I'm a glutton for more... of you. Your pleasure, your pain - your joy your hate - I want and need it all. I will make it mine.
These are my depraved thoughts and desires about the subjugation and ownership of women. There is nothing that should be off-limits for the pleasure of Him, sadistic, perverted or otherwise.
Sydney, AU
This should be a sluts first time. Helpless and utterly impossible to escape, but with just enough wiggle room to liven it's pitiful struggle for freedom.
You get to watch Him approach, thick legged trousers from the distance. Long measured steps across the echoing dungeon floor. Not in a hurry at all, suspenseful even, as though he takes in the contorted scene, letting jangling chains play music to the beat of heavy breaths. Like it's own horror movie, everything speeds up as He gets close enough to touch, to feel the sweat running down the tense, exposed ass before Him, breathing the stench of terror and suffering. Shoes, the only thing now in view, were covered by trousers, which fell like like a curtain against any lingering hope. The bar under your hips is not your friend, but it's the only thing that would hold you as He first slides into you. There's no room to move or ease it in as your hole accommodates the now thick member driving nails through your body. Tight enough to wince with every throb pulsing right through the tip nuzzled against your cervix, where every stroke forces the skin to breaking point as it struggles to contain Him. Pain birthed from your core stabs through with metal bound limbs supporting every. single. push. as it splits your cunt, mercilessly. Every cut forced into wrists and ankles as though to slip through the shackles isn't even felt although it only spurs the ride on, faster and faster as the cacophony torments the trapped slut inside. A spiraling hole of desperate reminders of being an enslaved fuckhole.
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This should be a sluts first time. Helpless and utterly impossible to escape, but with just enough wiggle room to liven it's pitiful struggle for freedom.
You get to watch Him approach, thick legged trousers from the distance. Long measured steps across the echoing dungeon floor. Not in a hurry at all, suspenseful even, as though he takes in the contorted scene, letting jangling chains play music to the beat of heavy breaths. Like it's own horror movie, everything speeds up as He gets close enough to touch, to feel the sweat running down the tense, exposed ass before Him, breathing the stench of terror and suffering. Shoes, the only thing now in view, were covered by trousers, which fell like like a curtain against any lingering hope. The bar under your hips is not your friend, but it's the only thing that would hold you as He first slides into you. There's no room to move or ease it in as your hole accommodates the now thick member driving nails through your body. Tight enough to wince with every throb pulsing right through the tip nuzzled against your cervix, where every stroke forces the skin to breaking point as it struggles to contain Him. Pain birthed from your core stabs through with metal bound limbs supporting every. single. push. as it splits your cunt, mercilessly. Every cut forced into wrists and ankles as though to slip through the shackles isn't even felt although it only spurs the ride on, faster and faster as the cacophony torments the trapped slut inside. A spiraling hole of desperate reminders of being an enslaved fuckhole.