Oh do go on master, I choose to be your pathetic whore slave, awaiting your brutality edges me so!
I humbly beg you to make me grovel and beg, deny me your pity.
Mercy, master, the barbed wire lash kisses my body and I suffer for your pleasure. Whip my pathetic tits and torture my pussy....
If i get a ladder to climb up your cross to use your miserable slave whore body do you promise to use your muscles to clench around me as you perform your dance?Afterall my body could relieve a little pain as i support you on my manhood,OR if you do not perform as to my wishes i could use my weight to pull hard on your nailed wrists and feet.Afterwards youll be whipped harder anyway for daring to ask me to use you,that is my decision.You are now just meat for the crows at best a pain slave convicted for not satisfying my needs anymore. slave you may enjoy the pain of the slow death i am awarding you .Now get on with it.....DANCE the barbed whip has arrived again
oh Master, I beg you to degrade me as I dance in pain. I will squeeze your hard cock in rhythm with my sweet agony dance! The crucifix makes me need to orgasm so badly and I will embrace your rock hard cock with my dirty cunt as I writhe and squeeze with all my might. My moans of agony will be overcome by ecstasy as I impale myself as if staked. Unworthy of its magnificence, I will worship your throbbing manhood with my dirty hole. As I lift myself on the wrist nails to breath, I will relax again deeply into your cock, up and down, my agony dance’s Rythm enhancing your pleasure.
It will tease you until your cock is harder than the very nails that hold me high, until your cock is my fourth nail impaling me and hurting me as the iron nail. I will make you cum so hard you will seek the whip to punish such insolence from a lowly cum slave.
I will then cunningly squeeze it with my cubbyhole until you grow again. I know you will punish me more for
I will squeeze it so much, and it will be so hard, that you could swing from it, held only by my tightening pussy, dragging my wrists cruelly!
Be my 4th nail, master, as I suffer the torment of the cross! You impale me as a stake, and goaded in the need to hurt me so much worse when you are spent. Hammer me as you hammered the nails home
Use me, master, I crave to be your tortured dirty whore. I beg you to increase my torment, to be abused only as you, my soul master, wills it.