This story is a bit of an older one, but much like wine it has aged wonderfully. I was beginning my fuckdoll training and my owner decided that my pain tolerance needed to be worked on. To remedy this, he brought me to a sadist. After all a good whore gets wet when she’s hurts. Upon arrival I was stripped naked, fastened to the ceiling and my beloved shock collar was wrapped around my pale neck. I could feel my cunt dampening as it was tightened around my throat. I was quivering with anticipation.
My owner approached first, fastening nipple bells to me and keeping me still by jamming his fingers in my ass. The sadist warmed up the front of my thighs. With every swat my bells rang out, filling the room with my aroused moans and small jingles. To really show me that I was at the bottom of the hierarchy of the house, the sadists sub was allowed to abuse me. She had some pent-up aggression and she made sure to take it out on me. My owner enjoyed the show with a glass of wine as I moaned like the fuckpig I am.