There is no other bond as powerful and strong as the sexual
connection between a passionate dominant and a loving submissive.

Submission is not about being used.
Submission is about being of use.

Submission is not about what is done to you.
Submission is about what you do for others.

She lay face down on the bed and thought to herself, What was a middle aged, smart, attractive woman doing in a position like this. Six months ago this was just a secret fantasy, fed from the Internet sites she lurked on. She never dared mention this in her "normal" life until she met him. From their first on line chat she felt a connection. First phone calls and then finally meeting him was a wonderful experience. Their shared passion made her realize that it was possible to experience what she craved. He gave her an open invitation to come to his home when she was ready. This was her third visit and would be the most intense. She shivered in terrified ecstasy when he slip his fingers in the waist of her panties and slowly slidthem off. He then had her stand up and led her to the back of an armchair. She then draped herself over the back of it, elbows on its seat, legs straight and spread wide.

I clamped my mouth over hers, and kissed her roughly. She didn't move, waiting for me to stop my physical assault. A few seconds passed, and I pulled away, looking at her again.

I kissed her again, my grip on her hair pushing my mouth against hers more. She could feel my tongue probe her lips and she allowed me to slip it into her mouth. Slowly, she joined in the kissing, becoming a willing participant. Her mouth tasted deliciously.

I slid my hand against her scalp, deeper into her hair. She felt my other hand slip around her waist, drawing our bodies fully against each other. She could feel my arousal growing, and moved her hips in response.

She felt my body slam against the wall before her brain comprehended that she was being shoved away. She stood there, motionless, looking at me in surprise. Instinctively, She moved to swing at me, and as her fist whipped through the air, I grabbed it and used my momentum to swing her around and back against the wall.

She came around to find herself tied to the chair, She was naked. Her hands were pulled behind the back of the chair and secured with handcuffs and rope; her ankles were tied to the rear legs. Drool ran from her mouth due to a ring gag strapped tightly in place.  Suddenly she felt hands on hers shoulders, they slid down to her ..

I lead her in through my front door, her high heels clicking on the tile floor, stocking tops showing just below her skimpy skirt, etc..

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I spun her round and tore off her top in a violent yank exposing her small but perfectly shaped tits.

I grabbed a hand full of her hair and rammed my .... hard into her protesting mouth plunging ball deep into her ...... Her fists beat on my back but I held her hard in place as her face turned crimson though anger and lack of air.

I let her go and threw her onto the bed panting and gasping for air. Before she had chance to recover I quickly tethered her arms to the headboard of the bed and pulled them tight. Now there was no escape. I tore off her skirt forced apart her legs and plunged my mouth down onto her ...... taking all her labia inside me and chewed hard upon them.

Her legs kicked around me, her back arched and she struggled in her frustrated anger but I maintained my firm grip on her hips and kept sucking and chewing on her labia, occasionally slacking to allow my tongue to penetrate her hole and seek her .....