I’m usually in control of everything. I can’t say I’m a fan of handing it over to someone else. Yet, I couldn’t resist my new Master. I’ve always been curious to see him at work. The ony way I could is by going through my own sexual disgrace. He felt I deserved disgrace. He had me arrive in a black corset. He wanted to see one on my tight fit body. He bent my arms and legs, binding them with rope. If I wanted to getaway, I’d half to crawl on my elbows and knees. The way he was playing with my pussy and thick clit, I wouldn’t want to escape. I loved him reaching inside my pussy and tickling my g-spot, rubbing a vibrator anywhere he could. All I wanted was his dick. He let me feel it under his pants when we met. But my pussy was too tight. He wanted it opened up for a smooth glide. I could tell he would ravish me. So he brought over his fucking machine, it’s sole purpose to loosen my pussy. But my mouth would be put to work. He shoved his dick deep down my throat. Spit was everywhere. I was glad. It’s the only way I could deep throat his dick. He made sure to use my ability well.

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