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For him, it may be a punishment, but I would do as many mistakes as I can to get this punishment. While he is leaving also after slaps on my cheek now they are less tense, his cock is the tease as he would thrust it between my legs and would just brush my lips. " Climo on the desk on all your fours." I have so lost in my pleasure and riding put the orgasm that he gave just by slapping me that I hardly registered what he said. I never thought I am someone who will ever be in bdsm. With my previous one-night stands and boyfriends, I always craved live-dovey vanilla sex. Nothing brutal.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties

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I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

I tell her, trying to move her hand, but I feel myself melt into her hands and she fucking knows it. I moan a little as she strokes me and leans against the shower wall. She drops to her knees and takes me fully into her mouth, with no gag reflex, making me putty even more as my legs grow a little weak. A part of me kinda hates in a good way that she can make me weak like this, but another part loves how she isn't afraid to show her dominance over me. I blame Adonis for introducing her to bdsm life. The little tricks she does with her mouth are out of this world. I can feel that I'm about to cum. Nope. Not like this. I pushed her back gently. She looks up at me confused. She knows I am close

He then kisses her as his hands gropes her ass …. “Condom”she says “In my wardrobe”he replies and then stood up to get it not feeling shy at all as he walks to his wardrobe and took out a condom and then walks back to her ….he stood at the edge of the bed and took of his trousers and boxers ….his cock sprang out …she looked at it …the veins around it and the bead of moisture that was already forming at the tip .. He then looks at her…and strokes himself “Want this”he says as he stares at her …she swallows and nodded her head frantically….he smirks and rolls the condom on and climbs the bed ….

As if marking me as his. “As hard as you are fighting against my spanking of your ass, I bet if I touched your pussy, it’s dripping wet.” I squeeze my legs together. He takes one finger and slides it over my pussy lips. I stifle a moan. “Damn, soaking wet. You’re dripping onto my slacks little doll.” He chuckles as another smack follows. With every smack I want more. Who knew I was it this level of BDSM. Cordell would never do anything like this to me. He said all of the BDSM stuff was weird. He wasn’t comfortable he said. It was always all about his pleasure and never mind.

It was a fully equipped private BDSM room. Damien closed and locked the door behind us. “Take the dress off. Leave the lingerie and heels on. Get on the bed, on your back, legs spread wide for me.” My hands trembled as I pulled the red dress over my head and climbed onto the large bed in the center of the room. I lay on my back and spread my thighs as wide as I could, feeling completely exposed under the red lights. Damien started selecting toys from the shelves with deliberate care. He brought over a thick, realistic dildo, a smaller vibrating bullet, heavy nipple clamps with a long chain, a leather flogger, a paddle, and several different sized anal plugs.