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I am looking for a man who gets excited at the sight of a naked big beautiful woman, tightly bound. Completely helpless before him, her body his to experiment with any way he desires.
I am looking for a man who's lust is stirred by hearing a woman moan with pleasure or cry with pain. A man who ignore's a woman's plea's for mercy (since no Safe Word has been offered) - and in fact - continues to drive the woman to more intense levels.
I am looking for a man who is turned on by watching a woman writhe around in her bonds due to his very touch, until she reaches the point where she is beyond words, beyond, screams. All she her mind is aware of is his touch and her body, and total surrender.
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you take me into your bedroom and show me the 2 new hooks you installed right above the bed, on either side of the headboard. you tell me to take off all of my clothes and lie on the bed, face up. You tie each of my hands to the hooks.
Then, you the take a long silk ribbon, tie one end around my right ankle, then thread it through the hook on the right side of the bed, pulling my right leg up and as far back as it will go. You then loop the ribbon around my neck, and through the hook on the left side of the bed. Finally, you tie the end of the ribbon to my left ankle, again pulling my left leg as far back as it will go.
My legs are very uncomfortable, being stretch far apart. I feel so vunerable with my cunt wide open.
You start to chuckle at my discomfort, and warn me that this is only the beginning.
You take your belt and stand at the end of the bed. You have whipped my ass before, but you have never taken a belt to me while in this position. My thighs have never been whipped, and I start to cry, begging you not to whip them.
You ask me if I am sure I do not want my thighs whipped, and I sob "Please, not my thighs". You promise you will not hit my thighs. And then you start.
You aim for my clit, and only my clit. With each lash I scream, beg you to stop. I beg you to whip my thighs, to please not whip my clit. You tell me you promised me you would not whip my thighs, and you are just keeping your promise.
With each lash, intinctively I try to pull my legs together. However, as I lower my legs, it tightens the ribbon around my neck. I can choose, either be able to breathe, or try to protect my cunt. I force myself to keep my legs apart, giving you better aim at my now very tender and swollen clit. Tears are streaming down my face, I am no longer able to scream, to beg. All I know is the pain you are causing. You laugh, watching me struggle.
And then you begin. You take a full arm swing, landing a blow right on my clit with all of your might. I try to clamp my legs closed, but you have tied me so tightly, my legs come together only an inch closer, I am still completly exposed. You begin whipping my cunt with fast, hard strokes, each lash harsher than the last.
I can not think, I can not move. I pull my legs together, just trying to protect myself, just trying to get the pain to stop. The ribbon around my neck tightens, I can not breathe. I writhe around on the bed, trying to breath, trying to stop the pain. All my moving accomplished is tightening the ribbon more. Finally, I pass out, either from the pain, or from being unable to breathe, I am not sure.
The next thing I know, you are laying beside me, stroking me, telling me how happy I make you.
You then begin to fuck me. My cunt is so sore and swollen from the whipping, I beg you to stop. You tell me that this fuck is for your pleasure, and begin to pump me hard, forcefully. I then realize that the ribbon is still around my throat, and through the hooks, though no longer tied to my legs. You take each end of the ribbon in your hand and pull, completly cutting off my breath. With each thrust, you pull the ribbon tighter. You watch me turn red, then purple, and then you cum.
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You have decided to clear up any illusions I might have had. I always love giving you a blow job. It is the one time when I feel I am in more control than you. Tonight, you will prove that even then, I am never in control.
You tie me to the low stool, my back pushed against the wall. My hands and legs are tied so tight, I can not move. My head is at the perfect height to give you a blow job, I am so looking forward to my favorite activity. I love the feel of your cock as I slowly move it in and out of my mouth, rolling my tongue all around. I always have to be careful, since you are so thick and long, that I do not take you too far into my mouth and gag.
You slowly let me take your cock in my mouth. Just as I begin to get really enjoy myself, you forcefully grab my head. With panic I look up at you, and you just snicker, telling me you are going to show me what a real blow job is all about. You begin to force your cock in and out of my mouth, each thrust deeper, not caring if I gag. Tears are streaming down my face as I try desperately to breathe between each thrust.
You slap my face, and tell me to take it, take it all. Suddenly you thrust yourself deep down my throat. You pin my head against the wall, your body leaning into me, forcing your cock into my mouth and throat. My nose is pinned against your pelvic bone. I can not move. I can not breath. I look up at you, my eyes pleading for release. You just tell me that you are always in control. And now you will prove that you are even in control of my breathing.
Keeping your cock down my throat, my body is desperate for air. I can not think. All I care about is my next breath, which you do not allow. You throat begins to spasm, trying to gulp air in, which does not come. The throat spasms stroke your cock in a way you have never felt before. My whole body begins to shake, fighting to live. I can not move because of how tight you have bound me. You look down with delight, knowing that you hold my life in your hands.
The room grows dark. The next thing I am aware of is lying next to you on the ground, I am untied. I try to speak, my my throat is too sore. You laugh and ask me if I think I have any control, I slowly, sadly shake me head no. |
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"Did you do as I commanded?" you ask as you slowly remove my clothes.
"Yes, Sir; I drank the complete gallon of water before I arrived. I really need to go the the bathroom", I answer now standing naked before you. You rub your hand over my swollen bladder, pushing in, causing even more discomfort.
"Today you will begin to learn that I am in total control, you can do nothing without my permission. Now drink this, as fast as you can." You hand me a quart of Gatorade, which I drink down without stopping, a small amount dripping down my chin. I proudly hand the empty bottle back to you.
SMACK, you slap me hard across the face, "Did I give you permission to waste what I gave you? Are you such a child you can not even drink without spilling?" And you give me another hard slap, with such force it snaps my head to the side.
You demand that I crawl on top of the table, which you have covered in plastic and towels. Tears streaming down my face, I do as I am told, not wanting to disappoint you again. You tell me to get on my hands and knees, my face down on the table, my ass high in the air. I feel you lubricate my butt hole, then slip a small tube inside. Alarmed, I feel a warm rush of water enter my bowels. My bladder is already to the point of bursting, I can not take and enema today. You tell me to relax, that you will take it slow.
You rub my belly as you fill my bowels with warm water. If you feel any cramping starting, you slow the enema until the cramping stops. I hear you stop and fill the bag six times. The seventh time I feel a very cold liquid enter me. You explain that I now have 1 1/2 gallons of warm water, and 1 quart of ice cold vodka. You then put in a vibrating butt plug, the type which can be expanded once inside. You slowly pump up the butt plug until you can not get it any larger inside me, and turn the vibrator on high.
You the tell me to roll over onto my back and spread my legs. I am so afraid that I will pee or loose my bowels, so I am very slow in changing position.
SWAT, I jump as you harshly whip me with a belt right on my clit. "When I give you a command, I expect you to instantly obey it, now keep you legs wide apart." I lay there as you demand, allowing you to continue to whip my pussy, each lash harsher that the last, while I moan and cry and beg you to stop. You just ignore my pleas.
"I have a present for you" You show me your favorite vibrator, the one that I have begged you not to use on me, a request you have honored. "It is time for you to learn that this is about what I want, not what you are afraid of." This vibrator starts at the top 2 1/2 inched around, and widens to 4 inched at the base. The whole vibrator is studded with sharp nubs, each of which vibrate at an intense speed.
You begin slowly at first, just a few inches in and out of my pussy, with the vibrator on the lowest setting. I am extremely uncomfortable, my bladder is cramping and in sharp pain, my bowels cramping also with a dull ache. You begin to pick up speed, pumping the vibrator in and out of me, twisting it around. Finally, you stop, and I am relieved. At least, until you slam the vibrator all the way in, with the setting on the highest vibrations. You pump it in and out, stretching me, twisting the vibrator, scraping the sharp nubs across my cervix, my g spot, my clit, all of me. I am screaming in pain, sobbing, begging, you to stop. With out last thrust, you bury the vibrator completly inside of me. You tell me to put my legs together, and you tie my legs closed, so I can not remove the vibrator.
"Get of the table, and come here" You say with a harsh tone in your voice I have never heard. I hop to you, and am standing inside a small childs empty pool. You take my hands, tie them together, and then tie them high over my head. You place a gag in my mouth, I can barely breath, and am unable to make any noise. You then show me a new toy, a multi-tailed flogger with knots tied all down each tail.
"You will now learn that I have no mercy" You begin to whip me with the flogger. It feels as though my flesh is on fire. I am getting light headed from the vodka. My bowels and bladder are in horrible pain. Soon, a little piss drips between my legs.
"What you can not even control your piss?", you scream at me. You begin to whip me with all of your strength, my back, my butt, my breasts, my stomach. I try to scream, but the gag keeps me silent. I look at you, my eyes pleading, tears flowing down my cheeks. You laugh and just whip me harder.
I lose track of time, I begin to not care about anything. All I am aware of is pain. Pain from the inside caused by the enema, an over distended bladder, and a pussy that is stretched beyond its limits with a very painful vibrator. Pain from the outside caused by your flogger, my breasts, butt, back, stomach, and legs are just one intense flame of painful fire.
I do not remember passing out. All I remember is waking up in your bed, with you rubbing ointment into my welts. You look deep into my eyes and kiss me. "You now know how much control I wield over you", you say as you begin to fuck me. I scream with each thrust, my pussy is swollen and sore from the whipping and the assault from the vibrator. You smile as you see the tears stream down my face as you continue to rape me, knowing that my body belongs to you, to do anything you wish.
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I prefer to not to drink or smoke prior to a BDSM session. However, one of the hottest sessions I ever had was when my partner purposely had me drink and smoke as much as I could before a session to dull my senses, then he placed cotton in my ears and a leather hood on me, and stripped me naked. He then drove me deep into the woods and tied me, arms overhead, spread eagled between two trees. I could feel the breeze blow over my skin, and it was so much more intense because I was
unable to sense anything else. He then bound up my tits until they where throbbing and pulsing with each beat of my heart. Once I was ready he took out his new flogger (bought for this occasion) and proceeded to flog my ass, back, thighs, legs, pussy, and tits,
softly and slowly at first, I could neither see nor hear him through the leather hood, I did not know how he was moving, where the next blow would land. He then
increased both the speed and intensity of his lashes, until all I was aware of was my my skin, I could feel every cell, like it was on fire. I could not think, I could not move, I was totally his, to do with as he pleased. Finally he lashed at both my breasts at once with such an intensity it made my head snap back and forth. I started having an orgasm then that not only made my knees shake, but my whole body. He continued to whip me with all his strength on my pussy and my tits throughout the orgasm. He told me later the
orgasm lasted almost 5 minutes before I collapsed, hanging from my arms, completely exhausted. |
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I walk into your home a little apprehensive, wondering what have I gotten myself into.
You immediately demand that I remove all my clothes and stand with my arms down at my sides and my legs
apart.
You slowly walk around me, touching my hair ,stroking my chin, running your hands over my ample ass. You
lift both my breasts and are impressed with thier heft. You look deep into my eyes as you begin to tease
each nipple, pulling and twisting. I strain to keep your gaze, not wanting my face to betray how much pain
and pleasure you are causing, not yet wanting to allow you to take control. Still looking into my eyes, you
slip your hand between my legs, stroking the thighs, running your finger up and down my slit. You are
pleased to find that I have already begun to get aroused. You tell me that my pussy has betrayed my
lust, and that soon you will own me.
You demand that I hold my hands out in front of me. You apply cuffs to each wrist, with ropes tied to each
cuff. You take the ropes and jerk them, demanding that I follow you, calling me names.
You take me into a room you have specially prepared. You tie my arms overhead, and make me stand with my
legs apart. You begin to work on my breasts, slapping them, enjoying watching them bounce each time you hit
them. You take a spatula, beginning slowly, then building speed and hardness, slap each nipple with the
spatula. My eyes are closed, my head back, I beg you to stop, but you continue your amusement. My nipples
are now on fire as you attach clothes pins to each nipple. I scream as you clamp each clothes pin on,
which just causes you to chuckle, my screams music to your ears, for it means you have begun to lay your
claim on this sex slave.
You take a very large vibrator, and slowly stroke it up and down my slit, enjoying the contrasting looks on
my face as my nipples are in horrible pain and my pussy receiving such pleasure. You slowly cirle my clit with
the vibrator as I moan in pleasure. You demand that I spread my legs as you insert this huge vibrator. It is
so large you can only get half of it in. You demand that I close my legs and stand still. You stand back
and enjoy your handiwork. Seing my nipples so sore and pinched, you can not help yourself as you release one
clothes pin and immediately start to suck on the nipple. I sigh with relief as the clothes pin is
removed, but quickly am in pain as the blood rushes back into the nipple as you suck hard and bite. You
then move to the next nipple and again suck and bite, enjoying my moans as first I feel relief, then again
the pain that you cause. Tears begin to fall down my face.
Tiring of my breasts, you stand back again, this time you grab your belt. Slowly you begin to test out the
belt, whipping my ass, watching the red marks that you make. I moan with each slap of the belt. I hold my
breathe awaiting each stroke. Once I can stand it no longer, I beg you to stop, but you continue on for a
few more minutes, proving that only you are in control.
You stop and walk back to me. You see in my face that I am relieved that it is over. You look me in the eye,
calling me names, and tell me that you have only just begun.
You demand that again I spread my legs open for you. You remove the vibrator and again stoke it up and down
my slit, over my clit, but not allowing me to reach climax. You slowly stroke this large vibrator in and
out of my pussy, pushing in deeper with each stroke. You stop for a second and turn the vibrator on all the
way. Suddenly, you shove the huge vibrator deep inside of me, burying it completly in my pussy. I scream as I
feel the burning pain as my pussy is stretched to its limits, yet the intense vibration is driving me close
to orgasm. You tie my knees together so that I can not remove the vibrator, and return back to your belt.
You slowly begin to whip me, building speed and power with each stroke. Your lust is enflamed as you hear
each lash hit my skin, see the red mark, feel the echo of the slap through the belt back to your hand. You
revel in each lash, knowing that you are claiming your property, taking complete control over me. With each
stroke you call me names, tell me how I am to obey only you, how you will use me for your amusement. I
start sobbing, begging you to stop. But you ignore me, finding power in the lashes, you are almost drunk with
the control you have over me.
The burning, throbbing pain and pleasure from the vibrator is causing a fire inside of me. The heat of
your lashes are causing a fire outside of me. Suddenly the pain and the pleasure fire meet, and my body
begins to spasm with a huge orgams. Seeing me cum with such intensity gives you renewed lust, as you whip me with all of your stength during my orgasm. Finally spent, my legs collape.
You slowly loosen my arms and I fall to me knees, my arms still tied overhead.
You have not yet finished laying your claim. You unzip your pants, releasing your huge erection. You grab my
hair and slowly at first begin to fuck my mouth. You look down and see the red welts your hand has caused,
and you know you must complete the process of taking control.
You begin to rape my mouth and my throat, thrusting deep down, not caring if I gag or if I can catch my
breath. You feel yourself ready to explode. Yet, you do not want to give me any pleasure now.
As you release your cum, you pull out of my mouth, denying me the pleasure of your cum. You spray all
over my tits, laying your claim for complete control over my body.
You finally untie my arms and legs and I collapse in a ball on the floor.
You lean over me and whisper "I have only begun with you." I whimper at the thought of what you have
in store for me next...
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| Age: 26 |
| Los Angeles,
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