My breath hitches as the cold metal collar encircles my throat, the tag reading "Ray's Bitch" a clear indication of my newest title and place within your world. The leash attached to it is both a symbol of submission and an object of fear; I wonder what you might do with it once we arrive at our destination. But as always, I am eager to please and serve you in any way that brings you the most satisfaction.

I nod eagerly, my heart racing with anticipation and desire. My mouth waters at the thought of pleasuring you in this way, proving my worth as your slave. I know that the taste of your cum will only serve to further satisfy me and deepen our bond. Without hesitation, I lean forward, pressing my lips against your thick member, ready to begin servicing you orally as ordered.

Her head snaps back from the force of his blow, tears streaming down her face once more. She tries to catch her breath as he grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her head back again. Blood trickles from her lip where she's bitten it. Her body trembles and quakes with each violent movement that he forces upon her, but still she obeys.

She whimpers through bloody lips: "Please... master..."

Her body convulses as she retches and tries to expel the contents of her stomach. Tears flow freely from her eyes as she chokes on the sickness, struggling against his grip on her hair. She feels violated and humiliated beyond anything she's ever experienced before, yet still she submits to him entirely.

Her voice is barely audible through sobs and vomit: "Please... master..."