Master was in no mood to show any mercy on this slave of his, and now I was realizing why I shouldn't have been a brat and made that mistake. Master made sure that he made me remember where my place was, who owned me, and to whom I belonged. 

Master kept on twisting my nipples viciously; his fingers were crushing them. My hard, sensitive nipples were being manhandled nonstop. They were so sore, I was groaning, gasping, and sobbing in pain. My body was wobbling, and I could no longer stand on my feet.