It�s time for giving lessons to my weak and obedient slave! And though he proved his docility more than once, I still think that the more humiliated he is the more devoted he gets to you! This time I prepared a refined torture for you, my donkey hole! Several kicks of my leash and you are lying on the floor with your eyes shut humbly letting me tie up your hands and legs! What a cute anus you�ve got, my slave, it needs to be filled with my solid stick and I hear you start quietly moaning when it gets deeper and deeper! You already look physically and mentally destroyed and the last thing I do is to hover on your shrunken cock!
I was suspecting my slave in stealing food from the fridge for a long time, but could never catch him. And yes! Today I came home earlier and saw him sitting in the kitchen with a huge cheer of cheese in his teeth! That is the crime that requires a strict punishment and I put the chair on that trembling body and stay on top to increase the weight and make the boy smother from horror and suddenness! Seems my slave is so weak that immediately fainted. Well, a couple of minutes under the streaming water and I show him his new place of living under my dirty sink!
What can be better than training your slave like a dog?! I transported my goat in the boot as he for sure doesn�t deserve a good treatment and our training started! The first lesson is over and my guy is barking loudly like a dog and waving his ass as if having a tail and brings me the stick that I throw further and further! Such a good dog should be awarded of course and I let him sniff some food, but no, no, he hasn�t deserved tasting it yet! Another lesson and my dog obeys my loud commands and rolls over on the cold and dirty ground!
Words can not adequately describe this scene, the intensity, the vacant look in Bella’s eyes, the struggle as she is made to cum over and over by hard cock. Her incredible body, contorted for our pleasure. The leather collar, that controls her life for the next 13 minutes. Her drool, her spit, her squirt, her tears, her destruction.
Struggling at her first attempt to entertain her captor, her story fails abruptly when it leads down a dead end road on Vanilla Lane. Master James has a way of motivating his slave to greatness though so she begins again.. She finds a tiny crack into His psyche when she begins to tell a story that mirrors his own twisted beginnings and His increasing appetite for larger and larger prey. As her story would slow as she studied His reactions he would urge her to continue on with one of His many motivational tools.
