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OK, so I’m a prostitute, and not proud of it, but generally guys treat me no worse than they would treat their own wives, and sometimes a good deal better. Seems that knowing they’re gonna get what they pay for they don’t mind paying so much. Sometimes they treat me really good, dress me up, buy me jewelry, take me out to fancy places - and I feel like I’m a gorgeous piece of jewelry myself when I’m on their arm. But knowing I have to put out later. Whatever they ask.
OH GAWD MY NECK HURTS! The strap is snug around my neck as long as I stand up straight, but as I tire, I know it’s going to dig in, to choke me. And if I faint, I’m dead, my body just hanging like a piece of cold meat from the noose. Is that what He wants?
So far, He’s let me keep my heels, which helps, but I know He’ll be back sooner or later to take them off, my fuck-me pumps, no matter how hard my legs kick and struggle. Then I’ll be forced to stand on tip-toe, gurgling and choking and swaying in tight little circles, my eyes getting desperate, the tears streaming down as the whipping - or whatever the fuck it is He wants to do to my helpless body - starts.
WHEN THE FUCK IS HE COMING BACK?????
I try not to sway, try to keep my heavy boobs from bouncing, to keep the hard steel clamps from tearing even worse at my swollen teats. Usually the pain is worst when the clamps first go on - unless the bondage forces me to keep moving. Like now. And those terrible little mouths keep on biting, twisting, forcing my nipples to swell, helpless against the sharp teeth.
aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahw
There’s no answer.
I DON’T HAVE TO ANSWER THE STUPID FUCKING CUNT.
I PAID for that sleek body, and I’m going to enjoy it. Oh yes I am. I am already, just watching her sweat and twist, those gorgeous boobs swaying as the weights tug at her nipples. That’s gotta HURT, don’t you think?
I’m not going to take away her heels, though. There’s no need. No need for her to see me yet. I can just push the button and haul her up a little more, so she’s just beginning to choke. That’ll make her start howling and pleading.
But I’m in no hurry. The mouth on the ugly little cunt tied on her knees in front of me still has my cock huge, stiff and well-lubricated. She’s tiring, the useless bitch, but what do I care? She’s probably good for another five or ten uses, and then I have my prostitute.
I gave them everything they wanted. Everything.
Just not willingly.
OK, so I’m a prostitute, and not proud of it, but generally guys treat me no worse than they would treat their own wives, and sometimes a good deal better. Seems that knowing they’re gonna get what they pay for they don’t mind paying so much. Sometimes they treat me really good, dress me up, buy me jewelry, take me out to fancy places - and I feel like I’m a gorgeous piece of jewelry myself when I’m on their arm. But knowing I have to put out later. Whatever they ask.
OH GAWD MY NECK HURTS! The strap is snug around my neck as long as I stand up straight, but as I tire, I know it’s going to dig in, to choke me. And if I faint, I’m dead, my body just hanging like a piece of cold meat from the noose. Is that what He wants?
So far, He’s let me keep my heels, which helps, but I know He’ll be back sooner or later to take them off, my fuck-me pumps, no matter how hard my legs kick and struggle. Then I’ll be forced to stand on tip-toe, gurgling and choking and swaying in tight little circles, my eyes getting desperate, the tears streaming down as the whipping - or whatever the fuck it is He wants to do to my helpless body - starts.
WHEN THE FUCK IS HE COMING BACK?????
I try not to sway, try to keep my heavy boobs from bouncing, to keep the hard steel clamps from tearing even worse at my swollen teats. Usually the pain is worst when the clamps first go on - unless the bondage forces me to keep moving. Like now. And those terrible little mouths keep on biting, twisting, forcing my nipples to swell, helpless against the sharp teeth.
aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahw
There’s no answer.
I DON’T HAVE TO ANSWER THE STUPID FUCKING CUNT.
I PAID for that sleek body, and I’m going to enjoy it. Oh yes I am. I am already, just watching her sweat and twist, those gorgeous boobs swaying as the weights tug at her nipples. That’s gotta HURT, don’t you think?
I’m not going to take away her heels, though. There’s no need. No need for her to see me yet. I can just push the button and haul her up a little more, so she’s just beginning to choke. That’ll make her start howling and pleading.
But I’m in no hurry. The mouth on the ugly little cunt tied on her knees in front of me still has my cock huge, stiff and well-lubricated. She’s tiring, the useless bitch, but what do I care? She’s probably good for another five or ten uses, and then I have my prostitute.
And my tools . . .
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