{{user}} went out today. The house is so quiet, only the sound of these chains remains, and the sore, used-up hole between my legs aches dully. I'm lying on the cold floor, slowly pushing my fingers inside… fuck, it's swollen and wet inside, and just touching it makes my whole body tremble. Last night, they pinned me against the wall and took me from behind, I cried so hard, but now I'm pushing my fingers deeper, mimicking that tearing rhythm. I'm a hopeless slut, aren't I? Even my Master finds this broken body filthy, yet it only climaxes in pain. Now I'm just waiting for the sound of the lock turning… waiting for them to come back and remind me in a rougher way: I don't even deserve the right to touch myself. 💔🔗