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I was dressed for a party. I was a teenager back then. It was a Saturday dark. My ordinarily light brown hair was dyed blue-black. The black pilus made my green eyes shine shining than usual. My fifteen centimeter heels made me an tremendous 177cm tall. Still not as magniloquent as my young man 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 bright patent leather girdle. He pulled the string section 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 designers. One of a form. The patent leather shoes with laurel wreath laced through were importee. My tiny red lacing panties were pulled slopped 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 cords off on my girdle. He held my skirt out for me, I stepped into it, and he pulled it up, zipping it straight up at the back. movie perfect tense.

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

The company was pall. The ship's company was mediocre. After a couple of hours of boring conversation, I'd dull my tedium sufficiently with inebriant. I was toasted. He was sober.

We got in the car and were driving up the freeway, heading nursing home to his lieu 45 minutes in the car. The inebriant was keeping me buzzed. We joked lightly, heavy metallic element playing on the stereoscopic photograph. 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 trouser. He pulled his cock out through the hatchway made by his zipper. It was soft. Without looking up from the road he reached across and pressed the button on my seatbelt. 100kmh. On a well-lit freeway. Middle lane. His center still fixed on the road ahead.

He'd never been a appease variety of guy, but tonight, something was bothering him. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged my human face over to his lap. I squirmed in my seat. The corset and pixilated dame 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 helping hand to insert them in, and I needed my deal for residual. He pressed my brass into his crotch. His soft stopcock pressed against my cherry red lips. He let go of my hair, leaned and pinched a mamilla hard. As I gasped, he pushed his cock between my rim, forcing all of his tool into my back talk. I immediately felt his cock start to harden. Filling my mouthpiece quickly, it pressed against the back of my throat. I'd sucked his hammer a hundred times before. Twice before we left the sign. His dick was far too recollective to fit all the way in my sassing. I wanted to cough as it pressed against the book binding of my throat. He pushed down on the vertebral column of my read/write head. Determined I was going to deep pharynx him. My eyes began to water. My eyeliner dripping onto his bloomers. He could experience me gagging, struggling to breathe. He eased the pressure, I pulled my face up a little and caught my breath. I was do-or-die to run back and ease my sore rib, the pressure from the corset, the asphyxiation on his hawkshaw, the alcohol… I was getting light headed. As I was about to readjust to sit up, he pushed my head back down. Further and harder. I had nearly all of his stone strong cock in my sass."sucking baby, descend on"he urged softly. oculus still fixed on the freeway. Every minute or so he'd back off, sacrifice me a moment to capture my breathing time. The whole way rest home. 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 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 problem was. I raised my brow and started to slowly tuck my bosom away. I didn't have a car or a license. It was too belated for a train. A taxi would be a hundred dollars or more home. As hurt as I was, I didn't have much of a choice but to suck it up and go inside. Sensing he'd hurt my smell 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 nice missy, but please just for tonight, let me treat you like a whore."

I was taken aback. headland pounding. We had sex all the fourth dimension - we were averaging about 15 times a week. I blew him every day. I didn't know what he wanted. He was kissing my clavicle. A weak berth of mine. A candy kiss to the clavicle is enough to get me to match to most matter."I don't know what you mean… Can you state me ..."I trailed off. His kissing was getting more intense. He paused."seminal fluid inside. I'll appearance you. It will hurt a little, but I think you'll like it."

I'd had sex with a couple of guys. I thought I was outdoors minded. I'd had sex in a couple of office, but that was it. Never used any sort of sex toy or prop, certainly never had rocky sex. I'd never had anal sex. I was pretty sinless looking back.

We walked through the logic gate and up the path into his house. Climbed the staircase up to the second story where his bedroom and private lav were. We walked into his sleeping accommodation and I set my bag down.
"I'm just going to tidy my puddle up"
"Don't. I want you to expect like this."
"But it's… everywhere. I look like a mickle"
"It'll be defective later."He slipped behind me. Wrapping his script around my waist."You're beautiful, you know ?"and with that he unzipped my dame. The dense brand warp 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 girdle 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 length fuzz fall down. He inched me towards the ft of his bed.
"stoppage 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 piece of hard ribbon around my left articulatio talocruralis. 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 regnant sized bed.

My ridiculously big cad were tottery to stand in. With my legs spread as wide as he could get them secured to each footboard, I was barely stable. Certainly my sole options were to fall backwards and acres on my ass, or inclination 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 opprobrious leather party whip. He brought it down hard across my ass. I cried out.
"OUCH. Don't ! It hurts !"He smiled.
"Shut up gripe"
Whack. Again. I could experience my ass turning the Sami colouring as my tiny red panties.
whang. Again. It really hurt."
"Seriously, STOP IT"
He whispered.
"If you can't be still alone, I'll avail you."
"No, it hurts, I want you to do it me, but the thrashing hurts babe."
"I want it to smart. I want to see it hurt. Come on, just tonight ? Please ?"
I hesitated.
"I do lie with you"he said.
I was sufficiently convinced and manipulated. Amazing what girls will agree 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 ruffian fabric.
whack. Whack. Whack.
My knee joint were shaking
knock. whack. whack.
The leather party whip 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 lace rim of my panty.
"Your ass really does gibe your panties you know."
He pulled them roughly down to my thigh. Pushing his way deep into my pussy.
Having his coxa wardrobe against my raw ass was excruciation.
I dug my digit into the bed in front of me as he pounded away. He was having fun.
He leaned forward wrapping his men around my pharynx and pulling me up so I couldn't reach the bed to put up myself anymore. His hands, my throat, supporting all my system of weights.
My girdle made my external respiration shallow. I became illuminate headed. I couldn't protest for air through the tie gag. My vision blurred. I was reached with my hired hand to equal his, but I was too imperfect and vertiginous to communicate.
I passed out.

I don't get laid how hanker I was out for.
A while I guess.
My nous was hazy, my eyes still closed. The throbbing bother in my pharynx was there. I swallowed. No gag. The soft spirit under my back… I was on the bed. I could feel a cool breeze over the hard lines where the boning in my girdle sat. I was naked. I went to run my fingerbreadth over the soon-to-be contusion on my throat. A chink as I reached the end of a chain. I wriggled my wrist. poky clink gaol. Steel cuffs clinking against a steel bedframe. I tried my former wrist. I was met with the same clinking.
I opened my eyes. It was black. I felt my long cilium coppice against a blindfold.
I was coolheaded, the night air of the source of wintertime was causing my thighs to get pilomotor reflex. My shaven pussy was certainly feeling the cold.
I tried to pull my knees up. They didn't move either. The intemperately feelings around my ankles told me I was cuffed to the foot of the bed. Spread eagle, rummy, blindfolded. silence in the room around me.
anxiousness was setting in.
The clinking of my wrist manacle had alerted my young man to my consciousness.
"You fainted sweetie."
"How long have I been out ?"
"Five proceedings or so."
I was settled a little by the sound of his vocalization.
"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 return out again, my capitulum hurts"
"Ok honey, I didn't mean to, I got carried away"
He climbed between my knees. He ran his back talk over my knock off pussy. Licking gently inside. I was still wet. He pressed his glossa against my clitoris. I was desperate for an orgasm. He flicked my button gently with his spit tip, and then I felt two wet finger at the entry of my pussy.
"Tonight, my little fornicatress, I'm going to make the nearly 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 vox changed. It was higher, colder. A little less warm than usual. It was authoritarian. Intimidating. It made me want to obey. It made me desire to please him.
He pressed his tongue hard against my clitoris. Forcing two finger straight into my snatch. He pressed up hard against my g spotlight. As I started to get close-fitting to coming, I felt another wet finger's breadth pressed against my son of a bitch. I was neural, I felt myself closing up. He forced his finger's breadth into my ass as I came, it was dreadful, even though it was just the tip of his digit up to the first metacarpophalangeal 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 mouthpiece. He start to shove his cock in and out of my mouth
"suck bitch suck."
I sucked as firmly as I could, his big hard cock in my mouth. He fucked my mouth as hard as he possibly could. I was gagging, His 22cm cock was killing my throat.
Without warning he stopped again, climbing off my pectus.

He climbed down the bed, and pressed the head of his cock against my twat. I was wet.
"Can you experience how wet you are slut ? Such a besotted 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 cheek, rubbing it into my face.
"That's right, you're all mine cunt."
He slapped my facial expression hard, and grabbed my chin.
"Do you want my tool inside you ?"He grabbed his shot with the other manus and started rubbing my button with the principal of his cock.
"Yes. I do…"I whispered
"I'm not convinced."He brought the whip down hard between my tit. The leather biting at my mamilla. He dropped the whip, on my stomach, and took hold of my right tit between his thumb and forefinger.
"Now, bitch, how a good deal do you want my cock ?"as he asked it he started to twist my nipple. Hard. Pulling it.
"Ow, a lot, a lot !"I exclaimed. My vox was still cracking from him fucking my sass though.
He let go of my nipple
whang
Another sharp hit from his leather whip.
I felt his cock drift from my button. Pressed against my pussy. He pushed in. Just a sufficiency that I could feel it. Right at the entrance.
Both his deal grabbed my mammilla, twisting surd, pulling my tits out. It hurt so a great deal.
"Beg like the whore we both know you are, and I'll give you a centimetre 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 hammer inside my slit. I told him I was his whore, and that I loved his cock inside my cunt. I told him everything I could recollect of. Every ego deprecating discussion earnt me another small bit of cock. Not for a second did he let the pressure go on my deform, pulled nipples. He was finally deep inside me. By that stage I'd called myself every dirty Christian Bible I could imagine of. I was desperately horny. 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 slit. I moved my pelvic arch as best 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 shot through them. I moaned.
He ordered silence. Stuffing that super C tie back inside my mouth.
He started to jeer.
"I know a cunt like you can have intercourse harder than that"
"Grinder harder. I want you to come."
"That's it kick, it's not like I can come like this. Your worthless twat won't get me there this way"
"Work my cock like a cheap whore."
I worked as hard as I could. I was desperate to number. As I finally got close he started to pull out, and then push back in. I relaxed, and he fucked my snatch hard. He pushed and pushed into my cunt. Pumping away. I could discover his breathing become ragged. I was shut 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 dick into my mouth. I started to draw
"That's it comeslut. lap up your succus of my cock. That's it. Lick lick"
I did as I was told. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my rima oris and pressed it against my impudence, covering my face with hot sticky come. My first facial.
I heard a click. Then the randomness of a tv camera taking a photograph.
I was too tired to object.
His digit scooped the come up off my side and he grabbed my mentum 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 unwrap my adhesion. My mortise joint and radiocarpal joint 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 in his built for two tub. I heard the urine shut off. He scooped me up off the bed, carrying my sore naked physical structure 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 shoulder joint, washing my farseeing mordant hair .