I’m what you call a torture sex slave. My only desire is to be so disciplined that my pain doesn’t matter. All that does is your pleasure. Whenever I have a little wet cunt it’s usually due to being used and pounded by my master and his close friends.
Little by little, he has gotten me to a place where I don’t care about my reputation. All that matters to me is that he controls and has access to me 24/7. If there’s anything true, I am an excellent slave whore, and I make one heck of a snuff cum dump, as he likes to brag.
One of the most intense sessions I’ve had with my master so far is a day’s worth of wearing nipple clamps and being used up every hour by a different guy. The nipple clamps cut circulation; I almost lost them for good. Now, I have a permanent mark reminding me of my identity.