Baptized in You
You forced me onto my knees by a toilet following a fierce battle where you controlled me without mercy. Bruises will soon cover my body in shades of purple, black, and blue due to your harsh grips as you tried to subdue me.
My ass is bleeding from the savage assault you inflicted on it. I'm setting the burning substance you used on fire, as I won't be able to sit comfortably for a week. The excruciating pain arouses me between my legs. You clearly pushed me beyond my limits as I clawed, bit, and struck any part of your body I could harm.
I told you that you wouldn't dare carry out your plan and escaped like a coward when a menacing glint flashed in your eyes. The savage side of you awoke, and there was no way for me to persuade you for forgiveness this time. My only respite was to be dunked in the porcelain bowl filled with your urine.
My heart speeds up when you stroke my hair and clutch tightly onto the strands on my head. Your other hand supports your erection as you pee into the toilet, watching me intently. My survival instinct kicks in, and I feel slightly uneasy for the action about to take place. My faith in you is all I have in this moment.
"You like to mock me and provoke me." You employ your eerie voice that captures my attention. "But you flee like a scared animal when the predatory beast awakens." You tighten your grip on my hair.
Tears and mucus stream from my face as I show you and plead for you not to perform the action you're about to commit. "Please, Sir." I sob. "I'm sorry." You're about to push my head into a toilet bowl filled with your urine. Naturally, I'm slightly concerned. You've urinated on me, inside me, waterboarded me, and kept my head submerged in water. But the Toilet? Really, Sir? I was joking...
Through my fear, my excitement shines in a twisted manner. My pussy is drenched and contracts for nothing. I yearn for your cock.
You jerk my head back, ripping strands from my scalp as I yelp from the sudden pain. My body shakes with a pleasurable shiver when you lean down and growl in my ear. The sound soothes me immediately. "Is that it, little girl?" You growl in my ear.
Snot and tears stream down my face as I perform for you and plead for your mercy. "Please Master." I blubber. "I'm sorry." You're about to force my head into a toilet bowl filled with your urine. Of course, I'm genuinely apprehensive. You've urinated on me, inside me. Waterboarded me. Held me under water. But the Toilet? Really, Sir? I was only joking...
Through the fear, I feel aroused. I'm desperate to be filled by your penis.
You yank my head back. Strands break from my skull as I scream at the sudden pain. My limbs quiver with a pleasing shudder when you lean down and growl in my ear. The sound calms me instantly. "Not so tough now, are you, little girl?" More wetness floods between my legs as I get lost in your voice. It's like a spell that triggers my pussy to secrete for you. You drag a finger across my slick folds and hum in appreciation before forcing your finger into my mouth and down my throat. I gag on the digit as the flavor of my juices saturates my tongue. You press it against my cheek like a hook in a fish's mouth. It's all about causing discomfort and degrading me. "You're only a whore. A warm opening for my cock." I grin around your finger at your words. I am your whore and everything else scattered.
"Your lifeline is two taps on my arm or any other place you can reach."
"Yes, Sir." I reply, nodding in understanding. Several events occur too rapidly for me to consider. I gasp for air as you push my head down into the bowl. The stench of urine overpowers my senses. Why don't you empty your bladder beforehand? I'll need to bring this up next time.
I shut my eyes just before my face collides with the water. I struggle against your hand, fighting to avoid your hold. My nose burns as it fills with your unpleasant liquid. It's a thrilling psychological torment.
Just when I begin to savor that relaxing period when one holds their breath, you release my head and I gulp deeply for air. You release your grip on my hair and my hair falls down like a curtain over my face. Urine and toilet water wet the front of my naked body. "Good girl." You say in praise before pushing my head back in.
Again, I give my utmost effort to resist. My head tosses against your unyielding hand. This time, you add to my torment by rubbing my sensitive clit. My mouth stretches wide to bellow under the water. Trusting in the fact that I've become accustomed to the taste of your urine, I can't help but acknowledge your epic sadism.
You pull me up for air sooner this time and I gasp eagerly for as much oxygen as my lungs can handle. My body is spent from the ordeal. I've been wrestled for presumably thirty minutes before you bring me here by the ankles.
I spit, refusing to consume the fluids in my mouth. "You sadistic bastard!" I curse. Your sadism is amazing, but I need to insult you to protect your confidence.
You chuckle with a menace that delights me. I wish you'd fuck me while I'm kneeling in front of you. That would be a different form of exhilaration.
I submit to your pressure without putting up a fight, surrendering to the physical and mental forces acting upon me. I can choose to leave this situation, but I enjoy the torment as much as you relish inflicting it.
This time, when you lift me up, you press my body against yours. Your hand goes around my neck, while the other travels down my torso until it rests on my clitoris. You pinch it between your harsh fingers again, eliciting my cries of delight. My body is heated up with adrenaline, and the intense desire to be violently fucked is almost unbearable. Every orifice must be filled with your semen. Bred and used until you're drained.
"Use me, Master. Please." I beg. "I need you."
"I don't need you." Your malevolent words echo in my ears, causing a similar effect to a compliment. "Or want you." Your voice sounds twisted. It chills me more than the coldest days could. It doesn't soothe my desire for you. I feel even more desperate for my climax. "Now behave and cooperate." You forcefully kiss my cheek, sealing my fate. What does your urine taste like?
Lost in lust, I don't realize what's happening until it's too late. I have no time to take a breath before you push my head back into the water again. I thought this phase was over. I thrash and splash, attempting to create the most chaos possible. I enjoy playing with our dark side, both indulging in our hidden fantasies.
You control this darkness. Nothing and no one can harm me, providing a sense of security. It's the comfort I find in our edge play. You are the scariest creature in my story. Keeping me safe from everyone and everything that isn't you. Manipulating my fears as you force me to confront them. You violate me just to heal me. You recognize me and my needs.
I recall the moment you first violated me. How liberating it was to surrender control to you. Submit like I was made for that purpose. I'd been seeking my purpose, and finally found it. Each instance of breaking me is always lovely.
I release the last breath I was holding and inhale the bubbles swirling around my face. My mind is begging me to fight harder. However, I'm too fatigued to keep struggling.
You raise me up, placing my body on the floor like a well-used doll.
I pant and gasp for air, trying to avoid noise. I hear the shower running and am eager to feel its heat. I'm so turned on and high from the rush. I desperately crave a release. Above all, I yearn to please you. Receive the sounds of your moans and groans as you climax. It's a craving that consumes me. My body and mind, trained and prepared for you.
I sense your presence nearby before you kick my thigh. It catches my attention. "You filthy slut, don't think I'm finished with you," you say. You kick again, harder this time. Your pain and degrading words excite me, reviving my body. "Stand up and undress me so I can clean you. You disgust me."
You help me stand, and I quickly remove your soaked garments. I caused an even bigger commotion than I thought and now we're both covered in a stream of your urine. I wouldn't dare say this to your face, though. My little secret.
You wash my hair and body in a quiet atmosphere. There's no praise or degradation as your fingers gently caress my skin. You offer me mercy by washing my swollen ass. I'm grateful for your kindness. You massage my scalp as you pour shampoo into my hair, and my shoulders relax upon hearing my sigh.
You lead me under the shower's warm stream, and I hastily clean the suds from your body. I do enjoy washing your physique, examining every inch of it.
I caress your cheek, tracing the new scar on your face with my fingers. I'm overwhelmed with guilt for inflicting this injury, but you return the affection with an ardent kiss. Passionate and breathless, I barely have the strength to pull away to clean your body.
My lips push against my teeth as I use the sponge to massage your chest, arms, and back. Your face has a peaceful look of wonder as you bask in my care. I locate your eyes and keep them in sight when I move back to square one and work the sponge lower, concentrating on your stiff cock. You moan, and I kneel down. Your cock bops in front of me and I gaze at it with anticipation of prize shy. Though I yearn to have you in my mouth already, I complete washing your body so you can get washed off. You may take pleasure in choking me with your soapy cock. Certainly not a notion I'd care to implant in your head.
I remain kneeling and it seems like ages as you rinse and let out loud moans and fist yourself. Your magnificent form is a sight to behold. My eye-catching First-rate.
I peep up at you with deer-eyed eyes while I patiently wait to have you in my mouth. When you finally step forward I smile up at you and grasp your cock. "Always so eager for it." You say, and I won't argue. I'm utterly addicted.
I start to move my hand in a slow tempo jerking you off. You hiss and rest your head against the shower tiles, lost in your delight. Seizing this chance, I lick the drop of precum that emerges from the top. You have a delectable taste, Sir. I can't wait for more.
I spin my tongue around your engorged, sensitive head before swallowing you as far as I can into my mouth. "Good girl." You grunt. Your compliments are like stimulants that boost my determination to gratify you further. The craving to make you cum is my only desire.
Sucking slowly, I move my tongue in ways that will please you. Your moans are like music to my ears and my pussy leaks in envy of my mouth. My throat loosens and I gulp you all in deeper, almost gagging. You probably appreciate the feeling of my throat grabbing your head, because you pull my hair and you become relentless in your pounding of my face. "I'm about to cum." You growl and I'm close to cumming myself from your words. They unleash a wave of delight that I feel throughout my body. "Get ready for it."
Your sperm covers the back of my throat with generous bursts, and I relish the taste of you as I swallow every drop. I suck ardently one last time as I dry you out.
Your dried out.
My tongue traces your sensitive head one last time and you tremble and give me an expression. I pull back swiftly, not wanting to summon any more of your insanity. "Thank you, Master." My words are gentle. Honest like, sharing genuine thankfulness. I'm so thankful for you and any opportunity I receive to serve you. For the privilege of being owned by you. You are my tranquil and my home. Whenever confusion consumes my mind and my thoughts are chaotic, it is you who keeps me steady.
"You're welcome, Princess."
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