【SMTORTURE】

"What a slutty bitch! She needs to be properly disciplined."

I ordered you to strip naked, part your delicate, lewd lips with your hands, and show them to me.

"Please, no!"

A hard slap landed on your face.

"Please who?" I grabbed your hair, "Slap, slap!" Two more slaps. Your cheeks
immediately swelled up.

You suddenly remembered the rules for a sex slave—you must call me "Master," and refer to
yourself as "your slave" or "bitch.

" You pleaded, "Please, Master, spare this lowly bitch!"

"No, you must punish her until she faints!"

I ordered you to put your hands behind your back, interlacing your fingers. I walked behind you and forcefully
pulled your elbows together behind your back, completely ignoring your painful cries. I tied your elbows with rope. This made your
breasts stand out.

My extensive SM experience told me that this binding would cause great pain to the slave.

"Kneel!" I roared, enjoying the contortion of your face in pain.

"Yes!" Having learned your lesson, you dared not resist. I took a thin nylon thread and tightly bound your
two big toes together. Then I used hemp rope to tie your ankles and thighs together, the rope digging deep
into the flesh of your buttocks. Now your lower body was completely deprived of freedom.

I ordered you to bend down and lick my toes. Because of the bindings, bending over became difficult.

"You lowly bitch, you only deserve to lick your master's toes!"

I stepped on your head, ordering you to stick out your tongue and lick between my toes.

"Please, Master. No!" You had barely uttered a plea when your back was whipped with a bamboo ruler.
I grabbed your hands, which were bound behind your back, and lifted them sharply, continuing to whip you despite your screams. Under the cruel whipping, you
completely lost your mind, twisting your body trying to escape while hysterically crying and begging for mercy.

After fifty lashes, the welts on your back gradually turned purple, tears and saliva flowing everywhere. I continued to whip you
mercilessly another thirty lashes.

"You filthy bitch, you've dirtied my floor! Lick it clean!" You writhed in pain, inching
forward, bending over to shamefully lick your own filth.

After moving, I discovered that your crotch was covered in vaginal fluid. "What are you?"

Even I, with my experience, was stunned by your wanton, masochistic nature.

"I'm a lowly bitch, please punish me severely. Torture the bitch! Punish me until I faint,
it doesn't matter ."

You felt your genitals contracting violently. Despite still whimpering in pain from the whipping, your lowly body was
sending masochistic messages to your brain.

I knew that with a little training, you could become the best sex slave, and I was secretly pleased that you had such a constitution.

"A filthy thing like you is unforgivable. But since you're a new bitch, I'll let you choose
your punishment."

I took some photos from a wooden cabinet next to the spacious basement and threw them in front of you.

"You have one hour to choose," I said, walking out of the basement, leaving you kneeling naked inside
.

This hour will be the longest hour of your life.

My slave master put my hands behind my back, forcefully pulled my elbows together, and
tied them with hemp rope. I felt an electric shock-like pain in my shoulders, and I groaned a few times, but my master ignored me. My
breasts were erect in front of my master. My master tied my hands together with hemp rope, pulled them through the rafters, and
hung me upside down.

My master said, "Bitch, I'm going to start torturing you now. I'm going to pierce your breasts with a long needle and
then electrify it."

I pleaded, "No..." but in my heart, I was looking forward to this moment.

My master turned and went into the torture chamber, took out a 40cm long needle with a diameter of 0.5cm, and brought out a charcoal stove.
The stove was already red-hot. My master inserted the long needle completely into the stove. After a while, the long needle turned red-hot. My master
pulled out the long needle and waved it in front of me, a mysterious smile on his lips.

A chill ran through me; I knew it would hurt terribly. Before I could even process it, my master had already
pierced my left breast with the needle.

"Squeak…" I screamed, but a rag stuffed in my mouth prevented me from making a sound, only whimpering through my nose
.

A few seconds later, the needle was through my right breast, the bright red needle turning black, but the fat in my breast was still
sizzling and crackling from the heat, the air filled with the smell of burnt meat.

Strangely, it didn't hurt as much as it had at first. A jolt of electric pleasure shot through my lower body, and
my genitals became soaked… I gradually became drowsy.

My master picked up a bowl of cold water and poured it over my head: "You bitch, you're not dead! What are you pretending for!" The

cold water jolted me awake. I nodded frantically at my master, who then raised a leather whip and lashed it down on my head.
I tried to dodge, but I couldn't; my naked body swayed in the air.

Seeing this, my master's penis instantly hardened…

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