Submissive Whore Jacqueline Loves Being Bound and Gagged

submissive whoreAs I stand there as a submissive whore, blindfolded and bound tightly with ropes that cut into my skin, I can feel the anticipation building within me. The air around me is thick with lust and desire, making it clear that whoever has tied me up plans on using me in the most depraved ways possible.

The sound of footsteps approaching sends shivers down my spine; they’re purposeful yet playful, like a predator toying with its prey. Suddenly, a warm hand traces along the contours of my body before teasingly brushing against my sensitive nipples. My breath hitches as I try to guess who could be doing this to me.

“Mmmm,” you moan softly against my ear as your fingers continue their exploration southward towards my aching core. “You’re so fucking ready for this.” Your voice is deep and commanding yet laced with an undercurrent of affection that makes me tremble even more intensely beneath your touch.

Without warning, something hard and unyielding presses against my ass cheeks – it must be your cock! You chuckle darkly before roughly pushing two fingers inside of me instead; they stretch me open mercilessly but also send waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of my being because I know what comes nextyour massive cock filling every hole available on this slutty little submissive bitch!

And then you do it – you position yourself at my entrance and slowly push forward until I feel the head of your cock pressing against mine signaling our imp ending union. The sensation is both exhilarating and terrifying as I brace myself for the inevitable penetration.

“You’re mine now,” you growl possessively, pulling back slightly before slamming your hips forward with enough force to make me gasp aloud at the sudden intrusion. Your cock stretches me wider than I ever thought possible, filling me up completely and leaving no room for air or anything else but pure blissful agony coursing through my veins as you begin an unrelenting pounding motion inside of me that makes every nerve ending tingle with anticipation for more punishment from this masterful lover who has complete control over my body (and soul?).

As time passes, our rhythm becomes increasingly frenzied; each thrust sends shockwaves throughout our bodies while moans escape our lips unbidden by either one of us as we lose ourselves in this primal act of passion and domination playing out before us under cover darkness…

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