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My Master is forcing me to sit here and type this post to further my humiliation and shame. He is teaching me another lesson in humility and submission. My tits are bruised and have burns on them from his vile lesson today.
Master brought me to his special play room. He roughly grabbed my arms and secured me to the St. Andrews cross. Master walked up to me and commanded that I will learn my lesson in humility the hard way. He then picked up several clothes pins and began to attach them to my tits. The pain was so intense I began to wail and whimper, pleading for mercy from Master. My Master stated, "You are a old fucking BDSM sex slave! Nothing but a washed up whore. Shut the fuck up and endure the lesson that has to be taught." My vision began to blur and I was screaming from the pain. Master responded by slapping me hard across the face and inserting a gag in my mouth. He then placed the satin blindfold over my eyes, so I could not see what he was going to do to me. My body is screaming from the pain but my pussy is beginning to drip.
I could hear Master walk away from me. Relief washed over my aching body. My relief was only temporary as I heard the distinctive sound of a lighter. I filled with dread, knowing what was to come. I could hear Master walk back towards me and my body tensed just from the thought of the intense pain to come. I began to fight my restraints but that resulted in causing myself more pain from the leather cutting into my flesh.
All of a sudden, I felt the hot wax being dripped on my already aching tits, my sensitive skin felt like it was scorched. I began to cry as the pain intensified as Master dripped the hot wax to my nipples. My nipples felt like they were going to melt off my body......
