His mocking words wound me deeply as he reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out a red rubber ball that dangles menacingly from a black leather strap. My eyes widen again in terror from not knowing what it is as I cower in my bondage out of fear that it is some kind of new torture device, breaking down and bawling pitifully under the oppressive exhaustion as I know I cannot take any more torment. I vehemently shake my head, pleading with him as if I thought my ordeal was over, having no idea what more he could possibly want from me, “No, please! What is that? Let me go, please! Please, I gave you what you wanted!” He violently shoves the rubber ball against my mouth as I clench my jaw as tightly as I can, trying to resist its unwanted intrusion. He presses harder, “Let you go? We’re just getting started,” he says with a lighthearted chuckle. Then his tone turns instantly angry, “Now, open up, bitch!” he growls at me as I continue to press my lips together, jerking my head around as I futilely try to pull my mouth away from him, attempting to fight him off.
He reaches down and yanks harshly on the chain between my nipple clamps as my entire body jerks graphically from the sudden, piercing pain on my already sore and aching nipples. I cry out as I whimper, my jaw opening just enough to give him sufficient leverage to force the rubber ball inside my mouth, his strength overpowering me. “Now you’re gonna start getting picky about what I shove in your mouth?” he says to taunt me with the fact that I just sucked his cock as he chuckles wickedly again.
His voice gets stern again with me as he shoves my head forward, “Get your fucking head down, slut!” he barks at me as he brushes my flowing hair out of his way, “You spit that out and those clamps ain’t never comin’ off those titties and I’m gonna whip that tiny sissy dick of yours until it don’t work no more.” He buckles the ballgag brutally tight so that it tugs back uncomfortably on the corners of my mouth, the firm rubber ball plunging deeply into my mouth, wedging my jaw apart so that my mouth is held suggestively open. I am overcome by the foul taste of the rubber ball, my mouth reflexively flooding with saliva to deal with its pungent flavor as I bite down on the ball, searching for any relief from its intrusive and overwhelming size.
He yanks back on my hair, forcing me to look up at him so he can see my ballgagged face, his cum still coating it. A sinister smile forms on his face as he coldly says, “There, that’s better. A sissy cocksucking slut should always have something in her mouth.” Right as he says that, I feel a pool of drool building up at the corners of my mouth behind my ballgag as I try to slurp it back, wanting desperately to keep it in my mouth. I cry out in hopeless frustration as the way the ball wedges my mouth open and how deeply the straps pull back on the corners of my lips make it impossible for me to hold back the drool collecting behind my ballgag as it fills my mouth. A thick yet perfectly clear strand of drool slips out from the right corner of my mouth, dangling down as it slowly lengthens under the pull of gravity until it drips down onto the modest contour of the top of my right breast. Before I even feel it coming, another line of drool escapes out of the other corner of my mouth and as I try to quickly adjust the gag to catch it, more drool leaks over the middle of my lower lip, dripping down over my chin. I feel the utter humiliation as the drool begins to coat my upper chest, making it glisten with its wetness as I feel like a slobbering mess, pathetically drooling all over myself as I am so helpless that I cannot even control my own saliva.
My captor shows me no mercy, taking the opportunity to mock me as he sees me trying to slurp back the drool, “That’s my girl, suck on that gag like it’s my cock! Look at you, drooling all over yourself like a pathetic whore.” He calmly slips his softening cock back into his pants, zipping them back up before buckling his belt closed. Then he reaches into his other pants pocket as he delights in his cruel tone, “I’ve got another present for you, bitch. And I think you’re gonna like what I got you, I know you’ve earned it.”
I wait in anguish, knowing based on his perverse enjoyment that I am going to hate it. He pulls out a black leather strap and at first I am confused as to what it is. He then arranges it between his hands before showing it to me. My eyes widen in shock as my heart drops, feeling the sinking emptiness of being totally defeated as I see the word “S-L-U-T” spelled out in large silver block letters. I kneel there paralyzed, afraid to move or protest as my nipples and cock can’t take any more torture as he reaches with the leather strap towards my slender and vulnerable neck. I feel him wrap it around my neck as he buckles the back of it as I realize with dread that it is a slave collar. He smiles wickedly as he looks me over, “Awww, don’t you look lovely. It goes perfectly with my cum all over your pretty face.”