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Forced orgasm: Voluntary captivity
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Forced orgasm: Voluntary captivity She comes into my apartment, a little late. She's a little nervous, but eager. She closes the door behind her. We hug, we kiss. She is so beautiful, but I don't tell her that. I can't help smiling. I grab her by the hair, spin her around, and push her against the door. She instinctively put her hands out to catch herself, now in the perfect position, facing away from me, hands on the door, feet spread. "Today you're going to call me Sir." I whisper in her ear, pressing up against her back, her soft behind. "Do you understand?" "Y-yes." I whack her in the ass. "What's that?" "Yes, Sir!" "That's better." I throw 4 leather cuffs on the floor in front of her, two larger, two smaller. I take her by the hair again and, speaking right into her ear, say "put those on, RIGHT NOW!" She says, "Yes Sir!" and scrambles to buckle them onto her ankles and wrists, a little off balance from my firm grip on her hair. I give her a little leeway to bend down to buckle the ankle cuffs, but not much. When she's done, she straightens up again, still facing away from me. "I can't hear you!" I say into her ear. "Thank you, Sir!" she hastily says. I command "Hands behind you, ankles together!" into her ear. She quickly obeys. I padlock her wrist cuffs together, and then her ankles. I swing her around by her hair, catching her before she falls, just to demonstrate how helpless she already is. I push her up against the door, this time facing me, and with my face close to hers, I tell her, "I'm locking my collar on you now." I pull her head forward by her hair, wrap my leather collar around her neck, push the hasp through, and padlock it at the back of her lovely neck. Then I pull her head by the hair back up against the door, still facing me. "Now, we begin." "Yes, Sir." I look her over, like a piece of meat I've brought home from the store, still in its package, thinking about how I'm going to cook it. I run my hands over her body, feel her stiff nipples under her shirt, her flesh under her clothes. I unbutton her soft white cotton blouse, pull her breasts out of her bra. I take out my spring-loaded clover nipple clamps, connected by a silver chain, one clamp in each hand. I squeeze their levers, opening each one's rubber-tipped jaw, and hold them out in front of her. "If you want to stop now, I'll untie you and send you home. If you want more, you will lean forward and put each nipple into a clamp. It's your choice, decide now." I look deep into her eyes. I clearly mean what I say. She blinks a few times, looks at me, at the nipple clamps, and then.... More to come... What would you do? Tell me in the Comments. |
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1 post 10/18/2011 2:41 pm |
Damn I wish i was closer
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