1. The Meeting


    Date: 5/23/2017, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Hardcore, Author: amabarrettsub, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    cock f***efully sliding down my throat. Liquid was leaking down my legs again; being used was turning me on more than I had ever been. The harder you thrust the more I gagged, choking, but you kept on, over and over, grunting softly as you moved. I was little more than a vessel, something to be used at your whim. My comfort was irrelevant. I struggled for breath as you pushed you cock as deep as you could and held it there, cutting off my oxygen until my eyes started to roll back, then withdrawing to allow me air. Over and over, my throat spasming around your cock, until my eyes swam with tears. Another hard, deep thrust and I choked again, feeling your cock swell, tasting your cum as you withdrew. You released my hands and stepped away. Gasping, I fell forward, palms spread on the cold floor, trying to steady my breathing as I quivered. You watched critically as I calmed myself, making sure you hadn’t pushed me too far, too fast. It was still early and neither of us wanted me to break. Not yet. I don’t know how much time passed while my heart rate slowed and breathing returned to normal. Trembling, I raised my arms back up, hands clasped behind my head, grasping the hard knot of the rubber band that held my hair to keep my hands steady. Satisfied that I was ready to continue, you moved away, preparing for the next activity. Giving me time to recover my equilibrium. You had deliberately placed me so I faced away from you as you worked. I wasn’t supposed to know what was ...
    coming next, that was part of it. Anticipation and trepidation built up in equal measures as I strained my ears, trying to decipher your movements. Footsteps. A breeze caressed my skin as you passed closely, still beyond my line of vision. So I waited. As my breathing continued to settle I began to re-notice the ache in my knees from the hard floor. I longed to move, to ease the soreness of my muscles and the strain on my knees but I held still, barely fidgeting. More footsteps. Something heavy sliding against the floor. A soft click. A light, it sounded like. Perhaps this was part of my punishment, the silent treatment. I was property, undeserving of attention until you were ready to use me. You ignored me, moving around the room, completing preparations. Reinforcing my place, kneeling at your feet. A reminder that you were in charge. After what seemed like hours you moved to stand in front of me, motioning for me to stand. I lowered my aching arms and rose unsteadily, wincing as my knees protested. I turned as you indicated, following to the space you had prepared while I was waiting, my eyes widening apprehensively. Below a wide pool of light was a metal table. A smaller table stood beside it, but in shadow so I couldn’t see what was on it. More implements of torture I was sure, but I didn’t know if they were for my pleasure or yours. Or both. At another imperious gesture I rose and climbed onto the table, lying backward on the cold surface, legs spread wide. With quiet ...
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