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Sexy bondage whore

I found myself in chains and tight leather today, Sexy bondage as far as I was concerned. My master-daddy gave me to a man who felt like I wasn’t up to his preferences and I needed to be whipped a little, given a mouthpiece while he fucked my hot slutty mouth. It wasn’t needed of course, but somehow that made it like torture. It got in the way, I was unable to lick, squeeze or even properly suck him down and that made it hurt because I wanted that, needed him to fuck my mouth while I sucked and drained his balls. He didn’t let me, he was in control, I was just a slave and by the grin on his face he knew what I wanted and took great pleasure in not giving it to me. Slave training was the name of the game today and I was born ready for it. My body shook with a little fear, my eyes were doe like and pleading, and I misbehaved ever so slightly by trying to pull away so he had an excuse to grab the back of my head by my hair and begin to ream my throat in a bid for twisted obedience. My insides quivered at that, my slutty whore fuck hole was cumming from the abuse and suddenly all I could wish for is that he’d lift me up, pump me full of thick master cum and begin spanking me during some Spanking chat. I didn’t want to be in control, I wanted his power, and I was so grateful he took everything from me one step at a time. He didn’t pump me like I wanted, he didn’t even let me drink his cum, he pulled out and covered my face like the whore I was and gave me a good slap for even thinking otherwise. I whined lowly, begging, and he took just enough pity on me to pretend like he was going to lift me up before he got to whipping again.


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