Friday, I'm in Love
When I pull on his balls and scrape My nails along his cock, mr. friday comes alive. He gets off on the suffering, and that's what I need. If only I could make him Bleed. I did the next best thing. I branded his back with hot, candle wax. I used a drip candle, raising it high to let the spill cool just a bit. I wrote My Name with heat and malice. I got high watching the red reaction. Mistress Victory blazed across his backside, My ownership stamp of approval. But I wanted More. I paddled his ass with metal spikes, then I chomped down for a juicy bite. I enflamed his crimson welts then smacked him with My dragon belt.
I rolled him onto his burning back so I could torture his tied-up sack. CBT is a lovely way to prove his adoration. I dug My claws into his meat then tore his flesh with My teeth. The more it hurts the more I squirt, the more I value his place on earth. I adore a sub who takes it rough. I wrapped his cock with a thin green rope, squeezed tight for My pleasure. He gave in to the pressure, groaning in ecstasy for good measure.
My Friday guy was helpless and happy. His dick was hard and stretched to its limit. I settled on top to give it a pop, then slid upon his shaved groin. I rode him like a Cowgirl Boss then popped a dildo in his arse. In and out, I fucked his butt while he moaned like a slut. Sensation took him on a trip, subspace soaring on a mental flip. He bit his lip with pure delight as I pegged him through the night. I turned him into a pile of goo. Friday, I'm in Love with you.
Lucky Mr Friday!ReplyDelete
Awesome Post! Thanks for sharing. Mr Friday sounds like the perfect pain whore for a sadistic succubus like Mistress Victory.ReplyDelete
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