you have a wonderful eye for the perverse and kinky (or the norm, depending on your point of view). What would you consider to be the ultimate service you can provide the One who owns you?
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Ultimately when it comes down to it, I see myself becoming a toy or doll, reactive not active. In this state I can be whatever role he wishes me to be and do with me whatever he needs. A collection of holes to be stuffed or left empty and neglected at his desire or whim. I am merely a vessel of pleasure, a thing to be used, and ever thankful for it.
I was bad and disruptive at dinner… He kicked my legs under the table.
I was talking back in the car… He slapped me repeatedly at red lights.
We got home… He punished me by making me do this 100 times.
Set me up on the floor on all fours on top of some newspapers like a bad messy pet. Insert a ring gag, fuck and cum in all my holes and leave it leaking out of them.
Sometimes she knows exactly what to text me to keep me hard all day.
I am in the training process and admittedly my manners are sloppy and I am very disobedient. Ergo, not suited to be shared at this point.
How very sweet!
Regretfully I am not available for time share, rent or sale at this time.
A good doll should always be ready for such an occurrence. And be very thankful for the use it was made for.
I have a very long intricate story in my head that was built over the years that would make women terrified and men second guess themselves. It’s by far the most fucked up thing I ever thought of… and the most fun. =O
place them around my neck. One in the back and one in the front. Don’t squeeze right away. Maybe scare me, with your gaze, suffocate my mind with your eyes. Pin me against a wall, press your body into mine, make me vulnerable. Keep staring, run your index finger up my cheek softly and slowly, resting it finally just below my ear. Then take your thumb, run it across my lips, part them, and plunge your thumb inside my mouth running it back and forth across my tongue. Your grip tightens on the back of my neck as you feel around in my mouth. You slide your thumb out and off my lip, leaving a wet trail down to the front of my throat where you rest and finally clasp both hands firmly together in a circling embrace. You bring your lips close to mine, breathing on me, never kissing me as my mouth hangs open gasping. You stop choking me now and again to roughly massage my neck, still pinning me with your body and paralyzingly eyes. With each return your grip becomes harder as you shake my neck and head back and forth, whipmers and deep sighs escape my throat desperate for you to keep going. My head bangs off the wall as you continue to jerk me violently, I can see you smiling through the quick motions from the pleasure you are gaining by my helplessness. Finally my knees give under your control and I fall dazed into your arms. Breathing heavily against you I keep my eyes closed. You carress me one last time gently before clasping my collar and locking it in it’s proper place tightly around my sore and bruised neck.
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