Sometimes I like to be abused. When Master C calls me a filthy little bitch, or a dirty whore, punctuating His words with slaps across my cheeks that bring tears to my eyes and set my cunt juices flowing.
When Master C bends me over his knee, yanks my knickers down and spanks me hard until I cry, I get a warm feeling inside.
When His belt cuts into the skin of my arse cheeks and Master C tells me that I’m a worthless slut who deserves to be punished, my desire to feel His cock inside me grows.
When Master C rams his cock forcefully down my throat, making choke and splitter, I can’t wait to taste His cum.
As Master C fucks me hard from behind, abusing my cunt or my arse, I love it when He tugs my hair, pulling my head back as far as my neck will allow. All the time He fucks me, He’s telling me how I’m just a collection of holes to be used, abused and filled with cum.
When Master C comes all over my face, degrading me, showing His utmost contempt for me as He wipes His cock in my hair, I know I am His, and that I belong to Him.
Later, as Master C holds me close in bed, His strong arms enveloping and protecting me, I am grateful to be His.
Yes, I love it when Master C fucks me like He hates me.
Love these images of degradation followed by the loving togetherness in the aftermath. 🌹
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Oh yes, I know and enjoy this feeling too.
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There are definitely some things to be loved about that type of treatment.
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