Daddy was different lately. He had hurt her, beaten her up, and had whipped her.
And Katie had loved every seccond of it. Her hands were tied to the bed, everything hurt, and having constant orgasms that she couldn't and didn't even want to stop. It was absolutely exhausting, and sweat was stinging her eyes, but it wasn't enough. Katie wanted more, she needed more. And she just couldn't wait for daddy to come home.
Her polses were raw and bleedy from her own wrestling. And even with het slow brain, she knew she couln't break free, not without breaking a few fingers first. But she was scared. Snapping her thumb, her pinky. It would hurt like hell. Even though she knew it would send her mind to blisss, Katie had trouble gathering the strenght to do it.
An finally, she finally broke her hands and was free. Orgasm after orgasm hit her. Waves of intense pleasure sent her mind to space. She almost couldn't breath with her heart beating so high up in her throat. And the pleasure was only getting worse. The blissfull pain of pushing herself up came with another intense orgasm. So intense that she had to lay down for over an hour untill the pleasure ebbed away a bit.
Still with her mind high with pain, Katie walked to the bathroom. It didn't took long until she found the razors daddy shaved her body with.
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