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Blue collar Master, white collar slave Part 2

now very grateful that Daddy ordered me to constantly wear a diaper in

these last few weeks. I have already soiled myself several times when

thinking it over and the matter is not improved when I look again at the

material Daddy has given me to "assist me in my decision". The pictures

are the same as before, but then I was more focused on the pictures of

castrated slave-boi than of snuffed slaves, whereas now I know that

unless I leave I will end up just as Daddy's past slaves: strangled

after a prolonged and vicious torture session.

In the end the decision is just as easy as the decision to let Daddy

take my teeth and my balls. I belong to Daddy and I owe him everything.

Without him I am nothing, so why should I try going on without him? If

he wants to strangle me and if that pleases him, then that is not only

my duty but my pleasure. I exist only to please Daddy. I will remove my

diaper and wait by the door so that he knows that my only wish is to

please him.

Daddy has done everything to me that I ever dared hope for. I have no

idea if he has tortured me only for hours or if he has been at it for

days and it doesn't matter. When I look down my body I see the same

thing Clarence must have seen right before he was garotted. My tiny limp

cock is nailed to the pole that fills me up to the point where my

insides are irrevocably damaged and through the haze of extreme pain I

can see the soles of my stilettos pointing upwards, my legs strapped

shin to thigh. The intensity of the torture has surpassed even what

Daddy displayed when he first took me and I would thank him if I could.

But my voice has been ruined by frantic screaming and now I have run out

of time and air. Some time ago, minutes or hours I don't know, Daddy

showed me the broad, white leather belt that he now using to garotte me

with. I can't breathe, my whole body screams for air, spots are

appearing in front of my eyes and I'd convulse if I had any movement

left. But I am far too well tied and far too broken to move anything but

my head and even my movement of that is limited. As I twitch I feel more

than see Daddy slide his weapon into my wide open mouth, into my

toothless hole and begin to fuck my face as the final convulsion wrack

my body. I love Daddy.

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