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Ok, I have turned 45 this year, an eager tormentor and a stiff cock to please you when I judge adequate… Been following a pretty “vanilla” sensual life until some very day, where I encountered this lady I am just happening to desire the encounter and, who triggered a sort of a sexual rage…She was un-respectful, provocative, young, horny and deserved punishment, so details of customary politeness where omitted and I got overthrown by the strength of an authoritarian sadistic pulsion: no holes were sacred and just orifices to be spanked, hit, bitten, pinched, tortured. When my anger could no longer be contained by the brutality reserved to the holes and these were exhausted of my deep and excrucianating comprehensive research, I was left little choice as to pursue my sick investigation by harassing the nipples merciless by pinching them very strongly and for increasingly long time intervals with the extremities of my nails; nipples and nails are made for each other like rainy days for Mondays. But soon the game itself looses its appeal as the slave –still free of its movements, but was then forced into an extreme position of obscene exhibition and a simulation of wrist and ankle bondage: the rule was such as no movement that would separate them apart was allowed under the menace of suffering the obligation of self inflicted pain under the tired witnessing of a sexually jaded –then - master….this was still the foreplay of a cascaded perversely orchestrated torture game that I have the obligation to impose you for the quenching of our disgusting sexual appetite, which I genuinely scorn and will treat as such…the real play will take place by the might and the enflamed caress of no more hands but barbaric and medieval torture instruments, for which the white silk of the skin of your butt just seems to wait for being licked and burned…… and soothed by the grazing of my tongue..As my succumbed desire imposes the contemplation of your suffering to stiffen my cock again…
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