When I awoke and found a sexy maid outfit laid out before me, I thought Daddy wanted me to roleplay with him again. When I went downstairs, I found out I was wrong. I was being sent to be another man’s maid for the day. The man walked me to the car and placed me inside. Once we pulled up to his house, he told me he had no use for a slut, but needed a maid and that is how I would pay off Daddy’s debts. I went about my duties, scrubbing everything in sight.
A bit later, I felt a hand go around my neck. He wanted to know where his wife’s jewels were. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I could not have answered anyway because his strong hands were squeezing my neck so hard. Her pulled me by my neck to a room I had not yet been in, but it was familiar. This was his BDSM room. So, my new master did want a slut, but he needed a roleplay first. He strapped me down so tightly I could barely wiggle my toes or fingers. My legs were spread wide. He put a large dildo into my pussy, stretching me so much I felt my pussy was ripping open. This was followed by a giant butt plug. He forced this into me. I was sure I was torn as I could feel blood trickle from my ass. He stood by the bed, surveying the damage, holding a belt up high. As he walked around, he cracked the belt sharply several times and then I felt it. He brought the belt down hard on my filled ass, raising welts and drawing blood. Just as I was expecting another blow, he sat on my back, putting the belt around my neck. He tightened and tightened, sending my world into blackness.