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Slave Leigh describes how her intense training by Master during the week shaped her sexuality.

I writhed and clenched my legs together fighting the urge to play with myself. I knew my energies needed to go
mastersinto my daily and personal tasks. Instead, from dawn-to-dark, my schedule was filled with a list of tasks to accomplish to become Master’s personal fuck slave.

The naughty words scribbled upon my bare breasts and pussy tormented me into believing that perhaps they were true. However, to my surprise, as the week carried on, the words were worn as a badge of honor.

At the same time, I feared that I had become nothing more than his personal fuck plaything. A slut that craved her Master’s impure thoughts.

My nipples continually stayed erect and begged for attention frequently.  Movie clips of me fucking myself, wearing nipple rings, my shaved pussy and such were common and frequent throughout the day.

…to be continued

Will Master raise the bar and expect to expand Leigh’s sexuality by pushing her further out of her comfort zone?

Leigh shares about her clothespin punishment for when she does not follow the established rules.

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I was lying in bed with four clothes pins attached to my labia breathing through the sharp sensations of my discipline.  My breathing was shallow. The clothes pins bit into my flesh and I absolutely hated when Master restrained me in this way.  I also sensed that he disliked administering my punishments, but he did so any how.  I begged him to please be done with this horrible ordeal without any luck.

“The squeeze of the clothespins on my labia still stinging in rhythm with my nipples, tore me down to a place of submission.

I was in pain.  Not the kind of torment where I need a band-aid and some time to let things heal, but rather, the kind of discomfort that put my body on high alert for incoming  arousal.

I knew I had done wrong by not returning phone calls to Master, but I also felt angry with him for not giving me the attention I needed over the past couple of days.  This ordeal made me dislike him.

“May I please remove the clips from my pussy lips Master… please?” I asked politely.

“No” he responded promptly.  The grip of the clips on my drenched pussy lips intensified…

…to be continued

 

Can Leigh stay out of trouble with her new Master or will her rebellion surface?