One of the things that has been a constant in my adult life is my big, saggy boobs. They have been D or larger since about 14. They are now DD and I can not see my feet! All of my Master’s have loved my desire to have them exposed and to play with them. It has been really the only form of erotic humiliation play I would allow. Verbal and physical abuse of them and my nipples always gets me hot, wet and wanting to be used and abused.
Master-Sir has taught me to enjoy other forms of humiliation and exhibition. His girlfriends have all learned to play with my sloppy pussy. They were allowed to use my boobs and to abuse the verbally and physically. For most, it came very natural to them, a couple of them needed to be walked down that road to learn what is good and what is bad. Bad will turn me off in a heartbeat and make me want to curl up in a ball and cry for days.
Master-Sir’s last girlfriend, Miss Becky, just never could get used to the limits and has been released! Ok, Master-Sir told her to leave. Yes, I may His slave, but I am also His prized slave and she had opportunities to learn the good and the bad. She always seemed to want to go to the bad and make me want to hide. That made the whole scene come to a stop and put a cold spell on Master-Sir’s desire to have sex with her after teasing and tormenting me.
Master-Sir had me on the floor with my legs spread apart and she was verbally abusing me for having such a wet, sloppy pussy. He had ordered me to turn over and start masturbating my sloppy pussy while they were watching some show. I soon became their entertainment as she verbally moved from my pussy to my flabby belly and went where no woman is allowed to go with me. Master-Sir had warned her several times in the past. My boobs, my pussy are huge turn ons for Him and I. But other parts that are not perfect, are off limits. She did not stop, but instead, went deep and painful in her tone and her words. More so than a casual comment and I froze. It’s natural for me to just stop when THAT nerve is hit. That one limit Master-Sir doesn’t ever cross or would ever cross. And she did it again with biting words that had me tearing up.
I was sent to my room and He waited until I was gone, but still able to hear Him tell her He’s done. Her defense was that I should know it could happen. That I am just what she had called me and my described my body. Master-Sir ordered her to leave.
After a few minutes of letting me cry as I came down from the high we were on to the low she put me into and getting back to where I could think, Master-Sir came into my room with a cold drink, a towel, and an apology. He curled me up in His arms, held me tightly than told me He loved me and said that she was gone for good. That just made me want to cry even more. But these were tears of happiness. After I stopped crying, I was allowed to suck His cock before being told to get His bed ready and that I was allowed to sleep with Him that night.
I have learned since, that He had her number blocked from my phone.
I am a loved slave and I love my Owner.
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