This morning started with my pussy still sore from last night’s intense session, but Sir didn’t let that stop him. Before I even left for work, he had me cumming multiple times, reminding me of my place as his desperate, obedient slut. I could barely function as I left for work, trembling with the aftershocks of the morning’s relentless pleasure.

The office felt like a prison today, each moment dragging as I thought about the ecstasy Sir had already given me. By midday, the heat in the office was unbearable, and I seized the chance to go home early. Little did I know, Sir had plans to push me further than ever before.

In the afternoon, Sir decided to break me completely. He commanded me to use my toy, turning the vibrations up to levels that made me scream with desperate pleasure. “Take it, slut,” , “I want your cunt to be completely broken by the time I’m done with you.”

I lost track of time and reality as orgasm after orgasm was forced out of me. Each wave of ecstasy blended into a haze of pleasure and pain. My pussy throbbed and ached from the relentless use, but I couldn’t stop. Sir’s control was absolute, driving me to the edge and beyond. I was soaked, a messy, dripping testament to his dominance, juices running down my thighs and soaking the sheets.

“Yes, Sir! More, please!” I begged, a mix of desperation and submission. “Break me, use me, I’m your worthless whore.”

By the end of the session, I was utterly destroyed. My pussy was beyond sore, tender, and thoroughly used—a true testament to Sir’s unyielding dominance. I was a trembling, breathless mess, completely shattered by the intense pleasure and pain he had inflicted.

In the evening, my boyfriend wanted some attention too. I was thankful that he only wanted my mouth, as my pussy was still recovering from the day’s brutal session. When he indicated his desire, I eagerly got to work, grateful for a task that didn’t involve my overworked and aching cunt.

I knelt before him, my lips parting as I took him into my mouth. The familiar taste and texture were a welcome change from the intensity of earlier. I focused on every movement, my tongue swirling around the tip, teasing and pleasing him. I could feel him growing harder with each stroke of my tongue, his pleasure evident in the soft groans escaping his lips.

I worked my way down his length, taking him deeper into my mouth, my tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft. I wanted to give him everything, to show him how much I appreciated this moment of reprieve. My hands gripped his thighs, steadying myself as I moved up and down, my lips creating a tight seal around him.

He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my movements, and I followed his lead willingly. The act of giving him pleasure was a soothing balm to my own worn-out body. I relished the control he had over me, even in this moment, and it made me work harder, wanting to bring him to the edge and beyond.

I increased the pace, my head bobbing faster as I sucked him eagerly. His breathing grew heavier, his grip on my hair tightening as he neared his climax. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, and I knew he was close. I doubled my efforts, my tongue and lips working in unison to push him over the edge.

With a final, guttural moan, he came, filling my mouth with his release. I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste and the satisfaction of knowing I had pleased him. As I pulled back, I looked up at him, my eyes full of devotion and gratitude.

Pleasing him with my mouth was a welcome change, and I was able to focus on giving him the pleasure he desired without the strain on my sore pussy. It was a perfect end to an incredibly intense day.

As I lay in bed, trying to recover from the day’s relentless torment, I can’t help but feel a deep sense of fulfillment. Sir had pushed me to my absolute limits, breaking me down and building me up with every command. I was his, completely and utterly, every part of me aching for more of his control.

Tomorrow, I hope to go back to being denied orgasms, as my pussy needs a rest. The thought of being denied and teased excites me just as much

Forever your desperate, broken, soaked whore, Rosie x