Extreme bondage : Master captured pictures of me, vulnerable

Extreme bondageDuring my extreme Bondage, Master captured pictures of me, vulnerable, helpless, bound and gagged, before indulging in his BDSM pleasures!  There was no escape from his control. It was a world of pleasure and pain for me. My master made me a slave to his cock! 

It was the moment when I learned that my life would revolve around fulfilling his wishes, becoming his dedicated and subservient servant for eternity. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and candles, creating an atmosphere of submission and dominance. My ass stripped by bare bottom spankings!  I cried out in pleasure and pain, my body trembling in anticipation. I felt my submission growing stronger with each second. 

I could hardly breathe as the rope tightened around my neck, pulling me into the mattress. My wrists were already bound securely above my head, the leather cuffs digging into my flesh as I struggled desperately for air. I could barely make out the dark figure looming over me, a wicked smile stretching across his face as he continued to tighten the noose.

Extreme bondage : Master captured pictures of me, vulnerable

“Please,” I gasped, my voice barely audible between gasps for air. “Please, let me up.” He chuckled, his voice low and sinister, as he continued to choke me. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. You know what you did, and now it’s time for you to pay the price.” As he spoke, he grazed a finger down my chest, making my heart race with both fear and excitement. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I realized this was more than just a BDSM scene!

 Every touch of his hand burned into my skin, etching itself permanently into my memory. And from that day on, I surrendered to a life of devoted servitude to him alone. The memory of the day Master claimed me as his own will forever be etched in my mind. I can still feel the cold, hard surface beneath me as I lay bound and gagged, helpless to resist his advances. His cock buried deep in every hole. I was his slave, and I was willing to do anything to please him. I yearned to be his, body and soul. I gave myself to him willingly, knowing that I was his forever.

His camera flashed, grabbing a moment before he began to ravage me. He showed no mercy, demanding complete submission! His cumming was the only thing that mattered anymore!  I was lost in the pleasure of his orgasm, my body trembling in pleasure. I lay there, panting and exhausted, as he slowly withdrew his cock from my trembling body. I was his, body and soul. It was then that I learned my fate—to be his obedient servant for the rest of my days. From that day on, I was no longer my own person but merely his submissive whore.

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