Hood over my head, it is dark. i hear other people as i am suspended by my wrists fro the hook in their ceiling, my feet stretched apart. i love my feel of helplessness, vulnerability.
She lifts the hood a bit and spits in my mouth to show Her contempt for me.
His hand are on my buttocks, rough, uncaring. He spanks me and i hear people laugh. Then Her whip hits the tip of my cockhead and there is a slash of pain.
He enters me shoving himself deep up inside me, rhythmically pushing both in and out and making circles to widen me.
Another whip slash, stinging my balls and more laugher from whoever is watching. I hear the click of a camera –oh yes! i want to be watched while being humiliated and abused.
He finishes with me, pulling out, and then sticking the condom in my mouth.
She is writing something on my chest with Her lipstick. There is laughter. i wish i knew what She wrote. i hope it is as bad as i think.
slave chris
