Journey of a Pain Slut – Act 2
Their first encounter was over, but how long will this torturous man and his Little Girl be able to last without doing it all over again? PART 1 – The Guy I sat back on the large rock next to my bag. I was exhausted, but elated. This past few hours had fuelled my desires, my kinks, my perversions … and how! This girl, my Little Girl, whose actual name was still not known to me, nor mine to her, hung by her wrists above me, several feet from the ground as the dusk turned to twilight and the darkness began to descend. It had been a relatively warm December day with heavy cloud cover and a deluge of rain. But now she had stopped shaking, in fact she had stopped everything. She hung, swinging …