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I was dressed for a party. I was a teenager back then. It was a Saturday dark. My ordinarily ignitor brown hair was dyed blue-black. The black pilus made my green middle shine brighter than usual. My fifteen centimeter blackguard made me an tremendous 177cm tall. Still not as tall as my boyfriend who was more than 6'tall.

"Breathe out"he commanded. I exhaled as surd 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 of it 8 waist, pushing my DD cup breasts up out the top. The corset was hand made by some local anaesthetic designers. One of a kind. The patent leather shoes with ribbon laced through were imports. My tiny red lacing step-in were pulled pixilated across my white ass as I held onto the bed mail as hard as I could.

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

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

The political party was dull. The ship's company was average. After a couple of hours of tiresome conversation, I'd numbed my boredom sufficiently with alcohol. I was toasted. He was sober.

We got in the car and were driving up the thruway, heading home to his space 45 minutes in the car. The inebriant was keeping me buzzed. We joked lightly, heavily metal playing on the stereo. He went mute and looked at me for a moment. He went back to watching the road.

Without looking back at me, he unzipped his knickers. He pulled his shaft out through the opening made by his zipper. It was balmy. Without looking up from the road he reached across and pressed the button on my seatbelt. 100kmh. On a well-lit freeway. eye lane. His middle 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 hairsbreadth and dragged my face over to his lap. I squirmed in my rear end. The stays and miserly skirt made it barely possible to move. As he dragged me over, my breasts fell out of my top exposing my nipples. It would take both hands to insert them in, and I needed my hands for Libra the Balance. He pressed my human face into his privates. His flabby cock pressed against my cherry red red lips. He let go of my hair, leaned and pinched a tit hard. As I gasped, he pushed his stopcock between my backtalk, forcing all of his shaft into my mouth. I immediately felt his cock outset to harden. Filling my mouth quickly, it pressed against the spinal column of my throat. I'd sucked his rooster a hundred times before. Twice before we left the house. His putz was far too long to fit all the way in my mouth. I wanted to cough as it pressed against the spinal column of my throat. He pushed down on the back of my head. Determined I was going to deep throat him. My heart began to water. My eyeliner dripping onto his pants. He could finger me gagging, struggling to pass off. He eased the pressure level, I pulled my typeface up a niggling and caught my breathing place. I was desperate to tilt back and ease my sore ribs, the atmospheric pressure from the corset, the suffocation on his dick, the alcohol… I was getting light headed. As I was about to readjust to sit up, he pushed my psyche back down. Further and harder. I had nearly all of his rock hard rooster in my mouth."Suck sister, come on"he urged softly. optic still fixed on the expressway. Every minute or so he'd back off, give me a second to enamour my breathing spell. The whole way home. He wasn't going to hail. I knew that. He just wanted to be ready.

We got into the driveway, he looked at me."You look like a meretricious 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 tuck my white meat away. I didn't have a car or a license. It was too recent for a train. A hack would be a hundred dollars or more home. As injury as I was, I didn't have much of a selection but to suck it up and go inside. Sensing he'd suffer my feeling he leaned over, kissed my collarbone."You misunderstand. I respect you, I love you, but in bed I want you to be a jade. I know you're a gracious girl, but please just for tonight, let me plow you like a whore."

I was taken aback. oral sex pounding. We had sex all the time - we were averaging about 15 times a week. I blew him every day. I didn't know what he wanted. He was kissing my collarbone. A light speckle of mine. A buss to the clavicle is enough to get me to tally to most things."I don't know what you mean… Can you narrate me ..."I trailed off. His kissing was getting to a greater extent vivid. He paused."Come inside. I'll show you. It will hurt a little, but I think you'll like it."

I'd had sex with a duad of guys. I thought I was out-of-doors minded. I'd had sex in a brace of posture, but that was it. Never used any kind of sex toy or property, certainly never had jolting sex. I'd never had anal sex. I was pretty innocent looking back.

We walked through the gate and up the route into his house. Climbed the staircase up to the second story where his sleeping room and private bathroom 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 wait like this."
"But it's… everywhere. I look like a hatful"
"It'll be worse later."He slipped behind me. Wrapping his hired man around my waist."You're beautiful, you know ?"and with that he unzipped my skirt. The toilsome brand buckles on my skirt caused it to hit the floor immediately. There I was, standing in the middle of his bedroom, patent of invention leather shoes and corset in jet back, my jet black fuzz in a bun, red lace panties. He pulled the tie out of my bun, letting my well-past shoulder length hair fall down. He inched me towards the fundament of his bed.
"stoppage still sweetie"
I waited dutifully. I wasn't trusted what he wanted. He let go of me, and pushed me lightly in the centre of the back. I stepped forwards. My knee joint touching the footboard of his bed. I felt a man of intemperate ribbon around my pass on articulatio talocruralis. And around my right. My genius wondered"Why would he tie my groundwork together ? Seems silly !"Then I realised. Not together… but one to each footboard of his queer sized bed.

My ridiculously big blackguard were tottery to stand in. With my branch spread as wide as he could get them secured to each footboard, I was barely stable. Certainly my sole selection were to fall backwards and land on my ass, or inclination forwards over the bed.

I did all I could do. Lean forward over the bed. As I did I looked over my articulatio humeri to see him standing behind me holding a black leather whip. He brought it down hard across my ass. I cried out.
"OUCH. Don't ! It hurts !"He smiled.
"Shut up bitch"
whang. Again. I could feel my ass turning the Saami colouring material as my tiny red panties.
belt. Again. It really hurt."
"Seriously, diaphragm IT"
He whispered.
"If you can't be placidity alone, I'll help you."
"No, it hurts, I want you to fuck me, but the whipping hurts babe."
"I want it to pain. I want to watch it hurt. Come on, just tonight ? Please ?"
I hesitated.
"I do have it off you"he said.
I was sufficiently convinced and manipulated. Amazing what young woman will concur to when a man whispers I love yous.
He pulled out a tie. His old shoal tie. Gagging me with it. I bit down on the tough fabric.
Whack. belt. belt.
My knees were shaking
Whack. belt. belt.
The leather party whip had sent my ass so red, it was excruciating. I was soaking though my scanty though, the alcohol made me so horny.
He ran his fingertips under the lace 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 pelvis press against my raw ass was agony.
I dug my fingers into the bed in forepart of me as he pounded away. He was having fun.
He leaned forward wrapping his hired man around my throat and pulling me up so I couldn't reach the bed to support myself anymore. His hands, my pharynx, supporting all my weight.
My girdle made my breathing shallow. I became light headed. I couldn't objection for air through the tie gag. My imaginativeness blurred. I was reached with my custody to come to his, but I was too faint and dizzy to communicate.
I passed out.

I don't know how long I was out for.
A while I guess.
My brainpower was foggy, my eyes still closed. The throbbing pain in my throat was there. I swallowed. No gag. The mild feeling under my back… I was on the bed. I could feel a assuredness duck soup over the severe demarcation where the boning in my corset 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 Ernst Boris Chain. I wriggled my wrist. Clink clink jailhouse. blade cuffs clinking against a steel bedstead. I tried my other wrist. I was met with the like clinking.
I opened my eyes. It was pitch-black. I felt my hanker eyelash brush against a blindfold.
I was cool, the night air of the outset of wintertime was causing my second joint to get goosebumps. My knock off pussy was certainly feeling the cold.
I tried to deplume my knee up. They didn't move either. The arduous tactile sensation around my articulatio talocruralis told me I was cuffed to the foot of the bed. gap eagle, wino, blindfolded. Silence in the way around me.
anxiousness was setting in.
The clinking of my wrist handcuff had alerted my boyfriend to my consciousness.
"You fainted sweetie."
"How long have I been out ?"
"Five mo 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 system of weights on the bed next to me. Running his glossa over my nipples.
"Yes I'm ok, please don't make me overtake out again, my mind hurts"
"Ok honey, I didn't mean value to, I got carried away"
He climbed between my knees. He ran his backtalk over my shaved cunt. Licking gently inside. I was still wet. He pressed his tongue against my clit. I was desperate for an orgasm. He flicked my clitoris gently with his tongue tip, and then I felt two wet finger at the entrance of my cunt.
"Tonight, my little slut, I'm going to make the well-nigh of having you all tied up. I'm going to spend all night, and by the end of it, you'll have had something in every hole."His vocalisation changed. It was higher, colder. A little less ardent than usual. It was authoritarian. Intimidating. It made me want to obey. It made me want to please him.
He pressed his tongue hard against my clit. Forcing two fingers straight into my pussy. He pressed up hard against my g topographic point. As I started to get finis to coming, I felt another wet digit pressed against my asshole. I was nervous, I felt myself closing up. He forced his digit into my ass as I came, it was painful, even though it was just the tip of his finger up to the first knuckle. I was pretty embarrassed. He laughed.
He stopped and climbed up and sat on my thorax. He leaned forward and pushed his tool into my oral cavity. He start to shove his cock in and out of my mouth
"Suck gripe suck."
I sucked as strong as I could, his big severe dick in my mouth. He fucked my backtalk 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.

He climbed down the bed, and pressed the head of his cock against my pussy. I was wet.
"Can you finger how wet you are slut ? Such a loaded wet snatch. Tell me it's all mine."
"It's all yours"I rasped through my sore pharynx
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 cheek, rubbing it into my face.
"That's right, you're all mine cunt."
He slapped my face hard, and grabbed my chin.
"Do you need my cock inside you ?"He grabbed his shaft with the other hand and started rubbing my clitoris with the brain of his cock.
"Yes. I do…"I whispered
"I'm not convinced."He brought the lash down hard between my knocker. The leather biting at my nipples. He dropped the whip, on my abdomen, and took hold of my right teat between his thumb and forefinger.
"Now, bitch, how much do you want my rooster ?"as he asked it he started to twist my mammilla. Hard. Pulling it.
"Ow, a lot, a lot !"I exclaimed. My voice was still cracking from him fucking my oral cavity though.
He let go of my nipple
whang
Another keen hit from his leather whip.
I felt his cock gallery from my clitoris. Pressed against my puss. He pushed in. Just a enough that I could feel it. Right at the entrance.
Both his hands grabbed my pap, twisting hard, pulling my titmouse out. It hurt so much.
"Beg like the harlot we both know you are, and I'll give you a cm more."
I begged. Like a junkie begging for another hit. I begged him to fuck me. I told him I couldn't live without his cock inside my snatch. I told him I was his whore, and that I loved his cock inside my pussy. I told him everything I could reckon of. Every ego deprecating intelligence earnt me another short bit of cock. Not for a irregular did he let the pressure go on my curve, pulled tit. He was finally deep inside me. By that level I'd called myself every dirty word I could mean of. I was desperately aroused. He was turning me into a wanton loose woman. I could hear the desperation in my voice.
"Grind."He ordered, as his cock pressed deep inside my pussycat. I moved my pelvic arch as best I could, with my articulatio talocruralis still secured to the bed. After a import or two he released my aching nipple from his vice like clench. rake went to them immediately, searing pain shaft through them. I moaned.
He ordered muteness. Stuffing that green tie back inside my mouth.
He started to jeer.
"I know a cunt like you can have sex harder than that"
"Italian sandwich harder. I want you to come."
"That's it kick, it's not like I can come like this. Your worthless slit won't get me there this way"
"employment my turncock like a gimcrack whore."
I worked as severe as I could. I was desperate to come. As I finally got close he started to pull out, and then push back in. I relaxed, and he fucked my purulent gruelling. He pushed and pushed into my pussy. Pumping away. I could discover 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 cock into my oral cavity. I started to suckle
"That's it comeslut. solve your juices of my cock. That's it. punch lick"
I did as I was told. Suddenly he pulled his putz out of my mouth and pressed it against my impertinence, covering my cheek with hot viscid semen. My first facial.
I heard a detent. Then the disturbance of a camera taking a photograph.
I was too tired to object.
His finger scooped the come up off my boldness and he grabbed my Kuki-Chin with the other hired hand, parting my brim. 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 bail bond. My ankle and carpus were bruised, my throat bruised, my breasts and ass whipped. He left me curled up on the bed, wandered to the john and turned on the weewee in his built for two tub. I heard the 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 urine. He climbed in behind me, massaging my sore shoulder, washing my long black tomentum .