Slapped Slut

Standing in a corner, dejected and despondent, handcuffed and left to my own thoughts.  The trail of a knife slowly reddens down my back. What have I done to displease Him this time?  How long will I have to stand here? What punishment will be devised and will I be able to succumb to it?  Thoughts reel around my head of what it could be. Perhaps the knife will come back into play and it will be pressed into my throat as his cock is yet again forced down my throat and with each movement the pressure could pierce the skin. Maybe He’ll trail the point of the knife around the shape of my tits and across the nipples while threatening to cut them off if I can’t surrender my whole being to his whims.