Pain slut

His slut

I am what I am. I make no excuses or try to mask it with a pretty ribbon and bow. I yearn for the pinch of your pin, I whimper at the constant pressure, wiggle in a pool of needy lust as the pain increases into a blazing inferno. The moment you clamp your girls nipples with the pins she transforms.

I am your girl until the pins appear, then I am your pain slut, begging for more, begging for less. Always begging!

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