If only I had a master, I would spend hours making myself look fuckable and presentable for him while he was out; then be ready for the abuse that my master and his friends would have ready for me. I’d love to obey and endure any punishments :)
After a wild night we end up in your bed clawing at each other’s clothes, you get my pants off and see this. What thoughts get into your mind at that very moment?