I am Vicky, 32 years old, 165cm, 52kg. I am a asian girl with small but full breasts and ass. I'm a sub. I don't like being too dirty and bleeding.
Ordinary sex can only satisfy my body, not my inner thirst. I have been searching，until master—Lord John discovered me. He saw through my weakness and humility, and I longed for his control and humiliation. I became his slut, receiving his training and training, taking away my proud coat, and releasing my humble and slut self.
Lord John , Harem Master，He is my master, and he controls everything about me, my body, my desires, my feelings. I have to do everything he asks me to do for him. I could be his servant, slave, dog, table, chair, hanger, ashtray, toilet, sex doll.My master, your will is the meaning of my existence, please use your useless slut to your heart's content.
I like Pain，Pussy Torture，Pet Play，Humiliation，Bondage，MMF sex，Outdoor，Orgasm Control，Breath play.
Under the Control of John master, I felt at ease, and had an unprecedented orgasm and satisfaction.
I like being mischievous and being punished by him, and I also like being rewarded by him for being good. He stuffs my mouth with big cock, and the best reward is to pour in semen.
My master，I'm so obsessed with you, completely lost myself, just seeing you, smelling you, even just thinking of you,the flood in my pussy caused a disaster.
please，my master，I beg you to fuck your pathetic slut.Possess everything I have, mark the ownership of my body with your precious semen. Take away my freedom, my pride, my dignity. Let me sink into the cum again and again.
I'm so happy that Slut has received training from the master.
Starting with Rub Nipples, then Nipple Clamps. They make my nipples both painful and excited. The sluty nipples wanna to be broken by master.
The next item is claims than Vibe pussy until cum to be able to take of the claims, but I got it wrong, I clamped my pussy lips，how hurt，I couldn't help but cry.I cum so fast,my brain went blank.
I only want to be abused by master，be used to please master，beg him to let me orgasm.
shock training
The moment I handed Master the shocker I’d bought, shaking like hell from both fear and horniness, I knew there was no going back. "Please," I mumbled, kneeling at his feet, "wreck me good." That smirk of his said I’d regret begging—and get off on it anyway.
He started by clamping my nipples, the cold metal pinching my tits till I whined. "Greedy little thing," he said, strapping the vibrator tight against my pussy with some leather gear. But the buzz from the shocker in his hand made my stomach drop. "Count ’em," he ordered, slapping electrodes on my stomach and ass.
The first zap ripped a scream outta me—sharp, blinding, fucked-up amazing. "One!" I gasped. Another jolt hit my ass, my muscles locking as pain and pleasure melted together. "Two!" By the third shock, tears were streaming down my face, my thighs slick with how turned on I was. He laughed—that mean, sexy laugh—and cranked the power. "You asked for this, yeah?"
Lost track of time. The vibrator kept humming. Electric zaps mixed with the toy’s throbbing till my skin felt fried. I arched, shook, came over and over—once, twice, a dozen times—till my voice was shot from screaming. When I started begging for him to stop, he zapped my clit straight-up, forcing another orgasm that left me bawling.
Too much. Not enough. Pissed myself during shock fifteen, warm wetness spreading under me as I choked out "s-sorry." Master just grabbed my hair, yanking my head up. "Filthy bitch," he growled, his dick clearly hard. "Now you’re prepped."
When he finally fucked me, every nerve lit up like fireworks, I broke completely. No brain. No shame. Just his cock taking what the shocks had busted open. Collapsed afterward, trembling in sweat and piss, I pressed my head to his boot. "Thanks," I breathed—half prayer, half defeat, a slut’s gospel truth
After the training, the master gave me a collar. I like it. Thank you, Master, I love you, Master.
I am always ready so that the master can use his slut at any time. When he said: "Exposing your ass hole."I'm gonna get down and show my ass.My ass hole is ready, but no, the seed that master left in the pussy hole is flowing out.Slut is going to be punished.But slut is so excited.
Today's training was forced orgasms. First Master made me squeeze into skin-tight jeans with panties underneath, then buttoned me into a crisp office shirt so tight my nipples poked through the fabric. He spread my legs wide, tying each ankle to the bedposts with rough ropes that bit into my skin. 'Beg properly,' he sneered, making me chant through snot and tears: 'This slut begs Master to abuse her worthless holes! Punish my greedy cunt for existing! Wreck me until I'm your perfect piss-toilet!'Just when my face burned hottest, he jammed the vibe on MAX setting into my panties without warning. That fucking thing roared to life like a chainsaw against my clit - I jerked against the ropes, electricity shooting up my spine. 'Too intense, Master!' I screamed as my thighs started spasming. 'You think I give a single fuck?' he snorted, rolling up my shirt. 'No cumming.' He growled while clipping nipple clamps so tight my tits turned purple. The pain punched through me - I came instantly, whole body seizing. 'Pathetic slut.' He backhanded me so hard my ears rang. Begged through tears but he just lit a cigarette, turned on the porn channel. 'Watch. Hands off. Count every orgasm.' He lounged in his armchair like this was fucking Netflix. The screen showed some girl getting railed doggystyle while I fought not to rub my thighs together. Came anyway - 'O-one, Master!' I choked out, hips bucking. 'Two!' I wheezed minutes later, sweat pooling under my bound wrists. He just kicked his boots up: 'Keep going.' Lost count after six. Begged for water, for mercy, for death - nothing. When he finally untied me, I collapsed like a broken doll, jeans soaked through with come and piss. Couldn't even croak 'thank you' with my ruined throat. Master just smirked at my twitching legs: 'We'll double the vibe speed tomorrow.
The suite door locks. I paid for this room—Master’s command. My skirt clings to trembling thighs as I whisper, "Everything in this slut is yours."
He watches from the armchair. "On all fours."
I hit the carpet crawling. His cologne—whiskey and smoke—makes my cunt throb. "Suck my fingers." I scrape my tongue over his knuckles.
"Good slut. Today you’ll sob."
"Yes, Master. No problem." Panties soak through. "Nervous… but legs wet."
"Skirt up. Ass out."
I wrench the fabric to my waist. Cold air bites bare skin. "Back’s tight," I whimper. "Virgin asshole clenching—"
AH! The plug rams dry into my ass. "Gentle, Master!" Steel tears me open. Sweat drips. "Fully seated," he grunts.
ZZZT— Three eggs cram into my pussy. "Plug only in ass… emptiness here?" Vibration rattles my womb. "Buzzing against the plug inside me… hitting—"
BRRRAP! MAX setting.
His cock slams down my throat. "Gagging—" Spit floods my chin. "Stomach rising—can’t vomit—" Tears blur. I claw his thighs. "Mercy, PLEASE!"
He rams deeper. Cum explodes. "Choking! Won’t pull out!" Semen bubbles from nostrils. "Stop—PLEASE—" Warmth gushes between thighs. "Urine or squirt? Don’t know…" Darkness swallows me. "Using his cock to hold my head…"
Collapsed. "Broken doll," cheek in vomit-cum-piss slick. "M-Mas…ter…" Hot urine splashes my face—waking me. Lips part. "Mmm…" Accepting.
His boot prods my ass. "Tomorrow," he muses, "Go on."
Hotel Invasion
During a family trip, at 10 PM, I’d just lain down when the suite door knocked. I heard Mom open it and speak to a man. "Good evening, Madam. I’m Dr. John, called by Miss Vicky. She mentioned feeling unwell." That voice froze me—unmistakable, terrifyingly familiar. Master. I had no idea he was coming.
"You called a doctor? What’s wrong, sweetheart?" Mom asked from the doorway.
"Yes, I’m a bit unwell, so I phoned Dr. John. Please rest, I’ll be fine—just a check-up."
"Alright, I’ll sleep then. Exhausted today… probably just fatigue." The door closed. Mom’s footsteps faded, followed by her bedroom door clicking shut.
I stared rigidly at my door. It creaked open. Master stood there, a twisted smile on his face.
"Good evening, Miss Vicky."
"My slut." His lips silently shaped the words.
I lay paralyzed as he entered, shutting the door. His hand grazed my cheek—every hair on my body stood up.
"So… where does it hurt, little whore?"
His fingers trailed down: neck, breasts, brushing my nipples, sliding over my stomach, into my panties.
"Here? Or here… or maybe… here?"
He palmed my pussy, rubbing. "Definitely here."
I gripped his shirt, trembling. "Wait, Master… let me use the bathroom first?"
"Oh? Why?" His fingers never stopped—teasing my clit, pussy, ass, even my asshole. I felt my pussy drenching wet.
"To pee, Master. I need to pee."
"Hold it." The command shattered me. His fingertip circled my asshole, making my buttocks clench.
"What do you say when you see Master?"
I’d forgotten. Shock had wiped my mind.
"Respected Master… please use your lowly slut. She’s soaked… ready for you."
"Good. Relax your ass."
His finger plunged into my pussy. Fluid gushed. More fingers—two, three. His palm slapped my clit while fingertips rubbed my G-spot. I arched, fists twisting sheets, throat choked with stifled moans. Fluid mixed with urine flooded my panties, skirt, sheets, and Master’s hand—I’d lost control.
He pulled out, showing me the wetness. "Disgusting."
He shoved his hand to my mouth. I sucked it clean.
"Not done. Masturbate. Until I say stop."
"Yes, Master."
I struggled out of my panties. He stuffed them into my mouth.
I began. He sat on the bedside sofa, lighting a cigar, pouring whisky.
Wave after wave of orgasm wrecked me—until my pussy went numb, swollen, sore, hypersensitive. Spit soaked through the panties gagging me.
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