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I was dressed for a party. I was a teenager back then. It was a Sat night. My unremarkably Christ Within brown hair's-breadth was dyed blue-black. The black hair made my green heart shine brighter than common. My XV centimeter blackguard made me an enormous 177cm tall. Still not as magniloquent as my boyfriend who was more than than 6'tall.

"Breathe out"he commanded. I exhaled as hard as I could, preparing for the rib-crushing agony as he strapped me into my burnished letters patent leather corset. He pulled the strings of my lacing up corset crushing my size 8 waistline, pushing my DD cup breasts up out the top. The corset was hand made by some local designers. One of a form. The patent leather skid with ribbon laced through were imports. My tiny red lace panties were pulled tight across my lily-white ass as I held onto the bed post as knockout as I could.

He slapped my ass playfully."There you."Tying the cords off on my girdle. He held my annulus out for me, I stepped into it, and he pulled it up, zipping it straight up at the back. Picture perfective.

We stepped out onto his balcony, shared a butt and a few shots of tequila. He kissed me, touched up my lipstick and off we went.

The party was dull. The company was intermediate. After a couplet of hours of tiresome conversation, I'd dull my boredom sufficiently with alcohol. I was toasted. He was sober.

We got in the car and were driving up the superhighway, heading dwelling to his billet 45 minutes in the car. The alcoholic drink was keeping me buzzed. We joked lightly, laborious metal playing on the stereo system. He went unsounded and looked at me for a moment. He went back to watching the road.

Without looking back at me, he unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out through the opening made by his zipper. It was soft. Without looking up from the road he reached across and pressed the button on my seatbelt. 100kmh. On a well-lit throughway. centre lane. His eyes still fixed on the route ahead.

He'd never been a gruntle kind of guy, but tonight, something was bothering him. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged my fount over to his lap. I squirmed in my tail end. The stays and crocked bird made it barely possible to incite. As he dragged me over, my breasts fell out of my top exposing my teat. It would take both hired man to tuck them in, and I needed my hands for Balance. He pressed my look into his genitalia. His soft pecker pressed against my cherry red red backtalk. He let go of my hair's-breadth, leaned and pinched a nipple hard. As I gasped, he pushed his cock between my lips, forcing all of his hammer into my mouth. I immediately felt his cock get-go to inure. Filling my backtalk quickly, it pressed against the back of my throat. I'd sucked his hammer a hundred fourth dimension before. Twice before we left the house. His dick was far too long to fit all the way in my mouth. I wanted to cough as it pressed against the spine of my throat. He pushed down on the back of my headspring. Determined I was going to deep pharynx him. My center began to water. My eyeliner dripping onto his trouser. He could feel me gagging, struggling to breathe. He eased the pressing, I pulled my face up a fiddling and caught my breath. I was heroic to incline back and still my sore ribs, the pressure from the corset, the suffocation on his dick, the alcohol… I was getting light headed. As I was about to readjust to sit up, he pushed my head back down. Further and harder. I had nearly all of his rock hard cock in my mouth."Suck infant, come on"he urged softly. eyes still fixed on the throughway. Every minute or so he'd back off, consecrate me a arcsecond to catch my breath. The hale way place. He wasn't going to come. I knew that. He just wanted to be ready.

We got into the drive, he looked at me."You look like a inexpensive whore, tits out, smudged make up."I was speechless. He'd never really spoken to me like that. I didn't know what his job was. I raised my eyebrows and started to slowly tuck my breasts away. I didn't have a car or a license. It was too late for a train. A taxi would be a hundred dollars or more home. As scathe as I was, I didn't have much of a choice but to suck it up and go inside. Sensing he'd injure my notion he leaned over, kissed my collarbone."You misunderstand. I respect you, I love you, but in bed I want you to be a strumpet. I know you're a nice girl, but please just for tonight, let me treat you like a whore."

I was taken aback. mind pounding. We had sex all the time - we were averaging about 15 clip a hebdomad. I blew him every day. I didn't know what he wanted. He was kissing my collarbone. A weak spot of mine. A kiss to the clavicle is sufficiency to get me to agree to most things."I don't know what you mean… Can you assure me ..."I trailed off. His cuddling was getting more intense. He paused."semen inside. I'll display you. It will hurt a slight, but I think you'll like it."

I'd had sex with a couple of guys. I thought I was surface minded. I'd had sex in a twosome of view, but that was it. Never used any form of sex toy or prop, certainly never had jolty sex. I'd never had anal sex. I was pretty free looking back.

We walked through the gate and up the way into his theatre. Climbed the staircase up to the second story where his sleeping accommodation and private lavatory were. We walked into his sleeping room and I set my bag down.
"I'm just going to straighten my cook up"
"Don't. I want you to seem like this."
"But it's… everywhere. I look like a pickle"
"It'll be worse later."He slipped behind me. Wrapping his bridge player around my waist."You're beautiful, you know ?"and with that he unzipped my skirt. The laboured blade buckles on my skirt caused it to hit the floor immediately. There I was, standing in the middle of his sleeping accommodation, letters patent leather skid and corset in jet back, my jet black hair in a bun, red lacing scanty. He pulled the tie out of my bun, letting my well-past shoulder distance hair fall down. He inched me towards the human foot of his bed.
"Stay still sweetie"
I waited dutifully. I wasn't sure what he wanted. He let go of me, and pushed me lightly in the center of the vertebral column. I stepped forwards. My stifle touching the footboard of his bed. I felt a piece of intemperate ribbon around my left-hand mortise joint. And around my right. My psyche wondered"Why would he tie my feet together ? Seems silly !"Then I realised. Not together… but one to each footboard of his queen sized bed.

My ridiculously big heels were tottery to digest in. With my peg spread as panoptic as he could get them secured to each footboard, I was barely stable. Certainly my exclusively options were to light backwards and land on my ass, or lean forwards over the bed.

I did all I could do. Lean forward over the bed. As I did I looked over my shoulder to see him standing behind me holding a black leather whip. He brought it down hard across my ass. I cried out.
"OUCH. Don't ! It hurts !"He smiled.
"Shut up bitch"
Whack. Again. I could feel my ass turning the same coloring material as my bantam red panties.
knock. Again. It really hurt."
"Seriously, STOP IT"
He whispered.
"If you can't be hushed alone, I'll service you."
"No, it hurts, I want you to have it away me, but the whipping hurts babe."
"I want it to suffer. I want to watch it hurt. Come on, just tonight ? Please ?"
I hesitated.
"I do know you"he said.
I was sufficiently convinced and manipulated. Amazing what fille will agree to when a man whispers I love yous.
He pulled out a tie. His old schooling tie. Gagging me with it. I bit down on the rowdy fabric.
Whack. Whack. Whack.
My knee were shaking
belt. whang. rap.
The leather whiplash had sent my ass so red, it was excruciating. I was soaking though my panties though, the alcoholic beverage made me so horny.
He ran his fingertips under the lacing rim of my step-in.
"Your ass really does pit your panties you know."
He pulled them roughly down to my thighs. Pushing his way deep into my pussy.
Having his pelvic arch press against my raw ass was agony.
I dug my finger's breadth into the bed in front of me as he pounded away. He was having fun.
He leaned forward wrapping his hand around my throat and pulling me up so I couldn't reach the bed to corroborate myself anymore. His hired hand, my throat, supporting all my weighting.
My corset made my ventilation shallow. I became fire up headed. I couldn't protest for air through the tie gag. My visual modality blurred. I was reached with my script to touch on his, but I was too weak and dizzy to communicate.
I passed out.

I don't acknowledge how long I was out for.
A while I guess.
My Einstein was hazy, my eyes still closed. The throbbing annoyance in my throat was there. I swallowed. No gag. The soft look under my back… I was on the bed. I could feel a cool breeze over the intemperate lines where the boning in my corset sat. I was naked. I went to run my fingers over the soon-to-be bruises on my pharynx. A clink as I reached the end of a chain. I wriggled my carpus. Clink clink clink. Steel cuffs clinking against a steel bedframe. I tried my former wrist. I was met with the same clinking.
I opened my eyes. It was bootleg. I felt my long lashes brush against a blindfold.
I was cool, the night air of the showtime of winter was causing my thighs to get gooseflesh. My shaven pussy was certainly feeling the cold.
I tried to pull my knees up. They didn't move either. The hard impression around my ankle told me I was cuffed to the foot of the bed. feast eagle, inebriate, blindfolded. muteness in the room around me.
anxiety was setting in.
The clinking of my wrist cuffs had alerted my beau to my consciousness.
"You fainted sweetie."
"How long have I been out ?"
"Five minutes or so."
I was settled a little by the strait of his voice.
"I want to roleplay with you some more, are you alright ?"he asked thoughtfully. I felt his weight on the bed next to me. Running his glossa over my nipples.
"Yes I'm ok, please don't make me die out again, my head hurts"
"Ok honey, I didn't mean value to, I got carried away"
He climbed between my genu. He ran his back talk over my shaved pussy. Licking gently inside. I was still wet. He pressed his tongue against my clitoris. I was desperate for an orgasm. He flicked my clitoris gently with his tongue tip, and then I felt two wet fingers at the entrance of my pussy.
"Tonight, my little slut, I'm going to make the most of having you all tied up. I'm going to spend all night, and by the end of it, you'll have had something in every hole."His vocalisation changed. It was higher, colder. A little lupus erythematosus warm than usual. It was authoritarian. Intimidating. It made me desire to obey. It made me need to please him.
He pressed his spit hard against my clit. Forcing two fingers straight into my puss. He pressed up hard against my g spot. As I started to get close to coming, I felt another wet finger pressed against my mother fucker. I was nervous, I felt myself closing up. He forced his finger's breadth into my ass as I came, it was painful, even though it was just the tip of his finger up to the low gear knuckle. I was pretty embarrassed. He laughed.
He stopped and climbed up and sat on my chest. He leaned forward and pushed his stopcock into my back talk. He start to shove his cock in and out of my mouth
"suck bitch suck."
I sucked as concentrated as I could, his big hard cock in my mouthpiece. He fucked my mouth as hard as he possibly could. I was gagging, His 22cm pecker was killing my throat.
Without warning he stopped again, climbing off my chest.

He climbed down the bed, and pressed the head of his cock against my twat. I was wet.
"Can you feel how wet you are slut ? Such a smashed wet slit. evidence me it's all mine."
"It's all yours"I rasped through my sore throat
He slapped my face.
"Properly, my little bitch. Say it properly."
"It's all yours"I rasped out a little more clearly.
He spat on my nerve, rubbing it into my face.
"That's right, you're all mine cunt."
He slapped my face hard, and grabbed my chin.
"Do you want my dick inside you ?"He grabbed his shaft with the other manus and started rubbing my button with the header of his cock.
"Yes. I do…"I whispered
"I'm not convinced."He brought the party whip down hard between my teat. The leather biting at my nipples. He dropped the whip, on my venter, and took handgrip of my right mamilla between his thumb and forefinger.
"Now, bitch, how often do you want my stopcock ?"as he asked it he started to wind my nipple. Hard. Pulling it.
"Ow, a lot, a lot !"I exclaimed. My part was still cracking from him fucking my back talk though.
He let go of my pap
WHACK
Another sharply hit from his leather whip.
I felt his cock heading from my clitoris. Pressed against my pussy. He pushed in. Just a enough that I could sense it. Right at the entrance.
Both his hands grabbed my teat, twisting concentrated, pulling my tits out. It hurt so much.
"Beg like the prostitute we both know you are, and I'll give you a cm more."
I begged. Like a junkie begging for another hit. I begged him to bonk me. I told him I couldn't live without his cock inside my cunt. I told him I was his whore, and that I loved his turncock inside my kitty-cat. I told him everything I could think of. Every self deprecating word earnt me another little bit of cock. Not for a second did he let the pressure go on my twisted, pulled pap. He was finally deep inside me. By that phase I'd called myself every dirty word I could think of. I was desperately ruttish. He was turning me into a wanton slattern. I could hear the desperation in my voice.
"Grind."He ordered, as his turncock pressed deep inside my kitty-cat. I moved my articulatio coxae as dear I could, with my ankles still secured to the bed. After a bit or two he released my aching nipples from his vice like grip. bloodline went to them immediately, searing pain shot through them. I moaned.
He ordered quiet. Stuffing that jet tie back inside my mouth.
He started to jeer.
"I know a cunt like you can know harder than that"
"Grinder harder. I want you to come."
"That's it bitch, it's not like I can get like this. Your worthless snatch won't get me there this way"
"piece of work my cock like a cheap whore."
I worked as hard as I could. I was desperate to come up. As I finally got close he started to deplumate out, and then push back in. I relaxed, and he fucked my cunt hard. He pushed and pushed into my pussy. Pumping away. I could hear his breathing become ragged. I was close to coming again. Before I could he pulled out, climbed back up so he was sitting on my sore squeezed breast. He pulled the gag out and shoved his tool into my mouth. I started to suck
"That's it comeslut. work your succus of my prick. That's it. Lick thrash"
I did as I was told. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my sassing and pressed it against my cheek, covering my brass with hot steamy come. My first nervus facialis.
I heard a click. Then the stochasticity of a camera taking a photograph.
I was too old-hat to object.
His finger scooped the come up off my face and he grabbed my chin with the other hand, parting my lips. He scooped every drop he could into my mouth.
He was satisfied with his clean up job. He pulled my blindfold off, and started to unwrap my bond paper. My articulatio talocruralis and radiocarpal joint were bruised, my pharynx bruised, my breasts and ass whipped. He left me curled up on the bed, wandered to the bathroom and turned on the body of water in his built for two tub. I heard the water shut off. He scooped me up off the bed, carrying my sore naked body to the tub.
"I love you"he whispered.
"I love you too"I said as he lowered me into the water. He climbed in behind me, massaging my sore shoulders, washing my long black hair's-breadth .