Sometimes I touch myself in public just thinking about how hard you’d punish me if you caught me. I want you to catch me, Sir. Drag me somewhere private, yank my hair, slap my face, and remind me only dirty whores get wet for pain. Tie me up so tight the ropes bite. Make me hold my orgasm until I’m sobbing for permission. Then deny me anyway—just to hear me beg louder. Use me like a toy, toss me around, call me every nasty name in the book while you pound me senseless. I exist to please you, Master. Call and break your submissive girl tonight.
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