Master 2

I woke up after sleeping on the floor, naked, all throughout the night. I was still in a little bit of pain from last night and my ass was still swollen and now bruised as well. Master noticed I was awake and grab the leash, nudging it as a command for me to crawl towards him. He bent me over his lap to inspect me. He rubbed my ass and spread my cheeks before fingering me. He poked and prodded before pushing me off his lap back onto the floor. I felt so abused and hurt. Did he not want me anymore? He noticed my eyes were misty. He got up and yanked on my leash, forcing me to the front door. He opened the door letting in the morning light. I was exposed to the world. Bruised and naked. He asked me did I want to leave. In my head I thought about leaving. I thought about having to go home and put on my cheap work clothes and working a job that paid little to nothing. I thought about staying with my master. To be abused more, beaten more, and raped more. I wanted the latter. I crawled behind him to shield myself from the outside light. I licked his calves and his ankles as proof I wanted to stay. He closed the door and swiftly went to the bedroom. He came back to the living room with a leather belt in his hand. I started to shake and tremble. Pee escaped my body in fear of what was coming. The sfirst strike was the worst. Reigniting all the pain from last. I screamed as the belt made contact with my body. After five strikes I instinctively tried to grab the belt. I did not mean to do it. I loved being beaten. It made my pussy so fucking wet. Master definitely did not like me trying to grab the belt. He tossed it to the side and grabbed me by the wrists. I tried to fight to break free. I mean, I am a wild animal right? I twist and turned as he fought to drag me towards the bathroom. I was flailing wildly. He smacked me a couple of times before wrestling me into the bathroom. He lifted up the toilet seat before grabbing the leash and my hair and pushing my face into the toilet. Subdued, I started lapping up the toilet water. All that fighting made my filthy mouth dry. He stood over me. I could feel his legs on each side of me as I was drinking. Startled, I felt a warm liquid hit the back of my head. Drenching my hair and cascading down my neck and sides of my face into the toilet. He was pissing into the toilet as I drank from it. When he was done, he knelt down behind and edged my thighs apart. He then grabbed my throat and squeezed as he shoved his black cock into my white asshole. He I was being brutally raped. He had such a nice smile when I served him at my job. He was a true gentleman. Complimenting me on my looks even on my worst days. That's why I so eagerly agreed to come over when he asked. Now he wasn't the gentleman I thought he was. He was brutal, demanding, abusive, and unforgiving. He humiliated me, beat me, raped me. He made me into an animal. But I refused to leave when he gave me the chance. Why? Because I loved every fucking second of it. I was alive. He thrust harder and harder as I gasped from aguir as his hand squeezed my neck. I begged to stop. He saw through my lies. He knew I did not really want him to. He continued to rape me. Was it his fantasy? To forcefully shove his dick into some poor weak white girl without her permission? I was on the verge of passing out. My hands gripped the edge of the toilet, my toes curled, my grunts and moans loud, and my eye rolled in the back of my hand. The lack of oxygen to my brain, from him choking me, and the blissful ass pounding was giving me the most incredible high I have ever felt. My ass bounced and jiggled with every thrust. I came so forcefully and so hard that I screamed as I did. Finally, I passed out. My body went limp towards the ground as I blacked out. I woke up a few minutes later to the site of my master dragging me to the bedroom. He allowed me up onto the bed only to chain me up with handcuffs and rope. My legs had roped to each end of the bed. I was nice and spread. He then took out a ass plug and shoved it into me. No need for lube when you have just been gaped by your rapist. His black cock still erect and throbbing, he shoved it into my pussy without any hesitation. As he was sliding in and out of me, he took a pillow and covered my face with it. He pressed down on it with his forearm, causing me to lose air. I turned my from side to side as I try to gulp down air. Tears flowed down my face as I was being asphyxiated. He started pounding me at a rapid rate. A rapid slapping occurred as he did so. A river of juice flowed from my pussy in response to the pleasure. I was so sore but I wanted nothing but him to continue the rape and torture of my body. This is how I want to die. He took the pillow off as I finally got a huge gasp of air only to exhale all of it as my body orgasmed. I squirted all over the bed and my master. His dick glistened from my cum. My master finally smiled. I was so happy. I finally pleased him. I bit my lower lip as I squirted more as my master continued his ferocious assault on my pussy. Warm gooey cum splattered my insides as he erupted inside of me. His cum sloshed and swirled inside of me. He collapsed on top of me. Our breaths were heavy as I licked his face and slipped my tongue into his mouth. If I was not tied up, I would grab my master's cum soaked cock and shove it in my mouth. Still inside of me, he passed out. I relaxed and sighed. I wanted another beating, more humiliation, more abuse. I wish I could taste the plug that was still in my ass. Maybe master will allow me once he wakes back up. Until then, I think I will rest my eyes.