I hate that he is not a virgin to my degradation. The ghosts of the dommes he had in the past haunt me. I want that little back to arch and scream "daddy" to my utmost pleasure. I bend him down further with my heels, press in hard as he moans. He has not used the safe word once. "Slower? Do you want me to go slower?" I question as he is quaking with pleasure from being subjected to pain and shame. "No, daddy," he utters. "That's a good girl. And louder, you dirty slut," I demand. A high that...