Don't Fuck with Sir

I've been a bad girl, and you are punishing me for it, I did not realize what you meant when you said you would give me no quarter.

I'm trussed tightly, but not so much as to deny me the futility of struggling in my bonds, to a large wooden bench, head low, bottom raised and displayed, my mouth stretched by a large red ball-gag. I grunt and struggle as you, telling me what a stupid, arrogant cunt I am, coldly insert a large metal hook into my tight anus, which you then tie with rope to my hair, forcing my head upright; an attentive little bitch for her Master.

You cane my ass, then my cunt, hard, over and over, not letting up...I cry and drool from my gag as you crush me like a fucking insect. I'm helpless and squirming, reduced to nothing more than a toy...then you clamp my tits and clit, and chain them together, then attach them to a larger chain connected to the wall.

More cunt-caning follows, I'm beaten raw and conquered, but you reveal a cruel new weapon to subjugate me; pleasure. You stuff my tight twat with a huge dildo...its girth makes me shudder and grunt into my gag like a pig. You attach three vibrators to my crotch and turn them right up. Oh fucking god...please...oooh fuuuck!

I want to say sorry, I beg, plead at you with wide, tearful eyes, but you don't do mercy. A machine behind me is switched on, which pounds the big dildo in and out of my squelching cunt, while a video camera records my disgrace.

"See what happens to bad girls who try to fuck with Sir?" you say, as you slap my face hard and calmly sit in a nearby chair, perusing your mobile phone as my brain and cunt spasm into submissive defeat.