pretty. I was there for the men to use. Some fucked me while the others ate. I was both an appetizer and desert to some of his guests. To others I was a toilet. They would piss in my mouth and then put the ball gag back in my mouth so I could not spit out the piss. Some used me as a garbage disposal. Cleaning their plates off in my mouth, forcing me to eat what they didn’t want. A few even shoved turkey bones up my cunt.
My fellow slave suffered the same humiliation at the other table. After dinner, the men were more drunk and twisted. One guy said we were dirty birds and should be stuffed accordingly. They stuffed us first with cocks. Then with fists. A few stuffed us with kitchen cutlery. Master, however, stuffed us with fire pokers. Hot ones too. It felt like the inside of my pussy was being branded. In fact, Master said now everyone would know I belonged to him. He branded my worthless cervix. The pain was excruciating. Master is normally not this dominate, but I think he was putting on a show for his friends. Trying to look like a total bad ass.
My fellow slave got branded up her worthless ass. She called him out. I know better than to talk back to a Master. I had to pay for her disobedience. We got the crap beat out us. All the guys got to throw a punch to our faces and bellies. We were covered in bruises and blood. We were slumped on the floor when they started pissing on us too. I was only half lucid, but I remember what came next. Master had a few guys drag us to the back yard, naked in the cold. He threw us together in a coffin and buried us in the back yard like a little boy buries a jar of pennies. We were together, scared, cold, in pain, in that coffin for a day before Master dug us up. I was grateful to be alive. My fellow slave was not so lucky. I wanted to be sad, but she was weak. She did not know how to be a good slave. If you are my master, I promise I will never talk back. You can do whatever you want to me and I will never complain. Good slaves are meant to be abused not heard.
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Seeing you laying as the center-PIECE on that table with those luscious Tits taking center stage, just begging to be fucked, sucked, bitten, beaten, tortured, and mutilated, along with the rest of your gorgeous slutty body, and especially reading your blog, got me so hot I have already masterbated several times fantasizing a multitutde of different scenarios, each of them becoming ever more violent and brazen. In some I take long rusty nails and run them right through your hands and ankles to that table just to increase your pain and torment for my sexual pleasure. In others I cut off one toe after another followed by one finger after another. In all of them I get on top of you and rape your cunt, while slapping and punching your tits. I also always make sure to make you drink my piss, and eat scat, along with the piss and scat of other women who I have summoned to join in the torture and ultimate feast, after you are roasted alive. In many of them I take a small razor blade knife and plung it right into your battered tits, again and again, while raping your sexy worthless cunt-until literally butchering your tits beyond recognition. Your beatiful face is brutally beaten until it is black and blue, as I fuck your mutilated tits. The others also participate in your sexual humiliation and butchery as well. I also run the knife down the entire lenght of both of your ars, thighs, and cavles, pressing in hard just to make the pain that much more intensified.
In all of them, you come in dressed in a super tight short slutty liquid red leather skirt, and a tight fitting see-through sheer-red blouse with no bra on, and slutty thigh-high sheer red nylon stockings. you always willingly and even eagerly get on the table passively allowing your wrists and legs to be bond in a spread eagle position-even after you are told that you are going to be our ultimate example of sexual use, abuse, torment, torture-and will ultimately be served as the main course.
I always start out taking slow sexy feels of your calves, thighs, and Tits, saying how much I am going to love hurting and destroying them while seeing you writhe in total pain. I then become progressive rougher with you as I start ripping each pice of clothing until you are fully exposed like the filthy slut you are, Bitch.
In the end, you are slow raosted, covered in butter, with a spittle ran from your ass and out your mouth over an open flame, as we take bull whips and beat your hot flaming flesh just to add to our thrill, will calling you everything from a rape-pig, pig-whore, slut, tramp, worthless clit, stupid bitch, shit-filth, piss and scat whore, butcher bitch, etc..
I don’t know how you do it, but your fantasies just seem to keep getting better and better, all the time, you sexy Bitch.
So far, I been trying to get the nerve to actually call, still trying to make myself believe you are really into these kinds of telephone roleplya fatasies. This one totally convinces me that I need to become your newest Master, Bitch. Especially where you say, “If you are my master, I promise I will never talk back. You can do whatever you want to me and I will never complain. Good slaves are meant to be abused not heard”.
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