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she beamed, gaining the other two ladies' full attention. "Gist you on what?" Sophia chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. "Two grownups alone in a house with walls and curtains covering them up, and it's a guy and a lady, of course, something is bound to happen. So tell us already, how was his action?" Annie smiled softly with an arched brow and immediately, Sophia's face darkened. "Don't even think too far...nothing like that would ever happen. Besides, I'm his SLAVE and I'm afraid you might have forgotten the meaning of that."

Gabriella introduced. "I'm Venessa." "You got swollen eyes," Gabriella said. "Yeah, I'm his slave," I replied and smiled at Doctor Great. "I'm so jealous of you. I wish I had a master." Gabriella said. "I have rape fantasies, I've always wished for it." "It's just like Beauty and the Beast with more of the whole forced captivity thing. I've experienced it and I love it, it's perfect and sexy." Susan said. "So a man nailing your tits to a board is romantic?"

In the first room, a leather-clad Domme cracked a whip toward a male submissive who was bent over and restrained in old-fashioned stocks. Scott glanced at Jade, who kept her eyes downcast. With a hand on the small of her back, he continued forward to the next room. There, a bare-chested Master Dominant in leather pants was just fastening a nude female slave, spread eagle, to a St. Andrews Cross.

You had secured a space on his bed. She wanted that badly. She wanted to know how fucking The Master felt like. She wanted to get a taste of the excitement, the ecstasy. Given the manner the slave girl, and the women he occasionally came home with screamed all sorts of obscenities, it was undoubtedly true that the fuck was good. Master was a sex god.

“ You do not want to have sex with me, right?” Cody seems confused. “ Are you insane, slave?” His words confirm my thoughts. I look him in the eye and say, “ Just because I am a slave, you have sex with me. You do not love me and you do not really want to have sex with me. I am just a toy to you, and you want to use it just because you do not want to waste it.”

That’s the reason most workers here don’t bother to leave. I drop to my knees and clasp my hands together. “Please, sir. I promise it won’t happen again. I promise me. Don’t sack me.” I plead, conjuring a modicum of tears in my eyes. Satisfied, he smirk and sends me back to work. Jerk. Jerk. It’s like he's into submissive and dominant shit. Oh, yeah. I made some research about the sadistic shit the pornstar girl told me and from there I read about BDSM and ways they carry out that kinky shit, one of which includes the ‘sir and madam’ style.

Tears rolling down her face from the overwhelming stretch. “Good girl” Jay said as he kissed her at cheeks. His eyes darkened…”take both of us like good fucking girl” Brook’s pace was steady at first, but then Jay lost patience. He slammed harder into her. Their bodies colliding with her in between. The room was filled up with sounds of skins crashing, her cries, and their curses. Brook grunted lowly. “Don’t stop Brook…make her scream” Jay groaned. And she did. Every thrust had her unfolding. Her body stretched so hard she thought she’d break.

He thrust them hard and fast, stirring the cum already inside me into a wet, filthy mess. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes, please… yes… oh my God!” I cried out, voice cracking as his fingers pounded into me. The wet squelching sounds were obscene, loud enough for anyone to hear. “Oh my God… please… yes…” I moaned louder, completely shameless now, rocking my hips back onto his hand like a desperate whore who couldn’t get enough. “Don’t stop — fuck me harder with those fingers!” “You like that, don’t you?” Kade groaned, slamming his fingers even deeper, curling them brutally. “The way my fingers wreck this cum-filled pussy? You love being a filthy little cumdump for strangers, don’t you, Gina?”

Not yet. Jade's hand came down hard on my ass. The slap echoed through the room and I moaned around Marcus's cock, the sting sending sparks of pleasure straight to my clit. "You like that?" Jade panted, slapping my ass again. "Like being our little fuck toy?" I tried to nod but Marcus's cock was too deep in my throat. All I could do was moan and take it. Take everything they gave me. Jade fucked me harder, the strap-on driving into me so deep I could feel it in my stomach. My walls were clenching, my body trembling, my orgasm building higher and higher.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.