Release Year: 2022
Studio: InsexLove

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 chaps. 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 another time. 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, poked away, greater amount groping. I had fantasies, murky photos in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my lust. Like jocks were doing now. Oh, I’d had lots of knobs the final hardly any years, large ones, tiny ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and schlongs that had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic fuck, and schlongs that wanted everything but your basic fuck. And I’d lie in couch afterward with each one of these jocks (never boyz, or males, 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 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, this chab said me to come alone and to wear a petticoat and blouse. No underclothes. My hands shook. I hairless anything that night. Everything but my head. I pushed a chair in front of the mirror and sat in it, nude. I touched myself, my legs widen and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated every fold of my slit and pussy, then touched my fingers to my face hole, tasting myself. And I caressed my marangos, watching, playing with my nipps until they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of one hand in my butthole, 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 in advance of. The 1st thing this chab did that night was to tie me bent over a cage. Some other cutie 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 chab 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 hawt. I wanted to make him desire me. I wanted to do all the things I’d learned throughout the years, the way a beauty takes dominate. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of dominate. I was breaking into pieces. He smiled cuz that guy knew anything the pont of time this guy 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 clothes off me. He chained me to a metal bar. He locked a rough iron collar on my neck. Chain betwixt my legs, around my love melons. Metal in my throat, my butt. Metal clamps pinching my teats. And later, sex toy in my slit. 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 guy 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 animalism 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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