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Her arms and legs were bound to the bed. Blindfold over her eyes. He had been teasing and taunting her for quite some time now. A mixture of sensations, designed to maximise sensory overload

Gentle touches. Hard slaps. The pain of a pinch. Randomly placed sensations that build her towards a crescendo.

He reached for the Hitachi, pressing it against one of her nipples. He turned it on and watched her body react. Her nipple instantly becoming erect. The intake of breath.

He moved the Hitachi south, running it slowly over her stomach, working it down towards her mound.

He placed the Hitachi on her clit as he growled the words

”Cum for Daddy. Cum for me like the good little whore that you are.”

She grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as her head and back arched violently. Her body convulsed. Her cunt exploded. She screamed as the first orgasm ripped through her body.

”Good fucking girl. Who does that cunt belong to?”

She felt the second orgasm rip through her as she moaned the words

”You Daddy. This cunt belongs to you...”

The scent of him on your bed sheets.

The sting of his hand on your flesh.

The sweetness of his delicate kisses.

The feel of your cunt coming alive as he growls at you to worship his cock.

The sounds of his lustful moans as your mouth makes love to him.

The pressure on the back of your head as he forces your throat onto him.

The way he grunts and groans as he impales you and drains his balls into your throat.

The way he brutally thrusts as he unloads again and again.

The taste of his warm seed as you greedily take every drop.

The way he looks at you as you lie there, licking his cock clean.

The way he pulls your head up, kissing you and tasting himself inside your mouth.

The way his tongue explores and enjoys the inside of your mouth.

The way he forces your head back down past his balls and onto his asshole.

The way he moans as you begin to flick his asshole with the tip of your tongue.

The way his cock grows once again in your hand, responding to you.

The way you prepare him, to make him hard a second time, so you can worship him again.

Your cunt on fire as you drip from excitement only found in pleasuring Him…

She placed herself at his feet. Kneeling with legs together, hands perfectly placed on her thighs. Smiling softly, she raised her head and looked up at him. His eyes intense, riveting, mesmerising.

She wanted nothing more than to service his every need. To please him. To pleasure him. To submit to his desires. His needs. His wants. His lust. To entice his beast to surface and take her.

The raw submission he pulled from her rising to meet his natural Domination. He didn’t demand. He didn’t need to. His presence commanded her submission. It drew her submission from her. Naturally and effortlessly.

She watched him smile as she whispered the words

”What would you have me do Sir. I am yours. Yours to do with as you please...”

She looks spectacular.

Wearing nothing but your sin, her tears, bruises and the breathtaking look of satisfied bliss that she only gets when curled up after you have hurt her.

That smile that can only be obtained from the delivery of pleasurepain. That mixture of pain that purges her sadness, grief and anxiety, releasing a pleasurable state of euphoria as she allows herself to float in the brutality of what you offer her.

The smile that settles on her lips as she drifts away, in the safety of your embrace...

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 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, painfully 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.

Forcing 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 pain, tears and an understanding of Primal at its core.

To be used like an animal 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 pain of the impact take hold.

”Scream all you like cunt. No one can hear you from here...”

She looked at him, fear 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 forced 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 falls asleep in his strong arms. Drifting off into a beautiful slumber feeling the steady rhythm of his calm heartbeat, smiling as she remembers back to the filthy and debauched things he did to her. The burn of the body ache where he manhandled her and placed his own unique ownership marks.

She wakes up the following morning, her body tangled and entwined in his, bed hair all tussled, mussed and disorderly. Snuggling back against him as she takes in the morning dawn, feeling his hardness grow against her as his body responds to the feel of what he owns in her.

She feels his cock engorge and her cunt comes to life, knowing that he won’t be gentle. Won’t be kind. Knowing that he will take her and penetrate her. His thick cock entering her, stretching her beyond capacity, taking her breath away with each thrust...

She loved the delicious act of sucking his cock.

Taking him slowly into her mouth, she loved the taste of that first release of pre-cum, the texture of his head and shaft and the feel of his cock as it began to fill her throat.

She was aroused by the guttural noises he made as she teased, taunted and pleasured him.

She gained pleasure from giving that pleasure to him.

She adored it when he used her.

Truly used her for his pleasure.

She loved the feeling of him.

The feeling as he grew in her mouth.

Her tongue running up and down his shaft.

Her lips enveloping the head of his cock.

Feeling his hardness.

Enjoying the texture.

The veins on his cock.

She loved the taste of him.

Feeling his cock fill her mouth.

He loved using her.

Using her for his own selfish pleasures.

Fucking her.

Filling her.

Stretching her.

Listening to her moan.

Grabbing a fistful of hair.

Forcing her head back so he could look into her eyes.

Fucking her filthy little mouth.

Watching her eyes bulge as his cock entered her throat.

Feeling the hunger of her accepting mouth

The hunger that built from her watching him get turned on.

He loved fucking her greedy little mouth.

Her lips stretched and wrapped around his cock.

The pretty lipstick smears on her face and his cock.

Watching her struggle as he plunged deeper and deeper.

He loved taking the air that she sacrificed for him.

Sacrifice born from the need to please him.

Sacrifice born from need to pleasure him.

Sacrifice born from the need to give him her all…

Audio reading - Invading your mind, body and soul…

Look closer.

What do you see beyond the beautiful face, the ravishing figure, the pouty lips.

Look beyond the skin deep and see her for what she is.

A beautiful and passionate being, that has a fire inside.

A fire that burns deep within.

White hot and awaiting release.

A fire that needs to be unlocked.

She looks for the one that can drive her to her knees, without the need to even touch her.

The one with the animal inside that can simply lock eyes onto hers and make her knees weak and her body quiver with anticipation.

The one that knows to naturally command instead of demand.

The one that takes her breath away as she feels drawn to submit, to give, to pleasure.

Drawn to give Him her all...