Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

A ally gave me his phone number weeks agone. "Call him. Just call him," that babe told. I’d stopped dating. It wasn’t the fellows. Well, maybe a adult baby. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the pont of time. I just wish to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My ally shrugged. "Call him," that babe told afresh. I was the youngest of 3 gals. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their lad allies. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, poked away, greater quantity groping. I had fantasies, murky images in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my craving. Like dicks were doing now. Oh, I’d had lots of ramrods the final not many years, large ones, petite ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and schlongs that had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic fuck, and dicks that wanted everything but your basic fuck. And I’d lie in ottoman afterward with each one of these rods (never studs, or chaps, just rods, damp, salty, sometimes fumbling in the black after they started snoring, and I wanted greater amount, less, no thing, anything. I wanted smth I couldn’t admit to myself. I wanted and wanted, but I was afraid. "Call him," my ally told. It was the thought of lying in the darksome that stopped me from calling, and the scent of supposed love, and the emptiness, the loneliness, the unhappiness that was always worse after it was over. I was fumbling in the black. When I lastly made the call, that guy said me to come alone and to wear a petticoat and blouse. No underclothes. My hands shook. I bald anything that night. Everything but my head. I poked a chair in front of the mirror and sat in it, exposed. I touched myself, my legs widen and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated every fold of my muff and bawdy cleft, then touched my fingers to my throat, tasting myself. And I caressed my milk shakes, watching, playing with my nipps until they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of one hand in my backdoor, the fingers of the other in my wet crack. And all the during the time that, I watched. I was a stranger to myself. I was nobody I’d ever met in advance of. The 1st thing this chab did that night was to tie me bent over a cage. Some other beauty was locked inside of it. "You think I’m going to fuck you?" this chab told, leaning close, but not touching me. "Only if you’re lucky." And this guy cocked his head, his eyes sad, as though this guy pitied me. "Don’t worry." He smiled then, but it made me shiver. "I’m solely going to hurt u a little." I wanted to say smth hot. I wanted to make him crave me. I wanted to do all the things I’d learned throughout the years, the way a beauty takes enforcement. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of push around. I was breaking into pieces. He smiled coz this chab knew anything the pont of time this chab saw me. He’d watched my eyes wander one time he’d unlocked the door to his "special room" and led me inside. The walls were overspread with thongs, ropes, chain, shackles. My body was on fire. That night this guy circumcised my raiment off me. He handcuffed me to a metal bar. He locked a enormous iron collar on my neck. Chain betwixt my legs, around my love melons. Metal in my throat, my booty. Metal clamps pinching my nipps. And later, marital-device in my wet crack. He stretched me out spread-eagle, lying on my back. He wrapped leather around my neck and tightened. He circumcised off my air. He made me come over and over. After this chab was done with me and let me loose, I kneeled in front of him and kissed his boots. He put a thinner collar on my neck and locked it in place. "You’ll do anything I say. When I call, you’ll come immediately." I stared animal play the floor. "Yes sir." "You’re mine now." I shivered, not from cold, but from smth else, smth fresh, an electricity. For the 1st time, I wasn’t fumbling in the black anymore. "Yes sir."

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