Chapter 60 Bdsm 9

Diana's POV - There was no guilt in my master's eyes. His facial expression made it flawlessly clear that every movement was nonetheless controlled and deliberate. He paused to pull once more on the chains of the clover clamps, taking a second to tug them, stretching my pussy lips painfully, and a few experiences of brokenness sank in. Pain at the peak of greater pain. He squeezed the plunger of the inflatable toy in my ass and I heard a sexual moan, knowing best that it was me making that sound. I was floating more than high, so even if I blinked at that second, it was a movement that interested me without being associated with pain.The Master met my gaze and his smile became sinful, his demon mask deserved. I was taken directly into an experience of timelessness and screamed with the following strip. He made me bleed more and more, I knew I was bleeding so much and I watched his face to see how much he enjoyed bleeding.