Shemale

I looked up at my master worshipfully. I was upside down, legs spread and hanging from the ceiling by my ankles. My arms were outstretched, palms nailed down to the floor, the little stumps that had once been fingers and thumbs twitching now and then uselessly.

My head was on the floor, bald permanently now as my master enjoyed branding, and he’d covered my whole head in brands. It looked hideous, but he liked it. My crotch was just as hideoulsy branded, but I didn’t mind it so much there, as the scarred skin meant I felt the pain less under torture.

“Maybe today, he muttered, taking hold of his cock. He kicked my head, and I opened my mouth quickly. The piss hit my face before settling on my mouth, and I let the piss pool and overflow, blinking up at him through the sting to watch out for the nod that told me to swallow. It didn’t come, and I lay there, piss cooling in my toilet mouth, waiting. Maybe today.

~the end~

Again, this was supposed to be longer, and it’s just a rough draft. If you want to write more, I’d love it I’m done. That goes for all of my playgrounds too. J