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I came again, squirting messily around the massive dildos, my body convulsing so hard I thought the chains might give out. Sameal didn't stop even with my cries, he kept pounding the larger dildo into my pussy with brutal speed, tugging the clamps, slapping my ass, until I was a shaking, drooling mess.

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“All I know about BDSM is Fifty Shades of Grey, and I’m not into getting whipped.” “That’s fine. I’m not a sadist. Though I think you’re more of a masochist than you let on.” My brows knit, his words sparking something I didn’t want to admit. “In simple terms, there are many branches of BDSM. Sadism and masochism are the staples people know. The rest is as varied as the people who step into it.” I tilted my head, listening, willing to know more. “The first rule of any relationship is communication.” He posed it as a statement, but also a question. I found myself nodding. “There also has to be trust and mutual respect.”

He said. "You showed her your dungeon?" I asked him with a surprised face, that place was built for playing with our mistress who has since retired and decided to be an author. She writes about the BDSM world and what really happens. I think that she is trying to show people that what we do might be for everyone but that it doesn't mean it is wrong.