He pulls my hands above my head. Once he is hard, it inserts into me. We walk along to some stairs, which if it wasn’t for him holding my wrist I would have fallen. The man who encaged me is the only one I want. Master uses his other hand to rub his cock, making himself hard, as he sees me squirm. I believe I am in the back of a van. You are here to serve me. Master gets up and leaves. He is breaking me. I do not like it, or maybe, maybe I do. Seeing my face, he tells me “No cumming Slut!”
Telling me this made me hornier, made me want to take him more. I am unsure why. “Master, I am yours. All I need s your touch, all I want is for you to control me, use me as you please, abuse me if you want. I begin biting my lower lip and start moaning. You will do as I tell you, when I tell you, how I tell you. I am leaving now, and I am not sure when I will be
