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 studs. Well, maybe a adult baby. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the pont of time. I just crave to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My ally shrugged. "Call him," this babe told once more. I was the youngest of 3 gals. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their boi 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 lust. Like jocks were doing now. Oh, I’d had lots of dongs the final scarcely any years, large ones, diminutive ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and ramrods 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 sofa afterward with each one of these knobs (never studs, or fellows, just weenies, damp, salty, sometimes fumbling in the darksome 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 darksome. 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 bald anything that night. Everything but my head. I poked a chair in front of the mirror and sat in it, bare. I touched myself, my legs widen and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated every fold of my cunt and wet crack, then touched my fingers to my face hole, tasting myself. And I caressed my milk cans, watching, playing with my nipps until they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of one hand in my chocolate hole, the fingers of the other in my love tunnel. 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 guy told, leaning close, but not touching me. "Only if you’re lucky." And that 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 desire me. I wanted to do all the things I’d learned throughout the years, the way a angel takes drill. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of drilling. I was breaking into pieces. He smiled cuz that 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 thongs, ropes, chain, shackles. My body was on fire. That night that guy circumcised my clothes off me. He chained me to a metal bar. He locked a enormous metallic collar on my neck. Chain betwixt my legs, around my whoppers. Metal in my throat, my arse. Metal clamps pinching my teats. And later, sex toy in my fur pie. 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 that 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 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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