I'm still here

Still doing nasty things -

Waiting for my owner to find me, collar me, leash me -

I know your there and I'll wait for you -
I'm prepared to bear your markings -
My first offering to show commitment is as you've requested bare breasts tightly bound and clamped waiting for your first unforgiving hundred lashes........
I can hear my screams as each lash lands breaking taut blue flesh....
Searing pain...nipples mangled......counting 51, 52, 53, 54 and on and on.
When it's done you salt them, bind them up and inform me when the bandages come off .......
my tits oops your tits will naked be forever.......wherever......whomever's there....
they'll be permanently marked and on display ... like a sideshow for all who pay
to see them without mercy daily bound and beaten -
to hear your screams and revel in your tears
afterward some paying more to wield the flogger
unending torment there's no escaping

without fail each evening you salt and tightly bind with bandages my battered beaten breasts
each morning with sadistic pleasure you unbind the bloody, swollen flesh
squeezing, pincnhing, testing,
then comes the pans of ice and water 33 degrees - nipples frostbit, cold, without feeling
now we slowly heat the water melting ice
now begins the hated heating
the water starts to form tiny bubbles
and still you refuse to stop and then the waters simmering
you smile with glee as if slowly cooking my breasts is normal
you never let the water boil just a steady simmer
my frostbitten nipples have been saved you say
and I thank you for it all - I even beg for your permission to continue simmering my breasts
I cry from the pain as you turn up the heat and still I plead with you to allow me to suffer more
permission granted - timer set - my breasts will cook for twenty more minutes
five minutes in the pain is unbearable - I'll never make fifteen more -
you lift my skirt and fulfill my request to suffer for you with a fifteen minute caning
you dry my breasts kneading them like bread dough and turning your attention to the tender underside you quickly with the slapper complete the mornings wound care

I beg you to fuck me
to fondle my cunt
you have me squat
a fingertip brushes my clit
I shudder and begin to cry
tears of pain and pleasure
you promise me sweet orgasm
but it's not your hand
it's a greedy lapping tongue
nose and mouth buried between my folds licking chewing
trying to suck the juices from the folds of my hot spasming cunt
omg it's licking my g spot
and as the waves of pleasure rack my body
omg that's my cervix
I begin to cry I wanted HIM to touch me
but instead he used the dog

my naked tortured tits display my slavery for the world to see
but when it's just the two of us the real poof of my submission and slavery is not
when each day I present said same tits for freezing and simmering like pot roast, my naked tits were his from day one.

NO it's when, for his touch I plead and beggggg and, he spreads my legs and gives my dripping cunt to his dog as a reward and I squat there, with tears pouring from my broken heart, and present my self a slave to be given to and used by whom HE WISHES even when it's his dog.
I hear him talk to the dog about my cunt as if it were a meaty bone and laugh while I lay there begging him to hurt me just to feel his touch. His response: Maybe I'll just keep you for a doggie treat - it's nice to watch you writhe in pleasure and see your complete humiliation while the dog sucks licks and chews you to orgasm after orgasm. That's the proof I cannot leave! That I AM HIS SLAVE!!