In large letters above my pubic mound where a litany of words referring to my pussy were neatly written, was the sentence “My Master is a Loser.”
I slumped back on to the bed holding my throbbing head in my hands as tears dripped freely down my abused cheeks. “Follow,” he said as he walked to the kitchen. “May the Cunt spend some time with its Master’s new pet?”
“You may, my toy, but remember not to steal orgasms from your Master. I stroked Bitch’s blonde hair to try and comfort her but I was just as scared as she was. “Her name is Bitch. I heard them clopping loudly on the cold cement floor, then they softened as they stepped on to the worn lime green shag rug that Bitch and I were all too familiar with. In fact, I couldn’t clearly remember much from before he took possession of me. The light poured in and as my focus became sharper, I gazed around the hospital room. I lost all track of time and was so consumed by my own raw sexuality that I almost didn’t hear Master clap his hands and order us both on all fours at his feet.
