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Trussed up Maso slut It started innocently enough, we met on an internet site. One thing led to another, as I continued to delve into her mind. Everything was consensual, and on the up and up. As we progressed there was a distinctive smell of musk in the room as she proceeded to get hotter and hotter. All the sexual repartee. It was such a joy to play with a much younger and more innocent mind. I seldom play with a female submissive until one is above 50 years old. It was only when I described the whole vision was that she was acutely aware of her positioning, and promptly became humiliated, that she could get to such a position. Indeed, she uttered the words “Oh Godddd” as she looked into a mirror in the dungeon. Damn, she was quite a vision all trussed up in fetish attire, all black leather and cobalt blue. From the bottom to the top: black 5 inch platform heels, making her an inch shorter then Me. Black leather ankle and wrist cuffs, black satin crotch less panties, a black satin shelf bra holding her full size breasts, a black leather posture collar. Later would be added a black leather ring gag, and cobalt blue blindfold. Overtop of this, was a cobalt blue fishnet stocking dress. Pulled down below her full breasts, and up to reveal her lower holes. The young thing was masochistic, nipple clamps with weights hanging from her breasts. Likewise, using simple bungee cords, which I had wrapped around her<b> inner thighs </font></b>and attached them to her pussy lips to stretch them open and reveal her red coloured, velvet sensitive inner folds. Obviously more weights could be applied to the clamps. We had negotiated that during play, that all of her erogenous zones were "ours". So it was "our" mouth, "our" pussy lips, "our" cunt, and "our" anal hole. When not being played with these erogenous zones were hers. This is in part due to My moral compass, where I am never her master, but Sir, as my higher power is supreme. Did I fail to mention, that this fuckslut was up on a breeding bench, where her wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to the bench. Currently in her mouth was My custom-made camel crop. A camel crop, due to the thickness of the hide, has a much more robust shaft, and is heavily ribbed, to be drawn across the pussy and clit like a violin bow. Its other features include twin black leather tails, which may induce either pleasure or pain to the submissive. This handle is in the shape of a cockhead and may be used in all three of “our” holes. Within Eyesite of this maso-slut are a number of toys. Their purpose, is to trigger the fucksluts cravings. I insist that all submissive tell Me their innermost cravings, and to be very direct in speaking her innermost thoughts as they happen.. My reasoning, play should be fun for both, and two minds are better then one. Ultimately, she speaks of her wants, and I determine what the needs of our relationship require. Now where were we, Oh yes the submissive is now humiliated as she is starting to fully realize the consequences of her decisions which are consensual. A serious gaze with My baby blues, looking deeply into your eyes. Now little one, could you see yourself in such a predicament. What are your cravings, what are your desires? |
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Terrific. Well done.
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Now I just need some submissives to respond to the pickle that this maso has got herself into. .
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Was a pleasant read, nice to see the concept of " our", makes a huge difference.
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