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Beschreibung
FWB to long term relationship. Only into women: or couples.
I'm a little bit rock star, dark sense of humor,open-minded,assertive, faux-psychologist, philosopher, comedian, all rolled up in one. Throw in a good helping of mischief, and blend well in a hot-tub..
MY EXPERIENCES INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING:
I am versed in using a variety of bondage gear.
Role-playing: Headmaster/schoolgirl; Dominant Male/50's housewife; Abduction fantasy etc.
Bondage: Restraints; rope; spreaders; belts; cuffs; collars etc.
Spanking: Bare-handed; flogger; riding crops; other safe impact devices, etc.
If this interests you, please send me a picture, or you can message me. I'm very discrete and expect the same from all parties involved.
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FWB to long term relationship. Only into women: or couples.
I'm a little bit rock star, dark sense of humor,open-minded,assertive, faux-psychologist, philosopher, comedian, all rolled up in one. Throw in a good helping of mischief, and blend well in a hot-tub..
MY EXPERIENCES INCLUDE THE Weiterlesen… FOLLOWING:
I am versed in using a variety of bondage gear.
Role-playing: Headmaster/schoolgirl; Dominant Male/50's housewife; Abduction fantasy etc.
Bondage: Restraints; rope; spreaders; belts; cuffs; collars etc.
Spanking: Bare-handed; flogger; riding crops; other safe impact devices, etc.
If this interests you, please send me a picture, or you can message me. I'm very discrete and expect the same from all parties involved.
I'm a little bit rock star, dark sense of humor,open-minded,assertive, faux-psychologist, philosopher, comedian, all rolled up in one. Throw in a good helping of mischief, and blend well in a hot-tub..
MY EXPERIENCES INCLUDE THE Weiterlesen… FOLLOWING:
I am versed in using a variety of bondage gear.
Role-playing: Headmaster/schoolgirl; Dominant Male/50's housewife; Abduction fantasy etc.
Bondage: Restraints; rope; spreaders; belts; cuffs; collars etc.
Spanking: Bare-handed; flogger; riding crops; other safe impact devices, etc.
If this interests you, please send me a picture, or you can message me. I'm very discrete and expect the same from all parties involved.
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Scream for me you little cunt...
He looks at her, knowing what she wants, before she understands it herself. Knowing what she subconsciously craves. The way she looks at him with eyes that soak in the scene before her. She is entranced by his enormous stature. His size. His strength.
He asks her Weiterlesen… again to give her consent. She abides by his request and replies with
”Yes I consent to you using me, taking me, hurting me...”
He smiles and lashes out. His hand striking firmly across her cheek. A loud slap that temporarily stuns her. She stumbles and falls.
He reaches down and grabs a handful of hair, ***fully dragging her back to her knees. The tears from the impact forming in her eyes and cascading down her cheeks.
“You aren’t ready for this, are you...”
A blank look.
“Are you, you filthy little fucking whore...”
She looks up and smiles, mouthing the words
“I am ready...Sir”
He strikes out again. A backhand slap. Her head spins backwards, but his other hand grips the back of her head. She is bewildered from the impact. In a daze. He smiles again as he unzips.
forsing her head down, parting her lips with the thickness of his cock. He isn’t delicate. He isn’t kind. His simple plan is to deliver what she asked for. To hurt her. Use her. To pleasure himself with her holes. All she gets from this encounter is ***, tears and an understanding of Primal at its core.
To be used like an ******* in heat. Used and fucked until spent. The tears and her sobs make his cock hard. He pulls his cock out of her mouth and pushes her backwards, watching as she falls hard onto the floor.
His huge hand descending on her left breast. Hard impact. The sound of the impact ricocheting off the walls of the abandoned warehouse. She screams. A loud piercing scream as she feels the *** of the impact take hold.
”Scream all you like cunt. No one can hear you from here...”
She looked at him, *** beginning to fill her eyes. She suddenly realised the reality didn’t quite match the fantasy that she could turn off in her head when ready.
He recognised that look and once again he smiled. He drags her over to the wall and places her sitting back against the wall. Fingers from each of his hands roughly shoved into her mouth and pulling her mouth open wide. Inserting his cock and thrusting violently, feeling her head ****** into the wall and her throat unwillingly take his cock.
Feeling her gag and try to push back on him as she fights for air. How cute that she believed she has the right to breathe instead of her sole purpose there and then being to provide him with pleasure.
The night has just begun. He was going to enjoy turning her into his little fucktoy whore and teaching her what serving him truly meant...
He looks at her, knowing what she wants, before she understands it herself. Knowing what she subconsciously craves. The way she looks at him with eyes that soak in the scene before her. She is entranced by his enormous stature. His size. His strength.
He asks her Weiterlesen… again to give her consent. She abides by his request and replies with
”Yes I consent to you using me, taking me, hurting me...”
He smiles and lashes out. His hand striking firmly across her cheek. A loud slap that temporarily stuns her. She stumbles and falls.
He reaches down and grabs a handful of hair, ***fully dragging her back to her knees. The tears from the impact forming in her eyes and cascading down her cheeks.
“You aren’t ready for this, are you...”
A blank look.
“Are you, you filthy little fucking whore...”
She looks up and smiles, mouthing the words
“I am ready...Sir”
He strikes out again. A backhand slap. Her head spins backwards, but his other hand grips the back of her head. She is bewildered from the impact. In a daze. He smiles again as he unzips.
forsing her head down, parting her lips with the thickness of his cock. He isn’t delicate. He isn’t kind. His simple plan is to deliver what she asked for. To hurt her. Use her. To pleasure himself with her holes. All she gets from this encounter is ***, tears and an understanding of Primal at its core.
To be used like an ******* in heat. Used and fucked until spent. The tears and her sobs make his cock hard. He pulls his cock out of her mouth and pushes her backwards, watching as she falls hard onto the floor.
His huge hand descending on her left breast. Hard impact. The sound of the impact ricocheting off the walls of the abandoned warehouse. She screams. A loud piercing scream as she feels the *** of the impact take hold.
”Scream all you like cunt. No one can hear you from here...”
She looked at him, *** beginning to fill her eyes. She suddenly realised the reality didn’t quite match the fantasy that she could turn off in her head when ready.
He recognised that look and once again he smiled. He drags her over to the wall and places her sitting back against the wall. Fingers from each of his hands roughly shoved into her mouth and pulling her mouth open wide. Inserting his cock and thrusting violently, feeling her head ****** into the wall and her throat unwillingly take his cock.
Feeling her gag and try to push back on him as she fights for air. How cute that she believed she has the right to breathe instead of her sole purpose there and then being to provide him with pleasure.
The night has just begun. He was going to enjoy turning her into his little fucktoy whore and teaching her what serving him truly meant...
She thinks she's alone in the house
(Warning might make u wet lol )
As he drives around the corner he looks for the dark spot in between the lampposts, he knew where to park, knew where the darkness would hide him and his intent. He grabbed his balaclava and placed it on his head like a beanie, Weiterlesen… puts his gloves on and looks round to make sure no one is around, it’s late but that’s no guarantee.
He slips out of his car and opens the boot, gets out a small black bag to go with the rest of ninja looking ensemble, puts the strap over his shoulder, closes the boot slowly and walks to a back yard gate nearby, checks the gate, locked as expected, no problem, he checks for people once more, rolls down his balaclava, jumps and climbs of the 6ft high brick wall.
He crouches down when he lands and listens, nothing so he follows the darkness and heads towards the back door, slowly checks the handle and it’s still unlocked, good she is still up and about but not in the kitchen, this will be more fun.
He takes some duct tape out and squeezes his left hand through the hole, slowly he opens the door checking for her as it goes wider.
He closes it behind him and moves across the room to a corner out of view, again he waits and listen, all he can hear his own excited heavy breath, he closes his eyes and steadies himself and his breathing.
He checks again and moves into the dining room, going to the back of the room and out of view from the lounge door, he decides to wait here, he slowly tears off some tape and holds it for he knows she will go outside for a smoke at some point, he just needs to wait behind the Welsh Dresser for her to walk passed.
What seemed like forever for an impatience man he finally hears noise from the next room, she is moving, but is she going up stairs or through the dining room to the kitchen.
He sees her walked past in her own little world, wearing just a long t-shirt and fluffy socks, oblivious to what is about to happen, he moves and quickly and quietly has he could follows behind, soon as he reaches her he puts his left arm around her and brings her back into him, he then places the strip of tape over her mouth to stop her screaming and then twists himself and her down to the floor, he is now on top of her both face down.
He grabs her little wrist and brings them together above her and then tapes them, he can now take his time, he sat on top of her while she is still face down.
His ******* is up, passion and anger raging through his veils, he gets up and drags her across the floor by her hands and then tapes the hands to the dining room table leg, he sits back on her and digs out a knife from his bag, she is face up now and can see everything he does, she sees the knife and goes very still.
He slides the knife up her thigh and hooks the tip of the knife under right hand side of her knickers and cuts, he the does the same on the left side and the front of the knickers drops away showing her pretty bald cunt, he grabs the knickers, smells them and puts them in his bag for later. He put the knife to her neck, running the tip along so she can feel the sharpness of it and then cuts the t-shirt from the neck down, she is now total exposed and shaking, he takes in her young little slim pale frame, grabs the left breast and feels and squeezes them, her nipples are fully erect, he pulls on it till he can hear her muffled shouts of ***.
He wore black joggers for a reason, he slips the joggers down to his bum and forsing himself between her legs, his left hand goes to her neck in a firm grip, and pushes himself inside, and with almost a hate rage he’s never had before, he fucks her hard, the look in her eyes, the tape of her mouth and secured to the table leg, the whole thing is amazing, if there is a heaven, this is it. What’s seemed like 5 minutes but was really more like 10 seconds he cums inside her, pushes himself as deep as he can go while he cums, wants his seed deep as it can go, he is marking her for him.
He take a moment to catch his breath, he takes in the view, digs out his phone and takes a photo of her like that, to go along with the knickers he’s took.
He gets up and half cuts the tape at the table and wrist, she will be able to get free but will take a few minutes, he goes back out the kitchen door, unlocks the back gate, removes his balaclava and opens it before walking to his car.
A few minutes later while he driving home his phone pings, a WhatsApp’s from his girlfriend.
“That was great, but you barely hurt me, can you be rougher next time and send me the photo”
FFS, does he ever do anything right.
(Warning might make u wet lol )
As he drives around the corner he looks for the dark spot in between the lampposts, he knew where to park, knew where the darkness would hide him and his intent. He grabbed his balaclava and placed it on his head like a beanie, Weiterlesen… puts his gloves on and looks round to make sure no one is around, it’s late but that’s no guarantee.
He slips out of his car and opens the boot, gets out a small black bag to go with the rest of ninja looking ensemble, puts the strap over his shoulder, closes the boot slowly and walks to a back yard gate nearby, checks the gate, locked as expected, no problem, he checks for people once more, rolls down his balaclava, jumps and climbs of the 6ft high brick wall.
He crouches down when he lands and listens, nothing so he follows the darkness and heads towards the back door, slowly checks the handle and it’s still unlocked, good she is still up and about but not in the kitchen, this will be more fun.
He takes some duct tape out and squeezes his left hand through the hole, slowly he opens the door checking for her as it goes wider.
He closes it behind him and moves across the room to a corner out of view, again he waits and listen, all he can hear his own excited heavy breath, he closes his eyes and steadies himself and his breathing.
He checks again and moves into the dining room, going to the back of the room and out of view from the lounge door, he decides to wait here, he slowly tears off some tape and holds it for he knows she will go outside for a smoke at some point, he just needs to wait behind the Welsh Dresser for her to walk passed.
What seemed like forever for an impatience man he finally hears noise from the next room, she is moving, but is she going up stairs or through the dining room to the kitchen.
He sees her walked past in her own little world, wearing just a long t-shirt and fluffy socks, oblivious to what is about to happen, he moves and quickly and quietly has he could follows behind, soon as he reaches her he puts his left arm around her and brings her back into him, he then places the strip of tape over her mouth to stop her screaming and then twists himself and her down to the floor, he is now on top of her both face down.
He grabs her little wrist and brings them together above her and then tapes them, he can now take his time, he sat on top of her while she is still face down.
His ******* is up, passion and anger raging through his veils, he gets up and drags her across the floor by her hands and then tapes the hands to the dining room table leg, he sits back on her and digs out a knife from his bag, she is face up now and can see everything he does, she sees the knife and goes very still.
He slides the knife up her thigh and hooks the tip of the knife under right hand side of her knickers and cuts, he the does the same on the left side and the front of the knickers drops away showing her pretty bald cunt, he grabs the knickers, smells them and puts them in his bag for later. He put the knife to her neck, running the tip along so she can feel the sharpness of it and then cuts the t-shirt from the neck down, she is now total exposed and shaking, he takes in her young little slim pale frame, grabs the left breast and feels and squeezes them, her nipples are fully erect, he pulls on it till he can hear her muffled shouts of ***.
He wore black joggers for a reason, he slips the joggers down to his bum and forsing himself between her legs, his left hand goes to her neck in a firm grip, and pushes himself inside, and with almost a hate rage he’s never had before, he fucks her hard, the look in her eyes, the tape of her mouth and secured to the table leg, the whole thing is amazing, if there is a heaven, this is it. What’s seemed like 5 minutes but was really more like 10 seconds he cums inside her, pushes himself as deep as he can go while he cums, wants his seed deep as it can go, he is marking her for him.
He take a moment to catch his breath, he takes in the view, digs out his phone and takes a photo of her like that, to go along with the knickers he’s took.
He gets up and half cuts the tape at the table and wrist, she will be able to get free but will take a few minutes, he goes back out the kitchen door, unlocks the back gate, removes his balaclava and opens it before walking to his car.
A few minutes later while he driving home his phone pings, a WhatsApp’s from his girlfriend.
“That was great, but you barely hurt me, can you be rougher next time and send me the photo”
FFS, does he ever do anything right.
Gefällt mirclevlala
Who is being bad ? Hehe
As an experience Dom, I am open to answer your question about the BDSM lifestyle.. HMU
Gefällt mirgrucelove-3548
Mental Fucking
The crack of my hand on your ass, my belt wrapped around your throat, grabbing you by your fucking hair: these are all things I do to you. They are all weapons I have in my arsenal to make you feel small and dominated, but none of that compares to my words. It's the words I use Weiterlesen… when I beat you and comfort you that get inside your head. That is the difference between me and those who came before me. I know how to speak to your subconscious. Even right now as you read these words I am like water moving along the groves of your brain, finding the path of least resistance to your mind's center.
Fight if you must, but I will just whisper in your ear, "This is the moment you finally decide to let go. Can you feel my hands on you? Can you hear my words? You know this is where you want to be because anywhere else wouldn't feel as safe and exciting. You know I'm just seconds away from hurting you. Or am I seconds away from petting you like you're my innocent little daughter." People talk about the fight or flight response, but the strongest response to *** is freezing in place. Try to move your feet. Try to reach out and touch me. And this is the power I have over you. You're mine. You belong to me. I don't know if we will be together for ever. I don't even know if we will be together past tonight. But I do know no one will ever get inside your head like me. No one will turn your brain to mush like I can.
The crack of my hand on your ass, my belt wrapped around your throat, grabbing you by your fucking hair: these are all things I do to you. They are all weapons I have in my arsenal to make you feel small and dominated, but none of that compares to my words. It's the words I use Weiterlesen… when I beat you and comfort you that get inside your head. That is the difference between me and those who came before me. I know how to speak to your subconscious. Even right now as you read these words I am like water moving along the groves of your brain, finding the path of least resistance to your mind's center.
Fight if you must, but I will just whisper in your ear, "This is the moment you finally decide to let go. Can you feel my hands on you? Can you hear my words? You know this is where you want to be because anywhere else wouldn't feel as safe and exciting. You know I'm just seconds away from hurting you. Or am I seconds away from petting you like you're my innocent little daughter." People talk about the fight or flight response, but the strongest response to *** is freezing in place. Try to move your feet. Try to reach out and touch me. And this is the power I have over you. You're mine. You belong to me. I don't know if we will be together for ever. I don't even know if we will be together past tonight. But I do know no one will ever get inside your head like me. No one will turn your brain to mush like I can.
Gefällt mirSinfullyours6969
25yrs as master, i’m as twisted as they come lol
