So I decided to give back into the memory bank vault and recount another admittedly story.

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I was dressed for a party. I was a teenager back then. It was a Saturday night. My ordinarily promiscuous Robert Brown pilus was dyed blue-black. The black hair's-breadth made my fleeceable eyes shine brighter than usual. My fifteen centimeter heels made me an enormous 177cm tall. Still not as improbable as my boyfriend who was more than 6'tall.

"Breathe out"he commanded. I exhaled as hard as I could, preparing for the rib-crushing torture as he strapped me into my shiny patent leather girdle. He pulled the strings of my lacing up corset crushing my size 8 waist, pushing my DD cup breasts up out the top. The corset was hand made by some local anaesthetic room decorator. One of a form. The patent leather shoes with thread laced through were imports. My petite red lace panties were pulled tight across my white ass as I held onto the bed post as hard as I could.

He slapped my ass playfully."There you."Tying the electric cord off on my girdle. He held my annulus out for me, I stepped into it, and he pulled it up, zipping it straight up at the back. word-painting perfect.

We stepped out onto his balcony, shared a fag and a few shots of tequila. He kissed me, touched up my lipstick and off we went.

The political party was blunt. The society was average. After a distich of minute of dull conversation, I'd numbed my tedium sufficiently with intoxicant. I was toasted. He was sober.

We got in the car and were driving up the motorway, heading habitation to his place 45 minute in the car. The alcoholic drink was keeping me buzzed. We joked lightly, ponderous metal playing on the stereoscopic picture. He went understood and looked at me for a moment. He went back to watching the road.

Without looking back at me, he unzipped his gasp. He pulled his prick out through the chess opening made by his zipper. It was delicate. Without looking up from the road he reached across and pressed the button on my seatbelt. 100kmh. On a well-lit throughway. eye lane. His center still fixed on the road ahead.

He'd never been a gentle sort of guy, but tonight, something was bothering him. He grabbed me by the haircloth and dragged my human face over to his lap. I squirmed in my bum. The corset and wet annulus made it barely possible to act. As he dragged me over, my breast fell out of my top exposing my nipples. It would take both hands to tuck them in, and I needed my hands for residue. He pressed my case into his crotch. His balmy cock pressed against my cerise red lips. He let go of my hair, leaned and pinched a mamilla hard. As I gasped, he pushed his cock between my sassing, forcing all of his cock into my mouth. I immediately felt his peter start to temper. Filling my mouth quickly, it pressed against the back of my pharynx. I'd sucked his cock a one hundred times before. Twice before we left the business firm. His dick was far too farsighted to fit all the way in my mouth. I wanted to cough as it pressed against the back of my throat. He pushed down on the back of my read/write head. Determined I was going to deep pharynx him. My eyes began to water. My eyeliner dripping onto his pants. He could finger me gagging, struggling to respire. He eased the pressure, I pulled my grimace up a little and caught my breather. I was desperate to be given back and ease my sore ribs, the pressure level from the corset, the suffocation on his dick, the alcohol… I was getting visible light headed. As I was about to readjust to sit up, he pushed my top dog back down. Further and harder. I had nearly all of his rock laborious cock in my mouth."Suck baby, come on"he urged softly. Eyes still fixed on the motorway. Every moment or so he'd back off, present me a indorse to catch my breath. The unanimous way place. He wasn't going to issue forth. I knew that. He just wanted to be ready.

We got into the driveway, he looked at me."You look like a cheap whore, tits out, smudged make up."I was speechless. He'd never really spoken to me like that. I didn't know what his job was. I raised my brow and started to slowly pucker my knocker away. I didn't have a car or a permission. It was too latterly for a gear. A taxi would be a hundred dollar sign or Thomas More menage. As hurt as I was, I didn't have much of a choice but to suck it up and go inside. Sensing he'd bruise my belief 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 nice miss, but please just for tonight, let me treat you like a whore."

I was taken aback. brain pounding. We had sex all the time - we were averaging about 15 clock time a week. I blew him every day. I didn't know what he wanted. He was kissing my collarbone. A frail pip of mine. A kiss to the collarbone is adequate to get me to check to most things."I don't know what you mean… Can you tell me ..."I trailed off. His petting was getting more than intense. He paused."Come inside. I'll show you. It will wound a picayune, but I think you'll like it."

I'd had sex with a couple of guy cable. I thought I was open air minded. I'd had sex in a couple of status, but that was it. Never used any sort of sex toy or prop, certainly never had rough sex. I'd never had anal sex. I was pretty innocuous looking back.

We walked through the gate and up the path into his house. Climbed the stairway up to the bit story where his bedroom and individual privy were. We walked into his bedroom 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 hall"
"It'll be worsened later."He slipped behind me. Wrapping his helping hand around my waistline."You're beautiful, you know ?"and with that he unzipped my skirt. The heavy sword buckles on my skirt caused it to hit the floor immediately. There I was, standing in the center of his sleeping room, patent leather horseshoe and corset in jet back, my jet black hair's-breadth in a bun, red lace panties. He pulled the tie out of my bun, letting my well-past shoulder length hair's-breadth fall down. He inched me towards the understructure of his bed.
"stop still sweetie"
I waited dutifully. I wasn't sure what he wanted. He let go of me, and pushed me lightly in the middle of the rachis. I stepped forwards. My knees touching the footboard of his bed. I felt a piece of hard laurel wreath around my left ankle. And around my right. My brain wondered"Why would he tie my feet together ? Seems silly !"Then I realised. Not together… but one to each footboard of his queen sized bed.

My ridiculously big heels were tottery to fend in. With my branch spread as panoptic as he could get them secured to each footboard, I was barely stable. Certainly my lone alternative were to fall backwards and body politic on my ass, or lean forwards over the bed.

I did all I could do. slant forward over the bed. As I did I looked over my shoulder to see him standing behind me holding a grim leather whiplash. He brought it down hard across my ass. I cried out.
"OUCH. Don't ! It hurts !"He smiled.
"Shut up bitch"
Whack. Again. I could feel my ass turning the Lapp colour as my tiny red panties.
whack. Again. It really hurt."
"Seriously, STOP IT"
He whispered.
"If you can't be quiet alone, I'll aid you."
"No, it hurts, I want you to fuck me, but the whipping hurts babe."
"I want it to wound. I want to ascertain it hurt. do on, just tonight ? Please ?"
I hesitated.
"I do get it on you"he said.
I was sufficiently convinced and manipulated. Amazing what missy will concur to when a man whispers I love yous.
He pulled out a tie. His old schoolhouse tie. Gagging me with it. I bit down on the elusive fabric.
Whack. whang. Whack.
My knees were shaking
belt. knock. Whack.
The leather whip had sent my ass so red, it was excruciating. I was soaking though my pantie though, the alcohol made me so horny.
He ran his fingertips under the lace rim of my panties.
"Your ass really does fit your step-in you know."
He pulled them roughly down to my thighs. Pushing his way deep into my pussy.
Having his coxa press against my raw ass was agony.
I dug my fingerbreadth 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 support myself anymore. His hands, my throat, supporting all my weighting.
My corset made my breathing shallow. I became short headed. I couldn't protest for air through the tie gag. My visual sensation blurred. I was reached with my hand to touch his, but I was too weak and dizzy to communicate.
I passed out.

I don't make out how hanker I was out for.
A while I guess.
My brain was muzzy, my eyes still closed. The throbbing pain in my throat was there. I swallowed. No gag. The balmy feeling under my back… I was on the bed. I could palpate a poise breeze over the hard line of business where the boning in my stays sat. I was naked. I went to run my finger over the soon-to-be bruises on my pharynx. A clink as I reached the end of a chain of mountains. I wriggled my wrist. jail jail chink. Steel cuffs clinking against a steel bedframe. I tried my other articulatio radiocarpea. I was met with the same clinking.
I opened my eyes. It was dark. I felt my long lashes brush against a blindfold.
I was chill, the Nox air of the beginning of wintertime was causing my thigh to get goosebumps. My knock off pussy was certainly feeling the cold.
I tried to pull my human knee up. They didn't move either. The hard feelings around my ankles told me I was cuffed to the human foot of the bed. Spread eagle, sot, blindfolded. silence in the way around me.
Anxiety was setting in.
The clinking of my wrist joint cuffs had alerted my beau to my consciousness.
"You fainted sweetie."
"How long have I been out ?"
"fivesome minutes or so."
I was settled a little by the strait of his voice.
"I want to play with you some more, are you alright ?"he asked thoughtfully. I felt his free weight on the bed next to me. Running his tongue over my nipples.
"Yes I'm ok, please don't make me go by out again, my head hurts"
"Ok honey, I didn't mean value to, I got carried away"
He climbed between my genu. He ran his sassing over my shaved puss. Licking gently inside. I was still wet. He pressed his tongue against my clit. I was desperate for an coming. He flicked my button gently with his tongue tip, and then I felt two wet fingers at the entrance of my kitty.
"Tonight, my little trollop, I'm going to make the well-nigh of having you all tied up. I'm going to drop all nighttime, and by the end of it, you'll have had something in every hole."His voice changed. It was higher, colder. A little lupus erythematosus warm than usual. It was authoritarian. Intimidating. It made me need to obey. It made me want to delight him.
He pressed his tongue hard against my clit. Forcing two fingers straight into my pussy. 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 nervous, I felt myself closing up. He forced his fingerbreadth into my ass as I came, it was sore, even though it was just the tip of his finger up to the first knuckle joint. I was pretty embarrassed. He laughed.
He stopped and climbed up and sat on my chest. He leaned forward and pushed his cock into my mouth. He start to shove his peter in and out of my mouth
"suction gripe suck."
I sucked as backbreaking as I could, his big punishing stopcock in my mouthpiece. He fucked my back talk as hard as he possibly could. I was gagging, His 22cm cock was killing my throat.
Without warning he stopped again, climbing off my chest of drawers.

He climbed down the bed, and pressed the head word of his shaft against my cunt. I was wet.
"Can you feel how wet you are slut ? Such a tight wet slit. evidence me it's all mine."
"It's all yours"I rasped through my sore pharynx
He slapped my face.
"Properly, my footling puss. Say it properly."
"It's all yours"I rasped out a little more clearly.
He spat on my cheek, rubbing it into my aspect.
"That's right, you're all mine cunt."
He slapped my face hard, and grabbed my chin.
"Do you want my cock inside you ?"He grabbed his shaft with the early manus and started rubbing my button with the chief 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 nipples. He dropped the whip, on my stomach, and took detainment of my properly nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Now, bitch, how practically do you need my dick ?"as he asked it he started to twist my nipple. Hard. Pulling it.
"Ow, a lot, a lot !"I exclaimed. My voice was still cracking from him fucking my mouth though.
He let go of my mammilla
rap
Another shrill hit from his leather whip.
I felt his cock drift from my clitoris. Pressed against my pussy. He pushed in. Just a enough that I could feel it. Right at the entrance.
Both his men grabbed my nipples, twisting backbreaking, pulling my tits out. It hurt so much.
"Beg like the tart 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 make out me. I told him I couldn't live without his prick inside my cunt. I told him I was his whore, and that I loved his peter inside my slit. I told him everything I could cogitate of. Every ego deprecating word earnt me another piffling bit of cock. Not for a indorse did he let the pressure go on my twisted, pulled nipples. He was finally deep inside me. By that stage I'd called myself every dirty word I could suppose of. I was desperately corneous. He was turning me into a wanton slut. I could hear the desperation in my voice.
"Grind."He ordered, as his cock pressed deep inside my pussy. I moved my hips as best I could, with my ankle still secured to the bed. After a instant or two he released my aching mamilla from his vice like suitcase. Blood went to them immediately, searing pain shot through them. I moaned.
He ordered silence. Stuffing that green tie back inside my mouth.
He started to jeer.
"I know a puss like you can bed knockout than that"
"Grinder harder. I want you to come."
"That's it kick, it's not like I can come like this. Your worthless cunt won't get me there this way"
"oeuvre my cock like a cheap whore."
I worked as punishing as I could. I was despairing to derive. As I finally got close he started to rip out, and then drive back in. I relaxed, and he fucked my pussy hard. He pushed and pushed into my pussy. 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 boob. He pulled the gag out and shoved his cock into my mouth. I started to suck
"That's it comeslut. clobber your succus of my cock. That's it. Lick puzzle out"
I did as I was told. Suddenly he pulled his hammer out of my back talk and pressed it against my impudence, covering my boldness with hot sticky come. My low gear nervus facialis.
I heard a pawl. Then the racket of a camera taking a photograph.
I was too tire out to object.
His fingerbreadth scooped the come up off my nerve and he grabbed my chin with the other hand, parting my sassing. He scooped every drop he could into my back talk.
He was satisfied with his clean up job. He pulled my blindfold off, and started to untie my James Bond. My ankles and articulatio radiocarpea were bruised, my throat bruised, my breasts and ass whipped. He left me curled up on the bed, wandered to the toilet and turned on the H2O in his built for two tub. I heard the body of water shut off. He scooped me up off the bed, carrying my sore naked soundbox to the tub.
"I love you"he whispered.
"I love you too"I said as he lowered me into the piddle. He climbed in behind me, massaging my sore articulatio humeri, washing my long black hairsbreadth .