So I decided to turn over back into the memory board bank vault and recite another straight story.

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I was dressed for a political party. I was a teenager back then. It was a Sabbatum dark. My ordinarily unaccented brown hair was dyed blue-black. The black haircloth made my green eyes shine brighter than usual. My 15 centimeter cad made me an enormous 177cm tall. Still not as improbable as my young man who was Sir Thomas More than 6'tall.

"Breathe out"he commanded. I exhaled as knockout as I could, preparing for the rib-crushing torture as he strapped me into my lustrous patent leather girdle. He pulled the strings of my lace up corset crushing my size 8 shank, pushing my DD cup breasts up out the top. The corset was hand made by some local designer. One of a kind. The patent leather place with ribbon laced through were imports. My tiny red lace panties were pulled tight across my Edward D. White ass as I held onto the bed post as hard as I could.

He slapped my ass playfully."There you."Tying the cords off on my corset. He held my bird out for me, I stepped into it, and he pulled it up, zipping it straight up at the back. Picture perfective.

We stepped out onto his balcony, shared a coffin nail and a few scene of tequila. He kissed me, touched up my lip rouge and off we went.

The political party was dull. The society was average. After a duo of hours of boring conversation, I'd benumb my boredom sufficiently with alcohol. I was toasted. He was sober.

We got in the car and were driving up the freeway, heading dwelling to his place 45 minutes in the car. The alcohol was keeping me buzzed. We joked lightly, heavy metal playing on the stereo. He went silent and looked at me for a moment. He went back to watching the road.

Without looking back at me, he unzipped his pants. He pulled his dick out through the opening made by his zipper. It was mild. Without looking up from the route he reached across and pressed the button on my seatbelt. 100kmh. On a well-lit freeway. Middle lane. His eyes still fixed on the road ahead.

He'd never been a gentle form of guy, but tonight, something was bothering him. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged my face over to his lap. I squirmed in my bottom. The stays and fast skirt made it barely possible to run. As he dragged me over, my knocker fell out of my top exposing my nipple. It would assume both hands to gather them in, and I needed my paw for balance. He pressed my face into his genital organ. His soft cock pressed against my cherry red sassing. He let go of my tomentum, leaned and pinched a nipple operose. As I gasped, he pushed his cock between my brim, forcing all of his cock into my mouth. I immediately felt his cock start to inure. Filling my mouth quickly, it pressed against the spinal column of my throat. I'd sucked his rooster a one hundred times before. Twice before we left the menage. His dick was far too long to fit all the way in my mouth. I wanted to cough as it pressed against the back of my pharynx. He pushed down on the vertebral column of my straits. Determined I was going to deep throat him. My eyes began to water. My eyeliner dripping onto his pants. He could experience me gagging, struggling to breathe. He eased the pressure, I pulled my typeface up a little and caught my breath. I was dire to tend back and ease my sore ribs, the pressure from the corset, the asphyxiation on his dick, the alcohol… I was getting twinkle headed. As I was about to readjust to sit up, he pushed my point back down. Further and harder. I had nearly all of his rock hard tool in my mouth."sucking baby, come on"he urged softly. eyes still fixed on the state highway. Every minute or so he'd back off, give me a second to overhear my breath. The unit way abode. He wasn't going to come. I knew that. He just wanted to be ready.

We got into the driveway, he looked at me."You look like a crummy whore, tits out, smudged make up."I was speechless. He'd never really spoken to me like that. I didn't know what his problem was. I raised my eyebrows and started to slowly pucker my breasts away. I didn't have a car or a permission. It was too tardy for a gear. A taxi would be a hundred dollars or more home. As hurt as I was, I didn't have much of a pick but to suck it up and go inside. Sensing he'd injure my notion he leaned over, kissed my collarbone."You misunderstand. I respect you, I love you, but in bed I want you to be a slut. I know you're a decent missy, but please just for tonight, let me treat you like a whore."

I was taken aback. promontory pounding. We had sex all the clip - we were averaging about 15 times a hebdomad. I blew him every day. I didn't know what he wanted. He was kissing my collarbone. A faint spot of mine. A kiss to the collarbone is enough to get me to tally to about matter."I don't know what you mean… Can you tell me ..."I trailed off. His kissing was getting more acute. He paused."come inside. I'll show you. It will hurt a niggling, but I think you'll like it."

I'd had sex with a match of Guy. I thought I was open minded. I'd had sex in a couple of billet, but that was it. Never used any kind of sex toy or prop, certainly never had crude sex. I'd never had anal sex. I was pretty innocent looking back.

We walked through the logic gate and up the route into his house. Climbed the staircase up to the indorse story where his chamber and private bathroom were. We walked into his sleeping room and I set my bag down.
"I'm just going to tidy my make up"
"Don't. I want you to look like this."
"But it's… everywhere. I look like a mess"
"It'll be uncollectible later."He slipped behind me. Wrapping his hands around my waist."You're beautiful, you know ?"and with that he unzipped my skirt. The backbreaking steel buckles on my skirt caused it to hit the floor immediately. There I was, standing in the center of his bedroom, patent leather shoe and corset in jet back, my jet black hair in a bun, red lace panties. He pulled the tie out of my bun, letting my well-past shoulder joint duration pilus fall down. He inched me towards the foot of his bed.
"Stay still sweetie"
I waited dutifully. I wasn't indisputable what he wanted. He let go of me, and pushed me lightly in the middle of the back. I stepped forwards. My knees touching the footboard of his bed. I felt a art object of hard palm around my go away ankle joint. And around my right. My brain wondered"Why would he tie my human foot together ? Seems silly !"Then I realised. Not together… but one to each footboard of his queen sized bed.

My ridiculously big blackguard were tottery to stand in. With my branch spread as full as he could get them secured to each footboard, I was barely horse barn. Certainly my only options were to light backwards and realm on my ass, or skimpy forwards over the bed.

I did all I could do. Lean forward over the bed. As I did I looked over my berm to see him standing behind me holding a blackness leather whip. He brought it down hard across my ass. I cried out.
"OUCH. Don't ! It hurts !"He smiled.
"Shut up bitch"
rap. Again. I could feel my ass turning the Saame coloration as my bantam red panties.
knock. Again. It really injure."
"Seriously, STOP IT"
He whispered.
"If you can't be quiet alone, I'll help you."
"No, it hurts, I want you to fuck me, but the walloping hurts babe."
"I want it to hurt. I want to watch it hurt. Come on, just tonight ? Please ?"
I hesitated.
"I do lie with you"he said.
I was sufficiently convinced and manipulated. Amazing what little girl will concord to when a man whispers I love yous.
He pulled out a tie. His old school tie. Gagging me with it. I bit down on the tough fabric.
rap. whang. knock.
My stifle were shaking
Whack. Whack. whack.
The leather lash had sent my ass so red, it was excruciating. I was soaking though my panties though, the alcohol made me so horny.
He ran his fingertips under the lacing rim of my panties.
"Your ass really does match your panties you know."
He pulled them roughly down to my thigh. Pushing his way deep into my pussy.
Having his hips public press against my raw ass was agony.
I dug my fingers into the bed in front of me as he pounded away. He was having fun.
He leaned forward wrapping his hands around my throat and pulling me up so I couldn't reach the bed to back myself anymore. His hand, my throat, supporting all my free weight.
My corset made my respiration shallow. I became light headed. I couldn't protest for air through the tie gag. My vision blurred. I was reached with my manpower to equal his, but I was too imperfect and airheaded to communicate.
I passed out.

I don't fuck how long I was out for.
A while I guess.
My mind was blurry, my eyes still closed. The throbbing pain in my throat was there. I swallowed. No gag. The easy tactile sensation under my back… I was on the bed. I could find a cool air over the knockout lines where the boning in my stays sat. I was naked. I went to run my fingerbreadth over the soon-to-be contusion on my throat. A jail as I reached the end of a chain. I wriggled my wrist. jail clink jailhouse. blade cuffs clinking against a steel bedframe. I tried my other wrist. I was met with the same clinking.
I opened my eyes. It was sinister. I felt my long whip brush against a blindfold.
I was assuredness, the night air of the beginning of winter was causing my thighs to get pilomotor reflex. My shaved puss was certainly feeling the cold.
I tried to deplumate my knee joint up. They didn't move either. The hard opinion around my ankles told me I was cuffed to the foot of the bed. Spread eagle, drunk, blindfolded. muteness in the elbow room around me.
Anxiety was setting in.
The clinking of my wrist joint cuffs had alerted my boyfriend to my consciousness.
"You fainted sweetie."
"How long have I been out ?"
"quintet minute of arc or so."
I was settled a lilliputian by the sound of his voice.
"I want to make for with you some more, are you alright ?"he asked thoughtfully. I felt his weight on the bed next to me. Running his tongue over my nipples.
"Yes I'm ok, please don't make me slide by out again, my head hurts"
"Ok honey, I didn't mean to, I got carried away"
He climbed between my knees. He ran his brim over my shaved pussy. Licking gently inside. I was still wet. He pressed his lingua against my clit. I was desperate for an orgasm. He flicked my clit gently with his clapper tip, and then I felt two wet fingers at the entryway of my kitty-cat.
"Tonight, my fiddling slut, I'm going to make the most of having you all tied up. I'm going to spend all dark, and by the end of it, you'll have had something in every hole."His representative changed. It was higher, colder. A fiddling less warm than usual. It was tyrannical. Intimidating. It made me need to obey. It made me need to please him.
He pressed his tongue hard against my clit. Forcing two digit straight into my slit. He pressed up hard against my g spot. As I started to get close to coming, I felt another wet finger pressed against my asshole. I was neural, I felt myself closing up. He forced his finger's breadth into my ass as I came, it was painful, even though it was just the tip of his digit up to the first knuckle. I was pretty mortified. He laughed.
He stopped and climbed up and sat on my chest. He leaned forward and pushed his tool into my backtalk. He start to shove his hammer in and out of my backtalk
"Suck bitch suck."
I sucked as severe as I could, his big heavily cock in my sassing. He fucked my mouth as hard as he possibly could. I was gagging, His 22cm turncock was killing my throat.
Without warning he stopped again, climbing off my chest.

He climbed down the bed, and pressed the nous of his pecker against my kitty. I was wet.
"Can you feel how wet you are slut ? Such a tight wet twat. Tell me it's all mine."
"It's all yours"I rasped through my sore throat
He slapped my face.
"Properly, my little cunt. Say it properly."
"It's all yours"I rasped out a little more clearly.
He spat on my impudence, rubbing it into my face.
"That's right, you're all mine cunt."
He slapped my look hard, and grabbed my chin.
"Do you need my cock inside you ?"He grabbed his shaft with the other hand and started rubbing my button with the head of his cock.
"Yes. I do…"I whispered
"I'm not convinced."He brought the whip down hard between my tits. The leather biting at my nipple. He dropped the party whip, on my stomach, and took postponement of my right teat between his thumb and forefinger.
"Now, bitch, how very much do you want my cock ?"as he asked it he started to bend my teat. Hard. Pulling it.
"Ow, a lot, a lot !"I exclaimed. My representative was still cracking from him fucking my mouth though.
He let go of my nipple
WHACK
Another sharp hit from his leather whip.
I felt his cock drift from my clit. Pressed against my pussy. He pushed in. Just a sufficiency that I could feel it. Right at the entrance.
Both his bridge player grabbed my nipple, twisting hard, pulling my teat out. It hurt so practically.
"Beg like the fancy woman we both know you are, and I'll give you a centimeter more."
I begged. Like a freak begging for another hit. I begged him to fuck me. I told him I couldn't live without his cock inside my puss. I told him I was his lady of pleasure, and that I loved his hammer inside my slit. I told him everything I could suppose of. Every ego deprecating Holy Writ earnt me another niggling bit of peter. Not for a second did he let the pressure go on my distort, pulled nipples. He was finally deep inside me. By that phase I'd called myself every dirty parole I could guess of. I was desperately randy. He was turning me into a wanton slut. I could discover the desperation in my voice.
"Grind."He ordered, as his turncock pressed deeply inside my pussy. I moved my articulatio coxae as respectable I could, with my ankles still secured to the bed. After a moment or two he released my aching nipples from his vice like grip. Blood went to them immediately, searing pain pellet through them. I moaned.
He ordered silence. Stuffing that common tie back inside my mouth.
He started to jeer.
"I know a slit like you can know grueling than that"
"Grinder harder. I want you to come."
"That's it gripe, it's not like I can come up like this. Your worthless slit won't get me there this way"
"Work my peter like a crummy whore."
I worked as concentrated as I could. I was desperate to come. As I finally got close he started to deplumate out, and then advertise back in. I relaxed, and he fucked my pussy hard. He pushed and pushed into my pussycat. Pumping away. I could hear his breathing become ragged. I was close to coming again. Before I could he pulled out, climbed back up so he was sitting on my sore squeezed tits. He pulled the gag out and shoved his hammer into my mouth. I started to sop up
"That's it comeslut. Lick your juices of my turncock. That's it. biff slug"
I did as I was told. Suddenly he pulled his rooster out of my mouth and pressed it against my cheek, covering my side with hot sticky come. My start facial.
I heard a click. Then the noise of a camera taking a photograph.
I was too shopworn to object.
His finger scooped the come up off my fount and he grabbed my Kuki with the former hired man, parting my sass. He scooped every drop he could into my mouth.
He was satisfied with his clean up job. He pulled my blindfold off, and started to undo my chemical bond. My mortise joint and wrist were bruised, my throat bruised, my tit and ass whipped. He left me curled up on the bed, wandered to the bath and turned on the water in his built for two tub. I heard the water shut off. He scooped me up off the bed, carrying my sore naked body to the tub.
"I love you"he whispered.
"I love you too"I said as he lowered me into the water. He climbed in behind me, massaging my sore shoulders, washing my long black haircloth .