“Your test is tomorrow at 7am. “Does it hurt?” he asks. “Open up for me now, little whore, or I’ll take my fist instead.”
The thought hits my brain like a blow, and I should be afraid as I imagine his fingers inside me getting more and deeper. “Does it hurt?” he asks. It’s going to be a wonderful day tomorrow. I can hardly breathe after all this! That was what was supposed to open. My insides want to explode, as Adam moves the thing inside me. As a real slave I can accept my needs, can openly want a punishment and pain. Then he walks me to the bed and drops me on it. Then the vibrator is turned on again, and I feel Adams finger on my anus. Then it presses the hard head of the vibrator again into my opening. The straps of the whip tickle my back as Adam strokes it. Maybe I can use it to my advantage. That was what was supposed to open. I try to hold back my orgasm until he strikes the first blow. I close my eyes. Adam comes back into the room, and he seems angry.
