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Don’t be afraid to keep pushing a nympho slut’s limits. That’s why they’ve chosen you to be their Master.
I want this.
Such a serene, sweet face. You’d almost think that the cock in her mouth was incidental but then, that’s how you know that she’s accustomed to choking on a hard shaft— you don’t get to that level of contentment unless you have long since recognized that being a cock-sheath with eyes is your true nirvana.
today’s lesson: pleasure = pain = pleasure
you don’t get to decide which
- boundtightly boundtightly ⇋ coldlatexbitch
I was never really into asses until just a few years ago. But more and more I find myself drawn inexorably to them. Guys’ asses are wonderful places of coiled strength and musky aroma. They dominate the senses and inspire servility. Girls’ asses are temples, magical places, that can move in ways that seem to defy the laws of physics. In either case, I am compelled to worship, to prostrate myself before their majesty and beg to be allowed to offer my tongue in service.
cause I haven’t done one of me in FOREVER! )
That guy looks like a complete and total douchebag, and I desperately want to deepthroat his cock while he slaps me in the face.
So full of conflicting emotions!
YOU’RE IN AUSTRALIA
OF COURSE SPIDERS SHOULD BE FEARED
I got bitten by a white-tailed spider when i was seven. There is basically ‘no cure’ for the bite which often gets infected because of bacteria on the spiders fangs. It pretty much eats away at the flesh and its horrible. Thankfully my grandma is a seasoned aussie and put some potion she made on it and it got better. I still to this day have scar about the size of a 5 cent coin on my thigh and when you touch it there’s basically a hole in my leg from where it ate away at my flesh.
moral of the story STAY AWAY FROM AUSTRALIA. IT IS DANGEROUS AND YOU WONT SURVIVE.
how is anyone in australia still alive?
So I’m thinking Sir should come to the states…..I’m not sure how I feel about going to Australia
If it makes anyone feel better, this particular spider’s bites don’t appear to cause necrosis: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_tailed_spider
Mind you, one should still be wary around spiders.
Give yourself to me.
Is she restrained so she won’t resist or because it’s so hot?
Her legs aren’t restrained, so I’m guessing it’s the latter.
A heavy collar like that never lets you forget that you are someone’s property.
She was thrilled when she read online about a new BDSM playplace that opened in her city called “The Cellar”. The more she read, the more she became intrigued. In the postings, it was described as a place for bondage enthusiasts to enjoy their hobby “In complete privacy and anonymity”. In particular, was their offering of a “Solo experience for those without an owner/dominant” Never having found the right person to share her kinks with, this appealed to her submissive nature. The promise of privacy and anonymity were perfect. It didn’t take long for her to call and book an appointment.
When she arrived, she was led into a private cubicle where the facitlity was explained. She discovered there there were a huge assortment of what were described as “automated self bondage experiences”. No one would see her or disturb her in the soundproof room until her session was complete or she pressed the panic button.
The attendant directed her to the screen in front of her with the list of available “experiences”. Practically shaking with nervousness and excitement she quickly choose the self bondage session called “Orgasm Chair”. On the screen below, it asked, “Choose session 1 - 6”. Her natural shyness at talking about her fetish kicking in, she randomly choose 5 (her lucky number) rather than ask the difference from the attendant.
The attendant led her to another small room than looked like a private change room at a health club. She was instructed that once alone, she should remove her clothes, place them in the locker and proceed through the door on the other side of the room. There was a shower and toilet if she wished to use them. She was handed a small device with a number of controls on it. The attendant explained this was the control device for the unit in the next room. The device could lessen the intensity of the chair she would be on. It also could release her from her restraints if she choose. Finally, it could summon assistance if needed. When she indicated that she had no questions, the attendant left her and wished her an enjoyable experience.
She undressed and put her clothes in the locker. Grabbing her purse and the control unit she stepped though the door to the “Experience Room”. Her eyes locked on the unit in the centre of the room. It was a chair type device with heavy metal restraints for feet and hands. She barely noticed these though. Her attention was firmly focused on the two small dildos sticking up from the seat of the unit.
Upon closer inspection, she noted that the dildos were very small and had a plastic wrap around them. There was also a small attachment that looked like a lever in front of the the dildos with what looked like a tiny suction cup on the side of it facing the dildos. She was a little surprised that the dildo’s were so small. That must have been option 5 she assumed.
Well…I guess I should get started. She pressed the green button on the control device and a screen lit up on the opposite wall with instructions.
1 - Remove sanitary plastic from insertables
2 - Lubricate insertables
3 - Sit on platform with insertables inside vagina and anus
4 - Place wrists and ankles in clamps. Units will close automatically
5 - Thank you for choosing The Cellar
She set her purse and the controller on the floor to unwrap the plastic from the dildos. Once done, she added a small amount of lubricant to the rear dildo. Their tiny size coupled with her level of excitement meant she didn’t need very much and they slid effortlessly into place. She placed her arms and legs in the required positions and the clamps tightened effectively locking her in place. The thought that she was sitting bound naked to a chair with dildos in her ass and pussy almost caused her to cum right there.
She felt something move between her legs. Looking down, she saw the lever come up and the little suction cup clamped onto her clit. She felt a pulling as her clit was gently sucked into the cup. “That’s certainly and interesting sensation”, she thought. She realized the dildos inside her had begun to expand. At the same time, the screen on the wall changed to read:
-Insertables are now expanding to play size.
-Please indicate with the controller when they have reached an enjoyable size and expansion will stop.
-Do you wish locking function enabled? Default is yes.
-Do you wish video archive of experience? Default is yes.
-Do you wish humiliation function enabled? Experience will be fed live to other guests and streamed online. Default is yes
She carefully read the options. “I don’t know what the locking function is. I’m already restrained. Hmm, I’m not sure I want a video of this but I know for damn sure I don’t want the live feed. Talk about humiliating. I can’t imagine other people watching while I’m forced to orgasm so that one is definitely a no. Ok, so I just have to press the No button on the contr….OH FUCK NO!!!! I LEFT IT ON THE FLOOR!!!.
Now, she tried in earnest to pull her hands out of the unit but it was designed far too well for that. At that moment, she realized the dildos were getting uncomfortably big. Without the controller she couldn’t stop them from reaching their maximum. Her only option was to lift herself off them. As she started to lift up, she found she couldn’t. It felt like something on the dildo in her ass had flared out dramatically just inside her anus, locking her tightly against the seat. Well, that explains “locking function” she thought. Finally the dildos stopped expanding. They were very uncomfortable but not actually painful. One thing was for certain, she had never felt so full in her entire life.
A counter appeared on the screen in front of her. it read 5:00:00. So that was option 5. It meant 5 hours of torture. Ironically, she was just wondering when the stimulation would start, when the dildo’s sprang to life. The strength of the vibrations startled her. Five hours of this was an inconceivable thought! She had forgotten the device locked to her clit until it ignited with the most intense sensation she had ever experienced. The intense vibrations, coupled with her initial excitement caused her to orgasm almost instantly. All three units immediately changed frequency and began sending pulsating waves into her. Moments later her second orgasm hit. Again, the units changed frequency so she would never adjust to a particular frequency. In her ecstasy, she never saw the two bright red words appear on the wall screen.
RECORDING and STREAMING
Frame the important bits, and put away anything not currently in use.
"A person can stand almost anything except a succession of ordinary days."
— Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
So how does one define a succession of days in which nothing happens except getting cock-rammed multiple times in multiple holes?
I am always so jealous of these photographs. I wish that the girl were me.
In my ideal fuck session, he would use me in every way he wanted, and would be sure to keep a polaroid camera on hand for each and every degrading moment. When he covered my face in his cum, he would take a photo… and then, with me on my hands and knees, he would put the developed polaroid photo right in front of me just as he shoved his thick cock into my ass. He’d take a photograph of his cock pumping my ass, too. And so on.
At some point, he’d blindfold me… I’d hear him snapping polaroids of me from several feet away as multiple, strange men rammed their cocks into me all at once. Before leaving, they’d each be sure to cum on my body, for art’s sake.
At the end of this day, he’d leave me shattered and covered in cum, fill me with a plug, a dildo, strap a vibrator to my clit and bind me, on my knees before him… he’d show me each and every photo, one by one, and make me describe in specific terms what a whore I was based on the concept of each photo. “I love to be showered in your cum I am a whore. I love to be raped by strangers I am a fuckslut object.” Once I’d recited my lessons properly, he’d cum down my throat one last time before gagging me and leaving me there through the night.
I just really like photography.
I like this party setup because, provided the cock filling her mouth goes in as deep as it should, her line of sight is pretty limited she’ll never be able to see which anonymous sperm donor is filling hole #1. Such a serviceable setup for hors d’oeuvres.
“The spectator’s gaze is male in two senses, both in its direction at women as objects of erotic fascination and in its identification with the male protagonist. The division of male and female roles on screen mimics traditional gender roles: women functioning as the passive objects of the viewer’s gaze men functioning as the active subjects of the viewer’s imagination.”
— Mary Devereaux
if I could be so lucky…
The only thing missing is a nice hard cock up her ass
Might be a little awkward to sodomize her in this position, but a large dildo can substitute. A couple hours of this stressful tie and she’d probably welcome being partially released so she could be fucked.
The extreme always makes an impression.
One of the drawbacks of the ‘serial recruitment’ approach is that you really do sometimes have to keep an eye on the girls. Leave one of them alone for five minutes and you come back to this sort of thing.
I don’t even know who the other girl is! I can’t get a straight answer out of her now either it’s all ‘Master’ this and ‘I live to serve you’ that. And the humping of my leg. Adorable, but unhelpful. And now I need to wash these.
I mean I’m not complaining, but still. How can I plan ahead when this keeps happening? Note to self, purchase some leashes. Or put some locks on the doors for the love of God.
"Bad little bitch!"
It should be easy to just be a fuck hole, but sometimes it’s painful and stressful and it can be so hard to just abide in the moment.
I’m working on it.
Used roughly in a dirty parking garage, with one of his other whores pinching the hell out of her clit as he hatefucks her throat.
Remind her of her place.
Congratulations, bitch. It’s your time to be put to use.
He’s got a few slaves in the basement, and picks one every day. Sometimes it’s the same one for a few days until he gets bored of her, during which time the others wait apprehensively for their turn.
Oh, I don’t know. She’s practicing enthusiastically with a variety of fake cocks, the better to please men. Seems smart enough.
Getting fucked in high heels is amazing. It just adds to the feeling of helplessness, the knowledge that you’re totally dependent on the good will of the person who is having you.
She doesn’t have that many options other than suck right there
Fortunately it’s all she really wants to do anyway.
It’s not easy taking a self picture under these conditions. Good girls do as requested though. I hope you appreciate it as much as he did !
Impressive and hot!
When he says “Tits out,” you take them out, regardless of the circumstances. That’s a good girl.
Especially good for the shy submissive.
Whoever thought this one up is a very twisted individual. I like that in a person.
Um, honey, you’ve forgotten one of the key elements in taking a shower, I think…
Resistance is futile.
Doesn’t look like she’s actually complaining, though.
Good whores know how to share
Following her latest misbehavior, her owner decided she should have a taste of what life would be like without his protection, so he left her like this in the bad part of town for a few hours.