He bought a new toy for me. Stupidly, I pointed it out to Him and asked very sweetly for it. I now am seriously regretting my decision. He has always found ways to hurt me with things I thought I would love.
Vaginal stretching is a good example of this. I enjoy stretching to a point, and the orgasms I have when stretched tight are amazing and intense. So apparently the Sadistic Owner logic dictates that I should reach my limit as far as stretching goes, and then have a wonderfully exhausting orgasm…and then another, and another until my abs ache and my cunt quivers in fear. The more I beg to stop the more He feels I need.
Talk about perverting something dear to someone…
So, anyways, back to the picture. The new toy is a Wartenburg Wheel, and I have this suspicion, unfounded I am sure, that it won’t be used in the fashion I hoped.
I’d ask why He keeps bringing me to the store, but I think I know. I’m such a dedicated bus-thrower that in absence of other victims I throw myself.