Panty code - red

Red

The colour of the fallen or scarlet woman. When worn by a slut like me means the same. There's no coaxing needed, no teasing or finesse. A slut wearing red panties is signalling her simplest desire - to have her body firmly handled and be brought to crushing orgasm after orgasm.

When Miss sees the flash of red panties there's just time to wrench them off her slut's body, shove them in her filthy mouth and grab a firm handful of knoblet. Lube is appreciated but not needed as hands are swiftly folded behind back as Miss forcefully rips an orgasm from her shrieking and juddering slave.

Simply bound to prevent her wandering off Miss returns after a drink of water and a stretch of legs to find her slave lying where she's been bound and ready for round two. Some lube and nipple pinching sends her swiftly over the edge again, shrieking as her sensitive knoblet spurts once more.

Sleep may provide a brief respite. But when waking it is to more sexual destruction.  The lead up to each orgasm gets gentler now, coaxing and tender but the finish gets harder - the reddened knoblet more and more sensitive as the orgasms continue. The nipples get more and more involved as Miss draws more unwanted climaxes until at last her slut is sexually broken both in the sense of defeated and in the sense of a sex that no longer works. The knoblet will no longer rise. The knoblet will no longer spurt. It is red and sore and its chest is likewise.

Sleep will claim her gurl, but in the morning she will wake to find her recovering boy clit is in her Mistress' hand and her wakefulness will be to another agonising orgasm. And only physical escape will stop his dearest Miss.


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