The return of my master Federico

A few months had passed since I’d drifted away from my Master, like any restless whore looking for new sensations. It hadn’t gone well for me—casual encounters with other inexperienced Masters that only ended in forced orgasms, but without that quota of belonging I so desperately needed. I went back to my old account to see if there was any news since the last time I’d logged in, and to my surprise, there was a message from him, from my Master Federico. The message was a couple of months old, telling me he barely logged into that account anymore and signing off with a “greetings, whore.” Reading that made my whole body shudder. I didn’t waste a second replying, begging him to see my message. Days later, the encounter happened. Seeing him online made my mind shift—it clicked, putting me instantly into surrendered submissive mode. Every word he said made me feel completely handed over; the only thing crossing my mind was to obey in everything. “Hello, whore, give me your new account right now and we’ll talk there,” were his words. I obeyed blindly, feeling my nipples and my sex awaken as I did.

Once on my new account, he ordered me to give him the password. “Give me the password to your account, whore. I want to know what you’ve been up to and how much of a whore you’ve become, so I can decide whether to use you or not.” My breathing quickened. I couldn’t wait for his hands on my body.

A day passed until the message that changed my future arrived. “Tonight I will use you again, whore. Get ready because I will have no mercy for having disappeared all this time.” I swear I got wet reading that, and the wait until nightfall was excruciating.

The session was at 11 PM, but from 10 PM I was already prepared just as he had asked—completely naked, sitting in my armchair, waiting to hear the key in my door, waiting for him. At exactly 11, I heard the key turn in the lock. I felt his steps. My legs trembled, my breathing quickened. “Hello, whore. It’s clear they haven’t treated you well and you’ve come looking for this macho again.” His hands rested on my shoulders, massaging them hard. “Are you ready to really suffer, little whore?” “Yes, my Lord, I’m ready for you!” I replied. “I’m not your Lord yet, you fucking whore. I’m just going to use you like the dirty bitch you are, and I’ll see if I feel like taking you again, slut!”

Immediately, I noticed those big hands of his start to move down from my shoulders to the front. His thick fingers dug into my tits, causing me pain and excitement from this new way of squeezing me. “Did you miss these hands, whore?” “Yes, my Lord,” I replied, to which he responded with a hard upward slap to my tits, saying, “I’m not your Lord yet, whore, so you only call me ‘Sir,’ got it?” “Yes, Sir,” I replied, as his index finger and thumb took possession of my nipples, squeezing and pulling them forward. My body’s response was immediate; my mouth let out a cry of surprise and pain while my cunt began to get wet. “Are you sensitive, little whore? I see they haven’t treated you well…” he said as he stretched my nipples again, but this time twisting them a half-turn and holding them like that for 15 seconds. My body arched, trying to break free, and all I achieved was more pain and my cunt releasing more fluid, soaking my armchair. “Tonight, those tits will suffer like never before, bitch. I don’t know if you’ll hold out without saying your safeword to make me stop.” “Prepare the brush, that drill handle, the clothespins, and the clamps. I’ll make you remember how a real Master treats a female whore like you.”

To be continued….