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I was dressed for a company. I was a adolescent back then. It was a Saturday night. My ordinarily ignite brown hair was dyed blue-black. The blacken hair made my green eyes shine vivid than usual. My fifteen centimeter heels made me an tremendous 177cm tall. Still not as tall as my boyfriend who was Thomas More than 6'tall.

"Breathe out"he commanded. I exhaled as difficult as I could, preparing for the rib-crushing torturing as he strapped me into my shining letters patent leather corset. He pulled the strings of my lace up corset crushing my size 8 waist, pushing my DD cup breasts up out the top. The stays was bridge player made by some local room decorator. One of a kind. The patent leather shoe with ribbon laced through were implication. My midget red lace panties were pulled tight across my white ass as I held onto the bed situation as punishing as I could.

He slapped my ass playfully."There you."Tying the cords 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 back. Picture perfect.

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

The party was tone down. The company was average. After a couple of hr 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 billet 45 minutes in the car. The alcohol was keeping me buzzed. We joked lightly, big alloy playing on the stereo. He went unsounded 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 cock out through the gap made by his zipper. It was diffused. Without looking up from the road he reached across and pressed the button on my seatbelt. 100kmh. On a well-lit motorway. heart lane. His oculus still fixed on the route ahead.

He'd never been a ennoble sort of guy, but tonight, something was bothering him. He grabbed me by the haircloth and dragged my face over to his lap. I squirmed in my seat. The corset and tight 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 tuck them in, and I needed my hands for balance. He pressed my font into his fork. His soft shaft pressed against my cherry red lips. He let go of my hairsbreadth, leaned and pinched a teat hard. As I gasped, he pushed his cock between my mouth, forcing all of his cock into my mouth. I immediately felt his prick start to harden. Filling my mouth quickly, it pressed against the back of my pharynx. I'd sucked his peter a hundred times before. Twice before we left the business firm. His cock was far too long to fit all the way in my mouth. I wanted to cough as it pressed against the rear of my pharynx. He pushed down on the back of my head. Determined I was going to deep throat him. My heart began to H2O. My eyeliner dripping onto his knickers. He could feel me gagging, struggling to breathe. He eased the press, I pulled my face up a little and pick up my breath. I was despairing to slant back and ease my sore rib, the press from the corset, the suffocation on his prick, the alcohol… I was getting light headed. As I was about to readjust to sit up, he pushed my header back down. Further and harder. I had nearly all of his rock gruelling shaft in my mouth."Suck baby, come on"he urged softly. Eyes still fixed on the thruway. Every moment or so he'd back off, impart me a second gear to catch my breather. 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 sleazy woman of the street, 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 brow and started to slowly tuck my white meat away. I didn't have a car or a licence. It was too recent for a train. A taxi would be a hundred dollar or More home. As detriment as I was, I didn't have much of a choice but to suck up it up and go inside. Sensing he'd bruise my intuitive feeling he leaned over, kissed my clavicle."You misunderstand. I respect you, I love you, but in bed I want you to be a jade. I know you're a courteous girl, but please just for tonight, let me treat you like a whore."

I was taken aback. straits pounding. We had sex all the time - we were averaging about 15 multiplication a hebdomad. I blew him every day. I didn't know what he wanted. He was kissing my collarbone. A frail smear of mine. A kiss to the collarbone is adequate to get me to agree to most matter."I don't know what you mean… Can you secern me ..."I trailed off. His cuddling was getting Sir Thomas More intense. He paused."Come inside. I'll appearance you. It will offend a petty, but I think you'll like it."

I'd had sex with a duo of guys. I thought I was give minded. I'd had sex in a couple of spot, but that was it. Never used any kind of sex toy or airplane propeller, certainly never had rough sex. I'd never had anal sex. I was pretty impeccant looking back.

We walked through the logic gate and up the path into his mansion. Climbed the staircase up to the second story where his bedroom and private bathroom were. We walked into his chamber 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 regretful later."He slipped behind me. Wrapping his helping hand around my waist."You're beautiful, you know ?"and with that he unzipped my skirt. The lumbering steel buckles on my skirt caused it to hit the trading floor immediately. There I was, standing in the heart of his sleeping accommodation, patent leather place and corset in jet back, my jet blackened fuzz in a bun, red lace pantie. He pulled the tie out of my bun, letting my well-past shoulder joint length pilus fall down. He inched me towards the base of his bed.
"check still sweetie"
I waited dutifully. I wasn't sure what he wanted. He let go of me, and pushed me lightly in the center of the back. I stepped forwards. My knee touching the footboard of his bed. I felt a musical composition of surd decoration around my left mortise joint. And around my right hand. My brain wondered"Why would he tie my animal 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 remain firm in. With my legs spread as wide as he could get them secured to each footboard, I was barely stable. Certainly my lonesome alternative were to precipitate backwards and land on my ass, or thin forwards over the bed.

I did all I could do. angle forward over the bed. As I did I looked over my shoulder to see him standing behind me holding a fatal leather lash. 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 same colour as my flyspeck red panties.
whack. Again. It really smart."
"Seriously, STOP IT"
He whispered.
"If you can't be tranquilize alone, I'll avail you."
"No, it hurts, I want you to fuck me, but the whipping hurts babe."
"I want it to hurt. I want to look on it hurt. fall on, just tonight ? Please ?"
I hesitated.
"I do love you"he said.
I was sufficiently convinced and manipulated. Amazing what miss will concur 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.
knock. Whack. Whack.
My knee joint were shaking
Whack. Whack. 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 match your pantie you know."
He pulled them roughly down to my thigh. Pushing his way deep into my pussy.
Having his rosehip press against my raw ass was suffering.
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 bear out myself anymore. His hands, my throat, supporting all my weight.
My corset made my breathing shallow. I became promiscuous headed. I couldn't objection for air through the tie gag. My vision blurred. I was reached with my bridge player to touch his, but I was too unaccented and empty-headed to communicate.
I passed out.

I don't know how long I was out for.
A while I guess.
My mental capacity was fuzzy, my centre still closed. The throbbing pain in my pharynx was there. I swallowed. No gag. The soft feeling under my back… I was on the bed. I could feel a chill gentle wind over the hard dividing line where the boning in my corset sat. I was naked. I went to run my fingers over the soon-to-be bruises on my pharynx. A clink as I reached the end of a mountain chain. I wriggled my articulatio radiocarpea. Clink jailhouse click. sword cuffs clinking against a steel bedstead. I tried my former wrist. I was met with the Same clinking.
I opened my eyes. It was bleak. I felt my hanker eyelash coppice against a blindfold.
I was poise, the night air of the beginning of wintertime was causing my thighs to get horripilation. My shaved slit was certainly feeling the cold.
I tried to get out my knees up. They didn't move either. The hard feel around my ankle joint told me I was cuffed to the foot of the bed. Spread eagle, drunkard, blindfolded. quiet in the way around me.
anxiousness was setting in.
The clinking of my wrist cuffs had alerted my boyfriend to my consciousness.
"You fainted sweetie."
"How long have I been out ?"
"Five minutes or so."
I was settled a little by the phone of his voice.
"I want to play 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 guide out again, my caput hurts"
"Ok beloved, I didn't mean to, I got carried away"
He climbed between my articulatio genus. He ran his sassing over my shave pussy. Licking gently inside. I was still wet. He pressed his glossa against my clit. I was desperate for an orgasm. He flicked my clit gently with his tongue tip, and then I felt two wet fingers at the entrance of my pussy.
"Tonight, my little trollop, I'm going to make the most 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 picayune less lovesome than usual. It was authoritarian. Intimidating. It made me want to obey. It made me want to delight him.
He pressed his tongue hard against my clit. Forcing two finger's breadth straight into my pussy. He pressed up hard against my g spot. As I started to get finish to coming, I felt another wet finger pressed against my mother fucker. I was aflutter, 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 gear knuckle. 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 tool in and out of my mouth
"sucking bitch suck."
I sucked as hard as I could, his big backbreaking pecker in my mouth. He fucked my sass 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 read/write head of his cock against my puss. I was wet.
"Can you feel how wet you are slut ? Such a tight wet cunt. 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 case hard, and grabbed my chin.
"Do you want my cock inside you ?"He grabbed his dig with the other mitt 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 mammilla. He dropped the whip, on my tum, and took grip of my properly nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Now, bitch, how much do you want my cock ?"as he asked it he started to worm my mamilla. Hard. Pulling it.
"Ow, a lot, a lot !"I exclaimed. My voice was still cracking from him fucking my sass though.
He let go of my nipple
rap
Another shrill hit from his leather whip.
I felt his peter drift from my button. Pressed against my puss. He pushed in. Just a enough that I could sense it. Right at the entrance.
Both his hands grabbed my pap, twisting hard, pulling my pap out. It hurt so much.
"Beg like the harlot we both know you are, and I'll give you a centimeter more."
I begged. Like a junkie begging for another hit. I begged him to bang me. I told him I couldn't live without his cock inside my cunt. I told him I was his whore, and that I loved his cock inside my pussy. I told him everything I could intend of. Every ego deprecating intelligence earnt me another trivial bit of cock. Not for a second did he let the pressure level go on my distorted, pulled mamilla. He was finally deep inside me. By that stagecoach I'd called myself every dirty Son I could guess 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 deeply inside my pussy. I moved my hip as best I could, with my ankle still secured to the bed. After a consequence or two he released my aching nipples from his vice like grip. 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 cunt like you can be intimate difficult than that"
"Grinder harder. I want you to come."
"That's it bitch, it's not like I can come like this. Your worthless pussy won't get me there this way"
"Work my cock like a cheap whore."
I worked as concentrated as I could. I was desperate to come. As I finally got close he started to take out out, and then press back in. I relaxed, and he fucked my pussy hard. He pushed and pushed into my cunt. 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 breast. He pulled the gag out and shoved his putz into my mouthpiece. I started to suck
"That's it comeslut. Lick your juices of my tool. That's it. salt lick lick"
I did as I was told. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pressed it against my buttock, covering my grimace with hot unenviable come. My offset facial.
I heard a click. Then the disturbance of a camera taking a photograph.
I was too tired to object.
His finger scooped the come up off my face and he grabbed my chin with the other handwriting, parting my lips. 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 alliance. My ankles and carpus were bruised, my throat bruised, my breasts and ass whipped. He left me curled up on the bed, wandered to the bathroom and turned on the water system in his built for two tub. I heard the pee shut off. He scooped me up off the bed, carrying my sore naked eubstance to the tub.
"I love you"he whispered.
"I love you too"I said as he lowered me into the piss. He climbed in behind me, massaging my sore shoulders, washing my foresighted disastrous hair .