#blackmailed cunt
Day 8 of 93
I lost. I gave up my will, after a long time being teased. I succumbed to the words of my Master. In those eight days, I’ve never been so provoked before. I’ve never been so tortured. Master showed me even more who is in charge, who always wins, that he has me just with a snap of his fingers. I’m just a toy for him to do whatever he wants. I am pathetic and the proof of it is that I came while he threatened me. I came to a threat of being exposed. Because he knows me. He knows my body. He knows my fetiches. And I lost like a good little puppy that I am, and now, as payment, I’ll have to put silicone on my breasts. A boob job. Just because he said so. Because it is he who decides what will happen to me. ever. And that’s how it’s always going to be.
My blackmailed slavegirl lost her bet. Rather than accepting $100, she’s going to get breast implants, and modify her body to better suit my desires.
What a good little obedient slave she is becoming.
Day 7 of 93. Slave cunt is battling her urges
Day 5,6 and 7 of 93
My Master did not tease me so much these days, since He was busy working, but that does not mean that my duties as a slave are over.
On the contrary, when He is not available, only what my mind should do is to think about it, to think about how much I belong to Him and the rules that I must obey.
Even though He was busy, my pussy - actually, His pussy, because my body isn’t mine - still dripped and begged to cum and I consequently begged him to use me, like a humiliated fucktoy, just a plaything, because that’s what I am.
Every day I plan to write down these three months and what he does to me here. Stay tuned.
My blackmailed fuckmeat continues her denial
