I am vaguely aware that someone is talking to me. My entire being is focused on my tits, my pussy, and the man with the cane. I am almost ready to beg for more when I feel sharp pain as my hair is pulled. I moan with the pleasure of it. My eyes are having trouble focusing and I am hoping it is the man with the cane pulling on my hair, ready to shove his hard cock in my mouth. I feel as if I could swallow it whole right now. My mouth waters and my throat spasms in response to my thoughts, as if my mouth is cumming.

The hand leaves my hair and I almost cry out in despair, only to moan again when I feel sharp pain in my breasts. The pain continues on and on as I pant and moan. I am once again arching my back and leaning into the pain. Something new starts and I hiss in response. It is hot, fluid and sharpens the hurt in my tits. My eyes roll back with the intensity and I am drooling, my body twitching with spasms.

The fire in my tits intensifies as I feel the ropes loosen. They burn and sting as the blood rushes back into them. I have another large orgasm as a result and moan loudly, too tired to scream. I feel hands gently lift me off of the rubber cock and lay me down on the floor. My arms are painful as I lay on them, but I do not have the strength to move. I lay and wait and hope for more.