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Andrew's crosses, spanking benches, suspension rigs, bondage furniture I didn't even have names for. And people. Dozens of people in various states of dress and undress, some watching scenes in progress, others negotiating their own. On one platform, a woman was tied to a cross while her dom worked her over with a flogger, her skin turning pink under the leather falls. On another, a man was bent over a spanking bench, his dom's hand coming down hard on his ass while he counted each strike. My cock was achingly hard, pressing against the tight jeans Dante had made me wear.

Robin was in my mouth, going deeper and holding my hair. "Take it deeper," Robin ordered. "I want to feel the back of that throat. Good girl, just like that." I came a second time with Hillian’s fingers inside me and Robin’s cock stretching my lips. "Fuck yes, cum again," Hillian told me. "Squeeze my fingers. Let us feel how hard you’re going." Robin pulled out of my mouth and reached for something on the nightstand. A small black vibrator. He turned it on and waved it at me.

The raw power we held over him — this strong, dominant man reduced to trembling need — was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. We pushed him past every limit. Double-teaming him with our mouths, then riding him in tandem. Madison on his cock, me on his face, switching, grinding, slapping, kissing. The room reeked of sex and sweat. His muscles strained against the chains, veins bulging, body glistening.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

"My love, what's going on? " "I have something to tell you. " "Something like you're not going to make love to me on my wedding night? " "No." I said with a smile. "But I am going to reveal a rather dark side of me. " She steps back and sits on her lap. "Ah I see and what do you want to tell me? " "What exactly do you know about bondage? " "Bondage? You mean like in Fifty Shades of Grey?" I squint my eyes not understanding, what the hell.

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The petite woman unbound her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, her blue eyes alight with anticipation, while the tattooed woman shed her remaining leather, her muscular form a testament to her strength. “Bind her,” the leader instructed, and the silver-haired woman tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The leader knelt between my legs, her fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my cunt with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” she murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my clit, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. The brunette stradd

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Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”