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The vibrator turns on and says, "Play with yourself, pet. We want to hear you say that line from the movie, 'I fucked her Master's cock and she fucked me back'." The rest of the footage is either cut out or shows a fairly standard view of my naked body. "Does the vibrator turn on and off", it asks, "or do you prefer having someone do it for you?" The answer, so obviously contradictory, shocks me. "Yes, pet, it does turn on and off." It also adds to the excitement. I feel a quick jolt of electricity as my hand is brought down by the cord, dropped onto the carpet. My pants are left on as I wait. "Hello," he says, "My name is Camsoda Dat Bitch Named Juicy. Call me Camsoda Dat Bitch Named Juicy. I have a few rules for you." The weight of the body that I have just thrown on the floor and the electricity coursing through my veins tell him that he can expect to see me a lot more. "Is there anything you wish from me?" he asks gruffly. "No, sir," I hiss, "I would only like to be your student. I am only 18 and I just turned 18 this month. I have only been with a woman for about six months, and that was about the same time that I had my sex with my 18-year-old self.

I am pretty well established as a submissive and slave brat, don't you think?" "What do you think, Ms. Camsoda Dat Bitch Named Juicy?" he asks, holding my warm blue eyes with the hope that it will please him. "I would die if I ever got a chance to fuck you. Would you like to fuck me? Would you like to have sex with me?" I shake my head, knowing that if he says this I'll end up with a dozen tails on my feet, and his Camsoda Dat Bitch Named Juicy will be pulled up and down, my crop will be whipped off my body, and my ass will probably be broken. "Would you like to fuck me?" he asks in a cocky tone. "Please, Camsoda Dat Bitch Named Juicy. I only want to come when I feel my pussy is ready. When my orgasm hits me. If I haven't been busy fucking some other whores, I might still want to fuck you, but I want to fuck you now. Terry, I need to come" "Why, Ms. Camsoda Dat Bitch Named Juicy, you seem to already be coming," he smiles. "Nod it out loud, you little slut. I've only been with a woman for about six months.

You know that my need to come comes from not being able to find anyone else. I've barely had time to play with myself and get my cunt wet enough to come. I've had to come in so many ways to come." He pushes me back towards the bed, and dares me to almost disobey. I cling to the edge, desperately trying to please my Master, wanting to come, even at the risk of more punishment, for not being able to come. I eat my pussy dry and the screams of my Master fill the air, even as a sweet warmth pulses through my body. When I think I'm finished, I can't help the excitement that builds within me. I can't help it. All these years, I've been a stay-at-home kind of woman, and my all-American boytoy has never had the courage to come out and tell me so. My single main source of excitement these days is the excitement of watching my Master fuck other men. I watch in fascination as he fucks older, stronger, more experienced whores than I've ever seen him fuck anyone in my life. I build quickly, with nothing at stake, I rush to orgasm after orgasm, crying out loudly in ecstasy. When I'm finished, I lay exhausted and shocked on the bed, gasping for breath and unable to do anything to jiggle my bruised and sore body. "Just then, Ms..