He crushes my hopes by laughing at me when I plead and call him sir.

"Not bad," he says as he takes hold of the rope binding my tits and pulls it, "but there's one more thing you've got to learn, and that is you don't get to decide what we're gonna do--well, you don't get to decide what you're gonna do. You don't get to come unless I tell you to, and if I want you to keep coming, that's what you're gonna do until you fucking die from it. Is that clear?" he sneers, punctuating it by lifting me by my tits, as much as my cuffed ankles allow. He keeps me hanging by my tits for a while, I can feel the pressure within them and if feels as if they are about to explode. Suddenly, he lets go of the rope so that I slam back down on the Sybian and get fucked once again by that damned rubber cock. I was gasping at the pull on the rope, and squeal in alarm when I land hard on the cock.

Jake then starts caning my tits. The sharp pain awakens something inside me. As he canes the tops of my breasts, the pain is turning into a heat that spreads to my cunt. When he turns his attention to the underside of my breasts, which, until now have been left alone, the shock of the strikes raise me slightly on the cock; making me fuck it. He does it slowly at first, then faster and faster, alternating above and below. The pain is pervasive now, and I am crying out continuously. The pain has a keen edge to it that adds to the pain on my clit and pussy. He is driving me to an eruption like none I've ever had before, and I am scared of it.

I hear Jake yell "Come for me, whore! Show the world what a dirty filthy cunt you are!"

The words shatter my world, and I throw back my head and scream as I cum hard and long. My eyes roll back in my head and I start to grind down on the rubber cock. I am shocked to realize I am leaning into the cane strikes, relishing each blow. My juices have completely covered the machine that is fucking me and I feel as if I will never be the same.