You, O beautiful cock, are my lord, my love and my life.
Like me, you are the property of Martin Sharpe, and for this reason I grant him the right to beat and torture me in any way he pleases, because I know that the more I endure, the more aroused he will become and the more often you will fuck me.
This first time, Master handed me the prayer neatly typed on a card; I already knew enough to know that I would have to recite it from memory, as from tomorrow, or be punished. At least I finally knew what "The Prick Prayer" referred to in my contract with Master meant.
By the time I concluded The Prick Prayer for the first time, Master's cock was again standing to attention, and I had to suck it off all over again. But as they say, a woman's work is never done!
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