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"I want to tie you up, Marie." It was the first time, I was given a hint of what he liked. Since that first night, I have been tied up 115 times in countless positions, suspended, spread, stretched, to be fondled and these new, dark passions well-explored. I’ve done yoga for 12 years and since I met my lover in the yoga class he taught, he knew what my little body was truly capable of. There is an enormous rush of passion in his eyes when he stands back and sees today’s final product: I’m tied over a vinyl covered saw horse, of sorts. I’m suspended from the ceiling by the long leather glove… Read more

Cuffed there, literally, on both-bended knees, Notwithstanding my begging and pretty little pleas. I’m cuffed and stuffed, both back and front. The oddest shaped dildo buried deep in my …. The drool is pooling behind this penis-shaped gag, My breaths are excited from a quite brutal shag. Now, I’m kneeling here, cuffed to my desire and waiting. These are the things to which I spent time masturbating. But, now this is real and my body, used and tender. Emotions and sensations well mixed by lust’s blender. His hand in my hair, pulling my body back into a bow. He’s coming for my mouth… he’s comi… Read more

He and Mister Vice Grip Hands are back. Today, they’ve brought this funny shaped table they strapped me to. It was tilted up and back and diagonal. It seems like it made sure every hole I have was crotch level to them. The padded back was purple and plastic looking, like a marbelized bowling ball. It has lambswool lined straps and hook and eyes lining the majority of all four sides. They clamped my nipples and chained them to the eye bolts. The most interesting time was when I was upside down, and the belt they used on my thighs and breasts made me scream over and over. Mister Vice Grip Hands… Read more

My mouth is full and so am I below. Today, he introduces me to one of his business partners. My body is jostling back and forth between them both, with seemingly practiced rhythm. My nipples burn painfully; a gift from Mr. Vice-grip Hands. My nipples extend out at his continuous prodding for this past hour, his fetish for large breasts evident. He spends the first fifteen minutes simply sucking them and squeezing them firmly, commenting all the while to my smiling lover. But his friend chooses to communicate to me via my nipples and pinches them harder, deeper, or firmer to indicate how he dee… Read more

His hands gripped my throat as he pushed into me without hesitation, nor warning. My bottom wasn’t prepared for this assault, but in my deepest of truths, I wanted this. No ascent nor quibble on my part. He took what I gave freely, even though I didn’t know I wanted to give it. I felt him bucking harder and faster and his grunts drove me insanely aroused. My breaths struggled, now, as he pushed me against the wall and released my throat and grabbed both my wrists. He lifted me off the ground, as he was 8 inches taller than my five foot six frame. His thrusts powered me up the wall even further… Read more

It's extreme, I know. But it makes me come. His hands are large. He works with them all day, lifting heavy things, and I feel the power in his fingers. Just one more tiny bit of pressure around my neck and his fingers would completely steal my breath. His eyes bore into mine and he pushes harder into me than I was ready for. The flash of pain brings me such intense burning heat between my legs, I nearly pass out. Both his hands on my wrists on either side of my face, now, and his mouth sucks the air out of mine as his kiss brutalizes me with alternating explorations of gentle nipping and then… Read more

I think about his hands around my neck as he pumped his first load into me. His fierce thrusts shook my body, I watched his mouth chase my nipple before he caught it with his teeth and sucked hard and with swirling tongue and pulsing pleasure. He always sucked my nipples. No matter where we were, he found a way to back me into a corner, open my blouse, or lower my top and lift a breast out of my lace. He always liked me to wear very tight shirts in winter, because he got so hard watching my nipples poke my shirt. Keeping me guessing about what he'd do next with me, aroused my addictive person… Read more

Night fell quickly, like an unwanted blanket to the floor. Darkness crumpled beneath the trees, kneeling in silence. I can smell my lily of the valley perfume rising with the breath of that moment. Chilly breezes tickled the leaves and moonlight glimpses from firm, succulent leaves shone splintered light upon my fingers. I held them up to the shadows and moonlight, over my head, swayed my hips gently and felt the delicious breeze blowing my skirt around my thighs. Passionate music only I could hear... only my body could feel it. My body belongs to night's passion. I call it, Dancing with the D… Read more