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He said I would be perfect for his plans. I continue this BSDM phone sex story of the Master I didn’t know I needed. The trunk slammed shit as he whispered that milfs are always so fun to play with. I was bound tightly and my blood pulsed in my ears. I didn’t know what his plans were or what was going to happen to me. After many turns and bumps and the heat starting to make me pass out he opened the truck and yanked me out by the hair. We were in another garage and he told me to crawl into the door leading inside. (Very hard to do, bound as I was, but I made it into the kitchen before falling.) A collar and leash was next as he cut my hands free but not my legs. I was led to a water dish and told to drink. I lapped up every drop as he told me I was his slutty pet! There was no living space, just a wall of bondage and a few tables. I was yanked and called a stupid whore as I couldn’t keep up. I was so groggy and scared as his knife cut me free and my collar dug into my neck. This submissive whore was made to lay on a table and spread her legs for the stirrups as pictures were being taken of my breast and pussy. I was on display and so confused, that didn’t stop my cunt from getting noticeably wet. After he put away his phone he came between my legs and began pushing his cock into my ass. “Tell me that you will be my personal slave whore Robyn!”

I stuttered a yes sir as he penetrated my ass and brought a flogger to my breast. I knew this was just the beginning!


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