Turning into a slut

I was sold to him after being kidnapped. He frisked me away; I yet don't know where. He fed me dates and caviar and oysters. I was cleansed and perfumes. Being held in a dark cave in gold chains, golden rings encircling my taut nipples as he examined me as if I were goods. He would coat his fingers with oil, drip it down my body and massage me till I was supple as a cat. He would pull thin gold chains on my nipple rings and drag me around; I was his pet; he was my master. He would whip me till my butt cheeks were red; then insert the whip handle deep inside till I throbbed and squirted all over his hand. He would taste me, then keep his hand out so that I may lick myself off his hand. He would then take off his robes and show his beautiful cock pulsating against his fingers. I would slip a cock ring; lubricating my way with my tongue. I was not allowed to touch his cock with anything other than my mouth. I took that as a challenge; sucking blowing; his cock and balls so deep down my throat that I thought I would choke from ecstasy. It was at this moment his hands would squeeze my neck and my breasts simultaneously and I would cum once again all over him.