My skin stung and itched and felt numb and then stung again. My chest hurt from screaming but I kept my head up looking into the camera because that i... what Daddy wanted. “Tell them who you are, Krystenah,” Daddy commanded. “I’m your Slut, Daddeeeee.” “What else?” He laid the belt across my thighs and strapped them hard, slowly, again and again and again. “Your Bitch, your Fucktoy, your Slave, MasterDaddy, your Slave…Owwweeeeee, please Daddy, fuck me, fuck me, Master” I started to bawl openly,. Drunk she might be, but she wasn’t stupid and she was sure to deduce her son’s illicit desire. If she could bring herself to accept that such a thing was even possible. He hoped not.“I’m, uh, going to go change. Don’t leave yet, okay?” she asked.“Sure, Mom.”She disappeared down the hallway leaving her son to sag heavily against the wall, his heart hammering. He told himself just how stupid he was to slip up not once, but twice. She was drunk, though, and there was a good chance she wouldn’t. More

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