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I like hardcore fucking in soft, fluffy handcuffs. I don’t care what is done to me as long as I have those handcuffs on me. The first person who fucked me like this was my father. He was a kinky motherfucker who loved to make me his bitch. Since I was a teen, he got me hooked on BDSM and worshiping him as my Master. He fucked me into submission every night, putting me in these fluffy, pink handcuffs that he got from the sex store. He whipped me, choked me and even tried to waterboard me with his piss. It got to the point that he could control me at any time. I didn’t even try to tell my Mom about what we were doing (not that she would be able to believe her daughter could be such a nasty whore). When he wanted me, he could get me with the snap of his finger, putting me in those pink handcuffs that I always loved.
One memory that will never leave my mind is when I was kidnapped and used as a sex slave for a bunch of teens. I was their instructor, and I had given each of them a failing grade in my class. They warned me that there would be consequences for giving them those grades. I didn’t think anything of it as I thought they wouldn’t have dared hurt me. One day, when I was pumping gas in my car, someone came up behind me and blindfolded me. Another scooped up my legs and they took me to their car. They had nowhere to take me, so they drove out to a field and forced me to strip naked. Those students tied me up tight with rope and then they publicly took turns fantasy raping me. This was punishment, they said, for giving them terrible grades. It was their right to take revenge on me. By the time they were done, my body was covered in cum, all of my holes were sore and red from the abuse, and I was left on the side of the road for anyone else to come and use me.
It’s no wonder a whore like me is always in situations like this. One minute, you make me serve drinks in a French maid’s outfit to each of your friends. They’re pinching my ass since you refuse to let me wear panties. The pinching becomes rubbing my pussy. The next minute, each of you are trying to see how far you can stick your cocks down my throat. You tell them that I’m your toy, but that they can borrow me for the night. One of them got a hold of me and lifted my skirt while another came and rubbed my clit. I begged for you to make them stop, but you said that it was my fault for enticing them. You all decide to see who can breed me first, creaming inside of me and pounding my delicate pussy until I can’t even feel my legs anymore. If I am not pregnant in the next month, you give them permission to come ravage me again.