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@vromika-oneira
Self care is letting Daddy take care of it because you’re just a stupid, dumb little baby.
"My daughter turned out fine."
Yeah. She's a good girl.
Playing with your clit while I make you watch the porn you're ashamed of liking.
"kiss me. kiss me or i'll hit you again"
Oh...please master...I'm sorry! Just let me cum~ I need it so much!
I'm sorry I teased you so much~ Please...I need it~
It tickles...it aches...please master...please let me cum!!
the most basic form of mind control is repetition. you love me. that's it, good girl. don't stop saying it. I love how your eyes look when they're all glassy and unfocused. just because you barely know what you're saying doesn't mean it isn't true. after all, the most basic form of mind control is repetition.
Instead of going slowly and giving her a way to run or simply disappear, He chose to lock her in a room where her clothes were cut off, her phone, purse and keys were taken and she was put in a cage. On her neck He put a shock collar that would serve to be her training collar. The cage was covered with a blanket and she was moved by truck to an unknown location where her training would begin.
When the blanket was removed hours later, she was truly alone.
The windows were either painted over or there were none at all. There were no noises from the outside world left and she was alone with her thoughts.
There would be no easing into this.
Hard use and the confinement of the cage would be all she knew from now on.
It was poker night and you were dressed like a Hooter's waitress. If the Hooter's uniform was a cropped Hooter's t-shirt and orange satin thong. You had some wings you made and a tray of beers for the boys.
You could hear the porn as you entered the room. It didn't take long before you realized the moans where yours. It was a video of you masterbating furiously as you described the first time your husband raped you. How powerless you felt. How ashamed you couldn't fight him off. How he taunted you with your weakness. The men laughing at you. Starting the video over so you could watch it with them.
Pulled onto your husband's lap, "Go ahead. They all know you are soaked. Masterbate in front of them." The commentary helping you cum three times much to everyone else's amusement.