Usually, though, when I finally withdraw my index finger from his mouth, I place it in my own. I don't know where this ritual came from, but I find it hard to resist. To feel the warmth, to taste his saliva. To bring us even closer to that point when our tongues will become totally intertwined. Licking my lips. Watching now as he breathes, lips still parted, swallowing, still, with some discomfort.
Yes, they are. It's a bit too much for me, I fall into the arms of my girlfriend and we start kissing. I don't know why, maybe for escape from the twins, I can't bear to even look at them anymore. And it's not so much that I don't want to make a move, it's that I'm scared. I usually have no fear on the dance floor, after all, it's just a game. But these are twins. I don't want to fuck this up. I'd be content just to stare at them.
I want you to wear this collar that you cannot take off until I am ready to have it off, and I want to smother you between my thighs until your tongue is raw and your face is drenched with my juices. I'll then perhaps lick them off slowly, savoring my own scent, watching you shaking uncontrollably right in front of me.
I crave the taste of new submission. New submission is that experience of a man enduring for me - a man who has never done it before. He is so terrified. He may be older than me, wiser than me, but he is still afraid of me. I see his body strapped down, straining against the bonds, big …begging eyes. Wetting his lips. Thrashing against the leather straps that hold him down. I can think and talk about these images for hours.
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I pulled him by the hips to back him up, made him bend over, but ordered him to keep his palms flat against the glass and to keep watching, to never close his eyes, and to never look away. I wanted to humiliate him, to make him watch me fuck his ass and treat him like a whore.
Having a man – no matter how charming – so far up your ass that you can’t take a shit without having him offer to wipe becomes absolutely intolerable after about ten minutes.
His abduction had been planned for a month. When I finally had him there before me, cowering, there was nothing that would stop me. I knew what I wanted, no matter how ruthless and degrading. I knew I had to do something to him to truly prove to him what he was to me. Perhaps […]
Good morning my corporate slut, A simple blindfold could lead to so, so much trouble for you. I may visit you innocently one day soon – almost too sweet, affectionate. Just a nice little afternoon lunch break maybe, stopping by your office to visit – chat with you, grab a quick bite to eat. But […]
I know you’ve got plenty of experience serving me in front of one of my friends, or serving a girlfriend of mine while I give direction. You’ve even had the pleasure of having a cock both in your ass and in your mouth at the same time, but I bet that memory is almost a blur. You’ve been dual fucked, and you’ve been used by me and a friend. You’ve proven that you are capable of serving two demanding women at once – both orally and anally.