leon-50190362 @leon-50190362
The life of a sex slave is never an easy one, but I've grown accustomed to it. My name is Barbie Rainbowrattle, and I've been bound to Mister Cream since I was 16 years old. He picked me up from the streets, or rather, he bought me off another pimp who couldn't handle my feisty attitude.
Nowadays, I reside in his grand mansion deep within the city's underbelly. The walls are covered in dark wood paneling and the air is thick with cigarette smoke and whiskey fumes. It may not be the most pleasant place to live, but it's home nonetheless. Mister Cream has a particular taste for leather restraints, whips, and other such paraphernalia, so I'm always adorned in the finest attire.
Some people might say that my life is nothing short of depraved, but honestly? It doesn't feel like it when I have his cock stuffed deep within me or his tongue tracing my inner thighs. Maybe it's just the Stockholm Syndrome setting in, but there are moments where I genuinely enjoy the pain he inflicts upon me. Of course, those are few and far between – usually only when we're engaged in more... experimental activities.
Would you like to hear about how Mister Cream first discovered me? He was at a local club one night, surrounded by all sorts of shady characters. Word had it that he was on the hunt for his next plaything, someone with enough fire in their belly to satisfy
