I’ll ignore you as part of your objectification. I’m going to watch TV and call my girlfriends on the phone and tell them that I am sitting on your face and that you are a corporate brown-noser now, and hope to graduate to king ass-licker by the end of the month. I’ll pull back the receiver so you can hear them laugh at you.
What is it about humiliating you in front of other ladies that gets me so incredibly wet? Knowing you are bent over, holding the edges of the table, silky pink panties pulled down around your thighs. I can just picture her there, smirking at you, and you are so bright red with humiliation.
When the cock finally slides into your mouth, the moan that escapes your lips will be indescribable. In fact, if you were not in locked chastity, perhaps you would ejaculate right there. By the moans, the pleasure in your eyes, one would think you came on the spot. It shall make a glorious “close up” and maybe the cover of the video when the entire feature is complete. I am sure the world will adore it! Especially your co-workers.
But Mikki put up her hand as she locked the last buckle of her strap on in place. "Hold on. I earned this. Let me fuck him. Let me see that cum shoot through the tube and watch him suck it down. You are going to SUCK it down right? Right bitch? Because the harder your suck, the less I am going to torture your ass when I am done. So suck it down, whore."
Darian just clenched his fists, kept his eyes shut, held back a scream through clenched teeth and never even looked at her as they completed the procedure of using the anal probe to stimulate his prostrate, force the cum from him and fill the clear tube with semen.
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First, I will order you onto the floor on all fours to inspect you. Even though we share the most intimate lives and intense personal relationship, I know you will still feel so, so violated when I spread your ass cheeks and inspect your pussy. I plan to take my time. You’ll hear the snapping on of my latex gloves, the squirting of some lubricant, and I am going to humiliate you verbally as I prod, poke, and finger-fuck your tight hole until you start whimpering. Some tough executive you are!
With careful little movements Brad turned toward her as she slowly opened her closet door. What he saw was shoes...shoes everywhere, more shoes than he had ever seen in his life. Boots and boots and more boots - in black and white and beige, leather and latex and wool. Some with heels, some without. Some high, some low. And stiletto heels, some 7 inches, some less. He gasped and said, "Jesus Christ, that's a lot of shoes."
If he has been restrained a long time and I have been enjoying watching him squirm..and then had the chance to strip away his power again and again, to make him do things he finds unenjoyable just to please me -- we are getting closer.
Submissive men on the net often ask me why they have such a bad reputation, and why they cannot gain trust of the women they are courting. They ask me why they get treated with suspicion and are kept at arm’s length for awhile. They wonder where the bitter resentment comes from when they talk […]
I used long straps and chains to lock his wrists to the bedposts that were several feet away, leaving him kneeling with his naked back, his naked ass exposed to me. I removed the gag from his mouth and placed it on the counter next to the bed, listening to his gracious breathing.
"I'm burning inside," I whispered, pressing my cunt into his naked skin, smearing my juices over his flesh. "This is from my desire for your gift."
His hands were clenched into tight fists, his head buried in the sheets, hiding, pressing hard and harder. He was shaking as if sobbing and I hadn't even touched him yet.
When I was very young, I used to actively fantasize about kidnapping and keeping a boy prisoner. This boy might be a made-up character, or the boy sitting across from my in my first grade class.
Even at that young age, I found the thoughts to be more than just idle fantasy. I found something very uniquely intense about the images, which were often elaborate. I knew I was different. But I saw it -- in an abstract way -- like it was a gift. Like I was a sly, sinister, cunning little creature.
You will start by kissing the tips of my boots one at a time, and by then I know your cock will be straining in the metal cage. You are to pull down your panties so I can see and I may put the heel of my boot over your heavy, aching balls.