Cunt @ MindSay

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I didn't even want to see Shelly and Ashleigh today.
I told Shelly this last night, but she half-persuaded me to see them. She said if I was depressed and lonely, I'd only get worse. I did say to her that sometimes I lapse further even when I'm with people I like.

Although for the majority of the day, I've been wearing my mask - I've felt shit inside.
Shelly came at fucking nine in the morning - waking me and my mother up in the process. She laid in bed with me while I tried to wake up properly. She did try it on with me - but I was far from in the mood.
A few hours later she did persuade me, but I didn't enjoy it. It made me feel worse. I shouldn't ever let her when I feel that fucking shit.

Mam went off to ASDA, after she'd asked me to make her a list - but THIS was after she'd had a big fuck off go at me for barely anything. All I did was say that dad was a knob - which he fucking is, and she even agrees with me 99.99% of the fucking time - but nooo, the 0.01% of the time she doesn't agree with me was today - and she decided to have a rant at me about fucking nothing.
At the time, I was holding one of my zebra grip pens - the same ones I've used to cut myself in exams and when I punched Ash - by snapping off the metal clip, exposing the sharp join to the plastic - so on my way back upstairs, I did two vertical slices down my left arm.
I managed to keep my tears back - Shelly held me in her arms while I tried to calm down. I did write the list, but I didn't want to face the cunt again so I sent her down with it.

Ash came at half 12 and we played Guitar Hero 5.
Mam was gone for fucking hours, so we got to play on the drums without being ranted at. I managed to get a few diamond ranks on the challenges. Expert + is ever so fun.
Then we swapped to GH: Greatest Hits - Ash wanted to go on drums, so Shelly stayed on guitar and I went on vocals. We each picked two songs - Shelly picked Electric Eye and Bark At The Moon, Ash picked Heart-Shaped Box and Beast And The Harlot and I picked Caught In A Mosh and Play With Me - and only one of those six songs is of a moderate difficulty - the other five are all well high in the setlist.
I do know the majority of the songs on GH:GH though - and the ones I don't know, I could take a good guess at.

When mam came back, we expected her to have a rant at Ash - but instead, she came bearing the top hat that Mally had said he'd lend me for Spieluhr and a MUSIC BOX. :D
Well, it's a jewellery box, but it does have a winding key and a spinning figure inside. Well... It DID have - but it's broken off. The tripod inside does still spin - so using a piece of putty rubber, I've fixed the little cat off my old charm necklace to it - and it makes a pretty cool replacement.
The box made me feel all nostalgic though - I remembered playing with it when I was little. :/

Ash of course, just HAD to try on the top hat:



Shelly and I ate some hot dogs - Ash declined them, as she was set to be having a big meal when she went home.
We must've spent like an hour deciding on what we were going to do. Seriously, we ought to plan Saturdays in fucking advance, we must waste at least 1/6 of the day pondering what we're going to fucking do.
I showed Ash one of my ideas for an RCP video - via the screening of Sally's First Movie - a badly animated video I made when I was like 15. I was ever so surprised when both Ash and Shelly were amused by it.
Following this, I let them have the run of my condemned files on Mr. Maxtor - I let them watch some random videos of me at this tender age. Sigh. Shelly said I was cute. I fucking wasn't, I was the biggest cunt ever at 15.
I'm not a cunt now, I'm just a twat. I seem to have improved.

Eventually - we decided on Evil Dead: A Fistful Of Boomstick.
It was so cool - Shelly and I were cuddled up under my duvet and Ash was sat on the end of the bed. I'm glad they both don't mind watching me play games, for I am one of these people who enjoys being watched. Ash and I were in fits at the orgasmic secretary - the one who sounds proper pleasured every time she exclaims the character's name.

"OH ASH... SAY SOMETHING HEROIC!"

I've now finished off the second level and I've saved it around halfway through the third one.
Shelly fell asleep on me at one point - and I could only put up with her snoring for 10 minutes before we made her wake up.
Of course, I also felt obliged to show them both some hilarious FMV movies from Leisure Suit Larry. Shelly was more amused than Ash - but I think they were both generally disturbed by the Harriet X Twiggy scene. :)

Ash sodded off at seven, so Shelly and I got some time alone again.
Shelly loves me - she's done that what she said she hates doing - and I fucking love it. I can't wait till after Christmas, then I'll join her in doing it also.
For tea, I made us chicken fingers and spaghetti. I had a random craving for them so I put them on mam's shopping list. I ate my spaghetti cold with three slices of bread, Shelly's was warm and she had two slices.

At 9:20, I went downstairs with Shelly and watched I'm A Celebrity with mam and dad. Today's episode was fucking hilarious like. I didn't realise watching someone force down fish eyeballs and bork several times could be so damn funny. Mam took her home afterwards.

I wanted to fucking do our RCP introductory video today as well. They both fucking knew I did - but NOOOO...

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I had a rethink about The Overseer costume. I've had a brainwave.
Who else wears a top hat and a suit jacket? Instead of wearing sunglasses, why not wear corpse paint like King Diamond? :)



I actually do think it would look pretty mint. Shelly agreed with me when she rang me.
Why she fucking rang me, I don't know - has she not spent enough time with me today, Christ's sake. Can I not have a fucking moment of peace.

With that being said, it wasn't just Shelly being annoying - we had Adam, ranting ten to the dozen about Matty - and we all know I don't give two flying fucks about him - so I danced around the point, only answering the comments I wanted to. Adam didn't bother me that much though - he didn't fucking upset me like Lewis did.
Problem with him is though, he doesn't fucking realise when he's actually upsetting me. I NEVER want to fucking discuss university, UCAS or anything fucking related - so when he's on a fucking rant about it, I'm obviously not going to be happy about it.
Then the fucking arsehole has the nerve to tell me to grow up and he doesn't understand my problems. Well who the fuck cares? I don't want him to fucking understand - did I tell him to? Did I say I wanted him to? He doesn't fucking NEED TO. And when I'm answering someone with ONE WORD ANSWERS, that clearly fucking means I don't want to talk about whatever they're discussing.
And from fucking university to then talking about the bastard film sequence - WHICH HE KNOWS I don't want to assemble or even THINK about - so that got me even more upset.

I'm fucking lapsed out to fuck at the moment - I have been for the past few days, since around fucking Thursday. There's only one thing that can lift me from it, and it's not going to happen - so I'm soon to abandon all hopes of ever getting out of this one easily.

 

Being bound,  separated her, detached her . . .attached her , kept her secure . . .

 

Being used . . .her pleasure, satisfied his pleasure  . . .

 

She knew she pleased him.  He'd bound her methodically, then sated his most urgent pleasure opening and kissing her cunt until she writhed in sinful torture . . .

 

She sat on the edge of the table, opened her legs where he could stand close and nestled against him feeling the sticky warmth of their sweat and the much cooler breeze on her back . . . He quickly released her arms from the soft rope and she nuzzled her neck afraid of the freedom . . . She drew her arms up and clung to him, tightening her legs around her hips, keeping her face buried against his shoulder.  She ached, her skin sizzled and cooled.  So many sensations, safe and secure then released . . .she kissed his neck as he drew her closer, put his arm around her and kissed the nape of her neck.  

 

She took a shaky breath as she ached for him to say his three words in the dark.  She flushed with guilt, and affection and the ache bit deeply.  She felt him take her wrists and quickly bind them in her cuffs.  She relaxed and lifted her head and accepted her collar and turned her head and took a kiss from him as he again pushed her on her back on the table. . . He shut off the cool air by shutting the door and she felt the sunlight raise the flame inside her. . . He took her hands and secured them over her head, then her ankles to the corners of the table.  . .   The snap of the chain to her leash, then the piercing of the clamps . . .to each nipple and then quickly to the hood of her cunt.  She tried to raise her legs but was held tightly and gasped as she felt his fingers open the lips of her cunt and the dildo pushed in steadily . . .the first stab sent a jolt through her and instead of whimpering, she pushed against it and held herself until it was fully into her . . . Before she could take another breath, he pulled on the chain and sent shocks to her nipples and to her clit . . .

 

She twisted and fought her restraints, causing the chain to pull yet harder . . .she relaxed a bit, then arched her back . . .she cried out when the cane struck across her breasts, just below the nipple . . .she smiled and bit her lip and raised her hips . . . The strike was slow in coming . . .she held her breath agonizing the moments.    She pursed her lips and held her hips up a bit . . .and moaned when four hard steady blows caught the insides of her thighs . . . The clips were released from her nipples and she twisted again at the pain and then gasped as four hard blows struck her nipples . . .then a second later six more hard blows worked their way from her thighs, the release of the clip on her hood, the last two blows against her swollen labia . . .

 

As suddenly as he began, he stopped.  He quickly released her ankles, leaving her wrists bound and wrapped her warmly in the throw she'd been laying on.  He carried her, still shaking and lay against her on the couch . . .she twisted until he pulled the cover back and she could feel his skin against hers.  She took her bound hands and took his hand and pushed it between her legs . . .and whispered as she kept her face against her neck . . .the pain blended with her slick cunt, stirred by his fingers.  As he fingered her aching cunt, she rocked back and fourth until she could not bear to stop or to go further . . .

 

He pressed deeper and continued, until she placed her hands on top of his and kissed his neck again and again . . .

 

He never let go of her and held her tightly until she was quiet and raised her head for a kiss . . .He kissed her again, then again . . .never letting go of her.  He took her wrists, and slowly released them until she nodded . . .attaching her leash, he took the cover from around them and stood her . . .she stood closely in front of him and put her hand over his heart, still holding on.   He lead her to the shower and examined her closely as her skin turned pink from the very warm water.   She stood silently, quietly as he soaped a washcloth and bathed her.   She took the cloth, washed his chest and shoulders, then kneeled under the shower washing his stomach, then taking both hands, she lovingly washed his cock and thighs . . .

 

He toweled her off and applied lotion over the welts that had risen from the cane.   She looked into the mirror relishing the soreness and admiring her ladder . . .the welts equally placed laterally across her breasts and nipples  and five more fanning out equally from her labia . . .touching and pressing the deep red welts caused her to relive the sweet creamy penetration of pain, like remembering something sweet to eat made your mouth water at the thought. 

 

She offered him her wrists and was rewarded with her cuffs.  Happily, he left her nude and led her out of their bath.   She was placed near him as he searched through the kitchen . . .she looked to see the sun had set . . .realizing her display had lasted through the afternoon . . .she ached again, and ran her fingers over her welts.  She lay back against the chair and kept her legs parted and closed her eyes . . . When she opened them again, it was dark outside and she'd curled up with the pillow.  He came for her when he heard her stir and stood her close to him as she raised her face . . .after a kiss, he turned her and bent her over the near chaise . . . She took a wider stance . . .

 

"Open" 

 

She reached behind her and spread her cheeks and whispered to him as he pet her slit . . . He slid his arm around her waist, pushing her a little further over the chaise and raising her ass  . . .he spread her lips wide and fingered her until she warmed deeper . . .pushing his cock into her cunt with long strokes.  She whispered again . . .and raised her hips as he pushed deeply . . .then reached behind and again spread her cheeks for him, as an invitation . . . A moment later her ass took the head of his cock, and she felt the pressure and his fingers press against her welts as he grabbed her hips and fucked her . . .

 

Minutes . . .and his strokes were deep inside her, the welts being abused against the chaise and his hands gripping her hips . . .the surge was sudden and hard, then again . . .then slower strokes and she recalled how he filled her mouth until it ran onto her chin . . . She turned and then sat back with her legs up. She was tingling and patient until he raised her on her leash.   He unfastened the chain and sent her to freshen up.  

 

She found her soft robe laid out on the bed and added perfume.   He sent her for wine and she joined him with the glass they always shared.   There was unleavened bread, which she began tearing as he set the platter of curry and meat between them.   She poured and offered him wine.  The too too spicy curry and peppers filled her with fire and she felt her muscles beginning to relax . . . More wine and she ate much more than she thought she would . . . Stopping only for thick slices of chocolate cake . . . She took big bites and demurely looked hoping that her dessert was not complete.   He sent her for more wine and she giggled and quickly kiss him . . . Returning she found the hash box sitting next to another slice of the heavy chocolate cake . . . She poured wine and took a long deep hit from the hash as she picked bites of the cake and sips of wine.  . .

 

She lay exposed on her back, legs apart . . .her wing tucked behind her .  He adjusted the sunlight  and the breeze through the patio doors, as if it were the hot and cold water in their bath . . . She felt the very warm sunlight on her thighs and tummy . . .the cool breeze across her nipples and her face . . .his fingertips  stroked her thighs and her slit, blending her sweat and cream into an intimate lotion that lubricated his tastes, and smoothed his use of her . . .

 

The sunlight  illuminated and warmed her . . .she was cooled by sweat and cool breeze, and rewarded with his lingering touches and examination of her . . .  He stroked her arms and her fingers, assured that her circulation was not impaired.   Sitting her up, she curled her legs to the side as he raised her wing slightly, pushing her breasts out . . .she giggled as he teased her nipples and winced at the sensitive soreness, encouraging him to linger.  He poured an icy glass of juice.   He held the glass and brushed her back off her forehead as she sipped.   She leaned towards him and offered a breathy kiss, and moaned as he slid his arm around her.   She nodded when he offered more juice and was scolded for suggesting wine . . .  She put on her pouty face and turned her head in protest, giggled as he scolded her again, then shrieked as he wet his fingers with the frigid condensation from the glass and stroked her nipples.   Properly disciplined  . . .she sat comfortably, and shook her head to stir her hair, lowering her head and letting it fall around her shoulders and over her face again.  He took hold of her wrists, causing the wing to turn her shoulders . . .he took hold of her hair and pulled her head back to expose her throat and she pushed her breasts out aching for her torture to begin again.  

 

He began again with kisses to her neck and throat, then down to her nipples.   She winced, whimpering for pleasure as his lips applied pressure, feeding him one then the other.  He held her hair tight and moved her until her legs were over the end of the table.  He laid her on her back, stood by the side of the table and turned her head.  She raised her legs where her feet placed on the end of the table, turned on her side and opened her legs and her mouth . . .She was laying now where he could  use her mouth, her ass or her cunt.  The Dragon's Wing cradled her arms as she rolled more on her side, opened her legs more, feeling the warm sunlight on her cunt and thighs . . .He gripped her hair again and she opened her mouth, first licking the head and then sucking his cock as he pushed it toward the back of her throat. 

 

She felt his fingers open her cunt and rub her clit as he filled her mouth . . .he withdrew and she began again taking one of his balls in her mouth, then the other . . .then using her tongue on the sensitive skin under the head and along the shaft . . .she continued again with his balls and when she sucked the tip of his cock, she felt him tighten his grip on her hair and his fingers stop their massage . . .she was pleased with his pleasure and continued to suck the tip and run her tongue over it.  She opened her mouth more, an invitation, and he pushed his cock until she took most of it and began with long strokes to fuck him with her mouth . . .She opened her legs wide again, offering him his choice of pleasure and was pleased when he continued to fuck her mouth, matching her long strokes with his own . . .she opened her legs widely, arched her back and displayed herself as shamelessly as possible . . .she felt the surge cover her tongue and swallowed quickly, a second later her mouth was filled.  She swallowed and began cleaning his shaft with her lips and tongue, opening her mouth taking him as he spent his last . . .she kissed the tip and sucked again feeling him react so sensitively.   He slid his arm under her and raised her slightly and nuzzled her neck.  Laying her on her back again, he took his finger and wiped her mouth, and chin.  She giggled and returned the sinful look he gave her and opened her mouth again, gently pursing her lips around it and sucking the sticky cream off of it.

She strained against the binding, reassured   . . . Before he was finished, her arms would be secured tightly in an intimate rigging  of soft red rope that would caress her and form the intricate lattice of the wing . . .  Binding her wrists, then coiling around her arms . . .the airy structure appearing to be attached at the shoulder and folded behind her in submission . . .her breasts, her legs . . .throat . . .her mouth . . .cunt . . .all, his to use . . . When she first posed like this she didn't understand the degree of confinement, confused that her ankles were free . . .she soon understood . . . Heat flushed through her at the memory.  She whimpered for his pleasure.  In her demure language her master would be pleased . . .

 

She knew her cunt was slick, feeling her cream smear against her thigh  . . . and whimpered again . . . He pushed the glass dildo a bit further with a slow twist, she raised one leg ever so slightly and let out her breath through pursed lips as it was inserted fully . . . She felt his grip tighten on her hair, pulling her head back . . .she parted her lips opening her mouth, but he turned her head and began his kisses at her neck , covered her mouth with his, the lightly to her nipple.   Sucking hard and pulling straight out until it was suddenly released, then the other and then again . . .sent tiny accurate jolts through her to her clit . . .she approved with a breathy word . . .and again, and again . . .

 

Turning her , resting at an angle, he pushed her legs apart . . .and again kissed her mouth, then down to her nipples . . . Impatient, she opened her legs a bit more and twisted as her nipples became so so sensitive  . . .she pouted when she heard him make fun of her and then tightened as he continued to suck her nipples . . .the jolts increasing in intensity, the torture more and more desirable  . . .  He pushed her legs apart again . . . She whimpered clearly when he slowly withdrew  the slick dildo, his kisses now on her swollen slit, then the tip of his tongue tracing the sweet swollen lips to the wet gap between them.   She struggled to remain in position, silent and stayed, but arched her head back as she counted the kisses . . . She agonized over pleasing him, and struggled against her restraints, wanting to use her hands . . . He parted her, opening her bit by bit, tiny bites of her labia, his tongue beginning now to find the creamy source of his soft hostage . . .

 

Her nipples ached and her breasts needed warmth . . .and she tried to twist her shoulders  . . . He opened her more and exposed her clit to his attention . . .she took deep breaths and was carried helpless on wave after wave until she ached . . .grateful the warmest surges of cream pleased her master . . .

 

She gave into the sweet agony and strained hard trying to free herself . . . her Dragon's Wing kept her from interfering with her use and gave her only one way to try to spend the energy burning out of control now . . .she raised her hips, feeding him her cunt . . . It was a torturous act of submission, unable to do only the one thing that would ease the ache and please him . . . She braced herself against her shoulders, spread her legs wide as she raised her hips and fed him . . . She whimpered shamelessly as his fingers opened her cunt so wide and he applied the same pressure on her clit as he had her nipples . . .the technique sending stabs of pleasure that further tormented her unless she came . . . She rocked her hips, moved and pressed . . .holding her breath until he had his pleasure . . .she cried out loudly and again as the wave hit her . . .she cried, she promised, she begged . . .stop and never stop . . . He now took hold of the plug in her ass,  adding to her torture with firm, quick thrusts . . .moments later she was racked with wave upon wave . . .her wing keeping her both open and a hostage . . .

 

She finally relaxed seconds later and cried out again as he pressed firmly and again applied his tender torture to her clit . . . She shivered again, the again, turning to him, sweating and needing warmth.  She ached to hold him and again was denied.  She snuggled to him, relishing the aroma of cunt and sex, she kissed his neck and shoulder, begging for entrapment against the now cool air . . .

 

She turned, her head on the pillow but with her eyes still closed.   She'd felt him sit on the edge of their bed and slowly opened her eyes.   He pushed the hair off her forehead and said nothing until she was fully awake.  She focused slowly and finally reached out and put her hand on his arm . . .

 

  . . .Hmmm?  Was all she could softly say softly . . . Inquiring if her master was waiting for her to respond. 

 

"No, nothing.  I brought coffee . . .

 

She scooted over further in the bed, sat up and then lay with her shoulder against him as she held the hot hot cup . . . Strong coffee . . . The so hot sips stung  as she savored the dark taste . . . Heavy cream drew some of the heat away and soothed the edges of her lips.   Two sips led to several as the warmth traveled through her, she leaned up, parted her lips and offered him a kiss, instead of waiting for his.  She kissed him again, holding it past a moment . . .she held the kiss, putting her hand to his face, then blushed deeply as she slowly opened her eyes to see his as she withdrew from the kiss  . . .

 

At the last of the  coffee he kissed her again and stood by the bed, reached for her collar and fastened it to her throat as she held her hair up.  The covers fell away as she sat up . . .the hot coffee seeped through her veins and pushed at the languor .  She reached out touching his heart with her fingertips and let herself be pulled gently out of bed . . .just in case he relented and let her go back to sleep . . . Or perhaps  she should lay back and see if  . . .

 

No  . . .he continued pulling gently until she swung her legs over the bed  . . .and, she stood.  She delayed a bit longer by putting her arms around his neck and smooching for another kiss . . . She wanted more, but he reached for her leash . . .a sign that he would 'help' her if necessary.  She puckered her lips and turned in the same motion and stepped into the shower as he turned the warm water down . . . She quickly turned it back up and said something intended to be punishable  . . . He swatted her very firmly and shut the door.

 

"Shower and freshen up."

 

She smiled when she found a steaming cup of coffee waiting silently as she stepped out of the shower.  She wrapped herself in his robe, instead of toweling off . . . She inhaled his scent and reached for the coffee, feeling the cup hot to the touch of her fingertips.   She toweled her long black hair, selected a comb, combing her hair removing any tangles in long strokes . . . She sipped the coffee, making it last until she stood and examined herself in the mirror . . .turning to see her hips, then facing the mirror, widening her  stance running her hands over her thighs making sure her cunt was smooth to his touch . . .she cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples . . . Looking again in the mirror, she slipped off his robe and walked into the cool air of their bedroom . . .

 

She looked around to see if he'd laid anything out for her to wear.  If nothing was set out, or if she was not told to dress . . .  she was wanted in the nude and to present herself for use.   She smiled and picked up the serape he'd dressed her in, but did not slip on the loose casual pants  . . .  The serape covered her arms to just above her wrists, open on the sides where her breasts were easily seen and available . . . And just short enough to not cover her cunt . . . She pulled her hair through once she got it on, and turned to the mirror again . . . Her hair hung across her shoulder and midway down her back . . .long slender legs with her shaven slit nicely visible, just below the hem of the serape . . .she turned and saw her ass was nicely uncovered, and turned again to stand with her feet slightly apart, her hips forward just a bit . . .presenting her cunt nicely for visual pleasure or for his use . . .

 

She grabbed the cup and walked into the kitchen, smelling the aroma, she was suddenly reminded that she was starving . . . She walked in and took her standing position . . .feet slightly apart, her arms raised over her head with her wrists together, back arched slightly . . .she smiled, lowering her head, but not her eyes as she displayed herself . He raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down, noting that the serape was up to her tummy . . . She raised up on tip toes and giggled as he lowered her wrists, and patted her slit . . . He attached her leash, tightened his grip on her and pulled her to him.  She sat at the breakfast bar and sipped coffee as he served her breakfast . . .a poached egg, croissant with  pads of butter, strips of bacon and juice . . .

 

He stood her, removing the serape as she giggled . . .and examined her.  Her welts were faded or gone, and she  placed her hands on her knees and bent forward . . .trying not to squirm as his fingertips ran between her thighs and tickled.   He tightened her leash, raising and bringing her head back . . .and reached for her wrists, binding one then the other behind her, then pushing her forward more, and inserted a medium size plug in her ass . . .she made a breathy offer for more. 

 

 

 He led her to a warm area near the patio where the sun came through, sliding doors and an breeze off the ocean kept it from being too hot. She stood next to a finished wood table, with a thick cotton throw that he placed her on to bind her with the soft ropes. Posed and elaborately bound, she was helpless and open for use as he'd bound her the first moment they met.  She gave herself to this time and began to ache for the safe security of her loss of freedom and the ways he used and penetrated her, remembering how it felt to be nude and unable to cover herself or prevent the use of her mouth, her cunt or ass.  He placed her on her tummy, a pillow under her head and secured her ankles to each side of the rectangular table . . .   She was praised as he opened her cunt and found her wet . . .not quite slick to his touch . . . She blushed as he spread her cheeks, slid her plug until it moved easily . . .

 

"Open . . ."

 

She let out her breath and relaxed her hips as he removed the plug and pushed a larger one in its place . . . She took her breath, feeling it was thicker and longer as well  . . .he kissed her neck and whispered praise as it fit to its hilt . . . She knew he would take his time binding her, caressing and opening her as he went . . . It made the ache unbearable and she fought to keep from twisting or moving too soon . . .

 

He slipped a knot of a long soft bright red rope over her wrists and released the temporary restraint . . . She felt the windings slowly climb up  . . . A Dragon's Wing . . . Her arms would be bound practically to her shoulders, tapered up from her wrists in an elaborate rigging of blood red rope . . . In this position she could be moved anywhere, laid on her tummy or her back  . . . Her breasts pushed forward as the binding pulled her arms back . . . Exposing her nipples, her tummy and her cunt . . . From behind she could be pushed forward and taken in her cunt or her ass . . . In either position he could fuck her mouth . . . It was a binding that she could be displayed walking or sitting quietly nude next to him  . . .

 

She was seduced by the gradual encroachment from bound to being helpless . . . Taking her freedom seemed akin to letting go of her will . . .then whatever he did with her was just his pleasure . . .losing her will was thickly intoxicating when she anticipated how he might use her . . .purely female . . .

 

He changed her pose slightly, then a few minutes later.   She moaned as the rope imprisoned her more and he loosed one ankle, turned her hips to the side and began fucking her cunt . . . She groaned and smiled, pursing her lips at the pleasure . . . She knew her cunt was creamy and open . . . And felt the slick dildo smear her thigh as he fucked her with long, deep penetrating strokes . . . When she was imprisoned properly, he would fuck her and his cum would run down her leg . . .