My heterosexual slave from Torremolinos 4

The following 10 minutes were spent with him eating my cock, trying to hold it as long as he could in the back of his throat, but since he didn't manage to make me cum in that time, I decided he deserved a new punishment. I drank what was left of the second beer and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him back to make him stop sucking.

"I'm tired, bitch, you haven't managed to get my cum out. Go to the kitchen and bring me two more beers while I think about what punishment you deserve for being useless."

"But, love..."

The moment he opened his mouth, I gave him a loud slap in the face and shouted:

"Don't dare to complain again and obey! I assure you that you won't like seeing your master angry."

When he came back with the beers, I ordered him to lie down on the floor, and once he did, I made him eat my ass, squatting in front of his face. When I got tired of his licks, I sat down on his face, leaving him breathless for a few seconds, which I took advantage of to take a swig of beer. I got up to turn around and sat down on his chest.

"I think my slave is tired, I'm going to be good and give you something to drink. Open your mouth," I ordered.

I took a big swig of beer, letting the barley warm up in my mouth for a few seconds, and started spitting it slowly into his mouth while the bitch was drinking.

"Do you want more?" I asked, not waiting for the answer, and repeated the operation three times until I finished the can. I got up to get the second one and took the opportunity to grab the bag I had brought from the kitchen earlier to pour its contents next to his head, a bunch of clothespins. "I've been good and let you rest for a moment," I said, sitting down on his belly, "so let's continue. I'm going to put clothespins wherever I feel like it, and you'd better not dare to shout or protest, or the punishment will be worse."

I picked up a clothespin and put it on his right nipple, a second one on the left, and he clenched his mouth tightly, trying not to make a sound. I sat down on his knees with a clothespin in each hand, looking at his face of terror, and put them on his balls with care so they wouldn't come off.

"What do you like, slut?" I asked, getting up and walking around him while drinking beer.

"Yes, master," he answered, moaning, and I took advantage of the moment to put two more clothespins near his cock.

"The bad thing about drinking too much beer is that then I don't stop pissing," I said, finishing the contents of the can. "So I'm going to keep giving you something to drink, so you're well hydrated. Swallow quickly," I said, pissing on his genitals slowly, holding back my stream as much as I could to go up his abdomen, his tits, and finally his face. When I finally pointed my piss at his open mouth, I increased the force, making him swallow desperately. Once I finished, I stood there observing him rubbing his eyes from the stinging...