I deserved torture sex. After all, I was put on this earth to please men. Master told me I needed to be a cock pleaser, not a cock teaser. Too many women just tease. I teased his friends. He had a poker game on quarantine. They just sat farther away from each other than usual. I had to wear a face mask. Nothing else. I wore high heels too. Of course, I would be a cock teaser. My big 38 DD’s were in their faces. My ass was too. Only Master’s cock was on my mind, however. His poker bodies smacked my ass, fingered my cunt, grabbed my tits, but I never touched them though. I thought that would get me punished or worse. Turns out not touching his poker pals got me beaten and tortured. Master wanted me to be a whore, but he never told me that. Since I cock teased his friends, he dragged me to the basement. He tied me up and tortured my boobs. Thick rope bound them; made them stick out like torpedoes. That is when he started punching them. I think he busted one of my saline bags. I yelled in pain like a wounded animal. I could see my boob all lopsided. They were turning purple. Master was hard as a rock as he bit my nipples and punched my fun bags. I passed a pain threshold I did not know I had. My boobs were hanging down and mishappen. I was in pain. All because I did not get master’s friends off. I think I was damned if I do, dammed if I don’t. Master just wanted to abuse me for shits and giggles. Torture phone sex is a sadistic man’s favorite way to pass time under quarantine. I will be lucky if I survive this.
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