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"That’s why you spent the night tied down with your ass up in the air. I’m going to bloody the hell out of it. I know we talked about me not using my single tail on you with full force. Landing forty to fifty lashes on your ass is just the beginning. I will make sure the last lash lands on your cunt lips. Should tear them up good. Then it’s a right-to-the-root fucking. Boy I want you to cry out. You won’t be able not to. It’s right into the barn afterwards for some time in the toilet box. Yeah I know, I told you that the box is not for you but for weekend slaves that are used as objects. Well, you are going in there with your balls wired up for some serious shocking. Yeah, I’m fucking up your list of limits.

"It’s just that I really want this job. I get to train actual sex slaves, not just the weekend ones we get up here. I have dreamed of it for pretty much most of my life, ever since I learned how my dick gets rock hard when I wield this single tail. To abuse fagmeat the way I want without worrying about the boy’s feelings and shit is so fucking awesome. Boy we have been together for six years now, and I have gotten to know you. But you aren’t really a slave to me. I know I have been your world ever since you severed your ties to your family and friends on our first anniversary. That’s why I will be offering you as a slave to be sold to The Hierarchy. That should show them that I am serious. You’ll probably be my personal slave for a bit, but if they want to sell you, they will. I will have nothing to say about it. They are slave traders; that’s what they do. They have been doing this for fifteen to twenty years now. And it is understood that potential slave traders offer up someone personal.