“Please, Master. Help me.”
“I came down to see if you were all right. You’re still standing and don’t seem to be bleeding. It may hurt a little, but I think you’ll survive.”
“But, Master….”
“No buts… stop your crying and begging. You have to be strong and take it like a man. Oh wait. You aren’t a man any more are you, slave.”
“Please, Master.”
“Are you, slave?” he asked again emphatically.
“No, I’m not a man. I’m a nothing. I’m a sissy c**k-sucking little slut.”
“So if you aren’t a man, you really don’t need those worthless little things that dangle between your legs, do you?”
“No, Master.”
“Then I’m going to let these poor little creatures finish what they have started.”
After saying that, he just turned and walked away. When he got to the trail, I begged once more.
“Please, Ma
