Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

A ally gave me his phone number weeks agone. "Call him. Just call him," this babe told. I’d stopped dating. It wasn’t the lads. 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," this babe told afresh. I was the youngest of 3 angels. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their guy allies. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, shoved away, greater amount groping. I had fantasies, murky pics in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my craving. Like dongs were doing now. Oh, I’d had lots of dongs the final scarcely any years, large ones, tiny ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and dicks 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 knobs (never chaps, or guys, just weenies, damp, salty, sometimes fumbling in the black after they started snoring, and I wanted greater quantity, 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 black 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, in natures garb. I touched myself, my legs widen and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated every fold of my fur pie and fur pie, then touched my fingers to my face hole, tasting myself. And I caressed my titties, watching, playing with my nipps until they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of one hand in my anus, the fingers of the other in my twat. And all the during the time that, I watched. I was a stranger to myself. I was nobody I’d ever met previous to. The 1st thing this chab did that night was to tie me bent over a cage. Some other gal was locked inside of it. "You think I’m going to fuck you?" that guy told, leaning close, but not touching me. "Only if you’re lucky." And this chab cocked his head, his eyes sad, as though that guy pitied me. "Don’t worry." He smiled then, but it made me shiver. "I’m merely 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 push around. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of discipline. I was breaking into pieces. He smiled coz this guy 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 belts, ropes, chain, shackles. My body was on fire. That night this guy circumcised my garments off me. He manacled me to a metal bar. He locked a hard iron collar on my neck. Chain betwixt my legs, around my titties. Metal in my face hole, my arse. Metal clamps pinching my teats. And later, marital-device in my pussy. 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 recent, an electricity. For the 1st time, I wasn’t fumbling in the darksome anymore. "Yes sir."

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