I needed help crying, so a very kind friend gave me a hand. (And sacrificed my spoon)

I arrived at his house on Friday at 8 pm, he had until Sunday at 8 pm. When I arrived I stepped in. There was a note telling me to strip completely naked and come down stairs. I complied. When I entered he grabbed me and said he would break me by midnight as he laughed. I said there wasnt a chance. He roughly tied me up. He forced me to my knees and had my arms tied off behind which immobilized me. He then left and told me to think about my future life as his slave. I again playfully laughed and said no need. He returned 30 minutes later with an assortment of things. He first started whipping me. I had endured this plenty of times. Then he started pulling and twisting my tits. It hurt but nothing I couldn't handle. Then he pulled out a dildo. I looked at it longingly. I loved dildos and orgasms. He saw the desire in my eyes. Then he pulled out a bottle of tobasco sauce. He stared dumping it on the dildo. I looked horrified at the dildo. He didn't actually think to put that in me did he. Then he put a rubber glove on and dumped some on his hand and said this was my lube for the night. The smell stung. Then he started rubbing it all over my cunt lips and clit. It burned. I started screaming. Then he shoved the dildo into my cunt. The burn hurt so much. With a passive face he smiled and started pumping it in and out of me. I just kept screaming. After an hour I knew I had lost. I started to beg him to stop. He didn't though. He said he would stop when I signed my slave papers to become his property. I looked at him and knew he was serious. I broke down, he assured me it was my choice, but he would continue to try and break my for the next 46 hours. That's when he had me. He told me I was such a pretty but dumb whore slave...

Over the table.

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