Changing Life Goals

*Smack* The hand came down on My ass again. How many times was this? I couldn’t remember

“…3? Sir”

*Smack*, “wrong slut. We will start over” came the mystery man’s voice.

I have no idea how long I’ve been here. I’ve cum so many times I can’t remember what I was even doing before this. All I know is I’m still bent over at the waist, my arms painfully behind my back attached to the ceiling, a vibrator in my pussy, and clamps attached to my nicely proportioned C cups.

*Smack*. “1. Sir” I said wearily. Already I could feel another orgasm building.