i am deeply devoted to this man. He saved my life. No doubt, no question.
He is also very good at keeping me stimulated. I am a very extreme person. I enjoy virtually anything that demonstrates my subordination.
As a result, Master has had me do many things to demonstrate this over the years.
One of the most humiliating tests was to make me put on my makeup in complete darkness. I could not see anything. No colors or the lines I was making or anything.
Once I was done putting on my makeup and getting dressed (in the same fashion) we would go out on the town, bar hopping, or out to eat, maybe to a concert. I was not allowed to see myself until we got home. All the time, Iwould be acting all normal and talking to people and having fun. Then I woould get home and see that I had two dfferent colors of eye-shadow on. It didn't matter a whole lot because it was all fucked up anyway. I was out all night acting normal, but my makeup looked like I had a mental disoder.
Keeping me from seeing my makeup made the anticipation last all night. It was like anticipating the needle at the doctor's office, but it lasted for hours and hours. You knew the needle was there in his hand. You knew it was huge and was going to hurt. But he just keeps leading you on and on and on and never using the needle. But the whole time, you KNEW he was going to use it at some point.
I was stting in my office going through the daily production numbers when there was a light knock on my door.
"Come in!" I yellled.
In stepped Harvis, my production floor manager.
"Hello sir." He said in a timid manner. "may I set down?"
"Sure Harvis. What's on your mind?"
I held an open door policy with my employees and knew them all by first name. I was concerned about Harvis, because he rarely had any issues with anyone.
"well sir. I don't know how to approach this subject..and I don't really want to piss you off or anything..."
"You have been a really good boss. and I don't want to lose my job or nothin'."
I assured him that I would remain open minded and work through the problem with him.
"Well Sir, You know the guys on the floor have been meeting about how to make improvements to the company and all."
"Yes, Harvis. I am aware, and I commend them for those efforrts."
"Well, sir. This last improvement is a doozy. But with that said, Sir, I am quite sure it will createan unimagineablelevel of unity and company spirit. Something the competition will not be able to oversome."
My head peeked up and I was now COMPLETELY intersted in what he had to say.
"Well, go ahead! Let's hear it!" I blurted out. "I am agame for anythign that would do that!"
"Well sir...are you SURE?"
"Absolutely! everything is on the table here." I said in a very leaderly fashion. Then I leaned in to bring it home. "And I mena everything!"
He breathed a sign of relief. "Well, that makes me fel better, but I am not sure you understnd the scopeof this."
"Well, until its out there, I never will. Let's hear it."
"Well Sir, The guys know how devastated you were when Misty passed...and we really like your new wife and all..."
My wife always helped run the company, but fell ill and died a few years back. I met a new woman and we soon married.
"...and we know how much you like having your kids help out with the company and all."
My kids grew up in the company and still help.
"...and you said in the last eetintg that...well...sir, this is where it gets difficult...."
"Go ahead.." I reassured him.
"well Sir, you said you and Tina were trying to concieve..."
"Tah is correct, Harvis..."
"Well, sirr, its been 6 months since the meeting and...well we are gettign a bit concerned...."
My heart melted. My employees were so concerned about me and my new wife. I smiled at him and joked a bit, "well Harvis, at my age, I might be shooting blanks once in a while...."
We both laughed a little and he looked at me dea in the eyes. "Well Sir, That is where the propsal comes in. You have a factory full of virile young men that could help with that..."
I about fell out of my chair. Imustered all of the gumption I could, to tell him we needed to talk later.
He immediately left the room.Needless to say, I was in shock. I was angry as hell. I was ready to firethem ALL!
It took me a week to cool off, before I paged Harvis back to my office. He enetered and sat down.
I immediately attacked, "I want to know who came up with this fucking plan!"
"Sir, I cannot tell you specifically, but the entire plant is in a greement."
"No fucking way! I will fire all of you sonofabitches.!"
"Sire, Sir, SIR! I am jsut the messenger. It would be a bad idea to go back on your open door policy at this time, sir. I told you the idea. If it is not conducive to you, then we can scrap it. But to fire someone over a bad idea, well, that is just wrong, Sir. You said so yourself."
He was correct.As a business leader, I had preached the importance of open conversation and a non-retalitory environment. I demanded it from my employees, so I must exhibit it around them.
I thought long and hard before speaking. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and calmly responded, "I hear you Harvis. I am sorry I acted that way. I need to lead by example."
I scheduled an open discssion for a week later.
During the week, my mind was runnig overtime. I looked out teh window of my office onto the production floor. The first thing I noticed was how many young men there were ouot there. How wouold I wiggle my way out of this? My new wife a vivacious, petite and gorgeous yung thing that turned every head in the room when she walked in. I know she was with me mainly for my money, but I needed someong to help traise my daughters while I ran the business. Her sex drive was very strong and she often spent hours masterbating after I had long finished.
Her interview read like the back pages of a German BDSM magazine. The checkbox at the top of every smoldering story said "Fantasy" instead of "Reality"
Her list of accomplishments was nearly empty, but her list of fantasies was page after page after page of pain and brutality. All of her stories ended with her inevitably screaming in pain before eventually screaming her safe word.
Master and i thought of wicked and evil things to do to her, but the final decision was from her own sick mind.
Of course, we modified it to meet some safety requirements, and to add a bit of unpredictability to her situation.
Master and the guys worked for 4 days on the apparatus, that w now call the invisible Chair of Doom.
When the time came, she was blindfolded and bound to a hefty wide board. Her arms bound together above her head and to the board. Her waist bound to the board and a spiderweb of ropes across her abdomenand chest, leaving only her tits exposed.
She was then told to stand against the wall, where the board was mounted to the sled, which was inturn attached to the rail system afixed to the wall.
A few test were performed to make shure teh sled moved smoothely along the rails. the attachment to the rail was tested and it was deerrmined there was no escape from he situation. Her upper body was held motionless agains the board and her lower bod was free to move about. That would soon change.
She was asked to do a few deep knee bends to demonstrate the apparatus. i looked at Master and He at me. It was functioning perfectly. She was then given a chair to sit on and rest. she was going to need her energy for what was about to happen to her.
Measurements were made of her legs and her feet were affixed at the appropriate place on the floor. She was still sitting comfortably in the chair.
Then Master skillfully slipped a finger under her skirt and across the crotch of her panties. with one fell swoop, her extricated her panties down to her knees.
"These are no longe allowed on this property"
She nodded agreeingly
Then Master snapped them off in one jerk. The remnants falling around her ankles.
She was instructed to lift of the chair, and it was removed.
"Behold the aparatus from you own mind. the Invisible Chair of Doom." thenMaster stuffed her wet and torn panties in her mouth.
For a while, she held her own against the chair. she would try to stand, but her feet were affixed to the floor. She was eventuially able to stand enough to lock her knees, but we were prepared. A ratchet mechanism was built into the sled that, once triggered, prevented the sled from moving up anymore. It could only go down.
She smirked at Master and He skirked back at her, then reahed up and triggered the mechanism.
As she stood there with her knees locked, i began bringing the assortment of penetrators uot of the nearby closet. Her eyes widened. She was not expecting the enormous toys in our collection.
"Those are too big!" she revolted.
"You can always use your safeword." Master shot back "But until then, you belong to me."
We began caryying out toys that contunuously increased in length and diameter.
Finally came the one biult ust for this ocassion. It was smaller in diameter but a bit longer than the rest. MAster told her to choose. She stil refused but he warned that if she didn't choose, HE WOULD. She chose the last one. the one designed just for this ocassion.
We both grinned at each other as she demanded to know what was so funny.
Mater nodded at me and I told her why.
"We designed this just for you. It is longer than all the rest. It has special features you will apreciate soon enough. But you have made an ominous selection. You should have let Master choose."
A rigid platform resided under her, one designed for the toy. The toy was placed in its holder directly under her. At this point the toy was still very flaccid, Its first 6" was made very firm. Its head was put against her slobbering opening and with a little urging, it slipped nicely into place.
He etes widened as it shot into her.
"It is bigger than anything i have ever had in there" she announced.
We both smiled, knowing she was going to say that alot tonight.
MAster gave the signal and the dong filled with ait and became rigid. Undoubtely a few more inches sid intoe her as she uttered "Oh My GAWD!" The diameter increased sligthly, too.
At this point, she was leanign comfortably against the wall, with the largest object she had ever had inside her firmly planted 8" into her box. Then we heard the unmistakable "CLICK" of the ratcheting mechanism. She had slipped a notch.
Master gave the next signal and the dong was hit with more air. It iflated, increaing its diamter nearly 100%. She did not respond becasue she had no idea what she was in for. See, the part inside her did not inflate, just the next 12"
We asked if shee needed anything. She said "No." and we heard the next "CLICK"
Master gave the next signal and her eyes widened again. A slight bulge formed in her lower abdomen as she girth was increased inside her opening.
"Oh GAWD!" She whimpered "I can't take this"
"You can always use your safeword." i told her.
She vehemently shook her head no. "Never" she whimpered.
Then the next "CLICK" came.
"Then we are going to destroy your tight little box. We are going to stretch it out so much no man will ever want to fuck you twice." i screeched as I harshly pulled her hair.
"I know" she said.
"Your legs are going to get tired and you are slowly going to slide down this penetrator until either you safeword or it rips you apart. You are stuffed more than you have ever been and you do not even have a third of it in." then i whispered in her ear wickedly "and its girth is not even close to being maxed out."
She whined a bit as i gave the signal to increas the girth.
She moaned a moan somewhere between pleasure and pain.
Then we heard the next click.
I looked closely at her once perfect little cunt. It was stretched inot a near-perfect O-shape. He juices had run all the way down its incredible length and left a small puddle on the floor.
"You are going to have to clean that up." I said as I used her hair to direct her head towards the evidence of her body betraying her.
CLICK
"Increase girth"
at one minute she was back to her original stance before locking her knees.
at 120 seconds, her knees began shaking
It took nearly 3 minutes for her to finally use her safewrd. It was far too late to save her tightness. she had taken 17" and the girth was nearly 3" in diameter.
As instructed by Master in teh preplanning, once she made the call, she was to be extricated from teh dong as quickly as possible. Two memberscradles he from each side and lifted her up. the enormous member shot out of her like a watermelon seed once teh first foor was cleared. she lef tout an audible yelp as the invader retreated.
She laid on the floor severla minutes before i told her "While you are doen there, clean up your mess"
She did so obediently then told me "I think I am going to like it here."
"Shut up, no one cares if you like it here or not." i snarked back."Go get ready for dinner, you ahve chores to do."
Today, Master told me that He was considering releasing my extensive library of pictures and videos.
It is such a mixed and emotional rollercoaster when He says stuff like this. He knows exactly how to push my buttons and completely and totally dominate my life.
Do i want them released, not really. But, the fact that He holds them and controls me with them is such a huge fucking turn-on. That and the fact that i know He WILL do it if He so desires just makes my pussy stay wet constantly.
Someday, i know i am going to go shopping and everyone in the store will know what a nasty, filthy dirty slut i am. i will not even know they know it. SOOOO FUCKING HOT.
Back in the day, Master took hundreds of high-resolution photos of me doing nasty things. He has hundreds of hours of video of me performing. He is still ciounting just how much stuff He has. But i remember a time in which i was beign recorded in one way or another durign vast periods of the most intimate parts of my life. i have done it all; from showers, to massive interracial gangbangs to fisting to...well country stuff. From extreme whippings (one of my favorite things to experience) to dominating men, to pegging othe women. my life is a menagerie of sexual exploits and they are all recorded.
i am nervous about it, i am excited about it, i love it, i hate it. The emotional rollercoaster is the best part, I think. Not knowing if it will ever happen, not knowing if it has already happened, wondering if He will let me "work" my way out of it. Who knows. He owns me. He will do whatever He wants and i will remain His little plaything.
He started playing with my heart, then my body...now He plays with my mind.
In my early stages of subordination, Master John would put me on display for His friends and coleagues. Sometimes in lewd positions with other women. We were His human menagerie.
One particulary arousing memory was when three of us were put back to back on a huge table. Sitting up tall without leags spread and out hands down onthe table in front of our pusies. The only thing touoching the table was our asses, the bottoms of our feet and the very tips of our fingers. We were to sit motionless, nude, and in this position.
We often did this, but not for this long at a time.
Master added a new dimension to the menagerie this time, though. He dusted all around us with powdered sugar. This exposed every little fidget we mad as it disturbed to dusting of sugar. We were judged and "adjusted" for the indescretion of moving, even a tiny bit.
I had sat perfectly still for what seemed likehours. It probably wasn't, in reality, but such exercises make the tiem drag along. In any case, I found the longer I sat, the more aroused i got. I could feel the other girls adjsuting and squirming etc. But i was so incredibly turned on by the fat i wasa not to move, all i could do was ignore the pain and please Master.
My ass cheeks were burning, my knees ached, my lower back was screaming for motion. But i could not disobey. i sat longer and concentrated on being absolutely still like never before.
As the party rolled on someone had noticed i was clearly aroused. i could feel the juices steaing out of me, but it turnd out they were extremely evident because of the sugar alla round me. They flooded out and made a huge circle on the table, amplified by the sugar, and centered at my pussy. However, as the crowd gathered to see me sit in a state of arousal, i refised to move.
Teh comments rolled in about how still i was. Questions whirled around about waht Master was doing to make me so aroused. But it was jsut the control i had given Him. Nothing more.
The words I dreaded to hear eventually were utterred "can we touch her?"
Followed by the pain ful answer "Sure, feel free to play with her. She is yours for the night."
fingers and hands starded groping me. fingers easily slipped into my well-oiled cunt. but i remained ridgid.
Needless to say, i eventually broke and was used by everyone, for hours.
When it was all over, i climbed back to my perch, cum running out of every orifice, hair caked with cum, breast red from abuse, pussy lips swolen from constant abuse, cum caked on my face.
Master snapped a pictur, told me that i had moved entirely too much and punsihment would be dealt out tomorrow.
I am 1000% dedicated to Master John. No exceptions.
When people with a savior complex try to rescue me (and there have been a lot) I explain why I am so dedicated to this man.
Without Maste John, I would simply not be here. He rescued me from an extremely high-risk lifestyle of drugs and prostitution. I was hookign just to support my drug habit. I was not eating, drugs was all I ever thought about, it was all I ever wanted adn it was all I asked for in exchange for sex. MAster John saved me from all of that, so I owe him my life.
He cleaned me up, made sure I was healthy, fed, happy..and he fucked me a LOT. He helped me disconnect my emotions from drugs and gave me a new drug that was better for me...SEX! Lots and lots of intense addictive sex. Sex with anyone I wanted and in any number I wanted. He has enriched my life (which he saved) to an unimaginable degree.
For this reason, I am completely dedicated to him and WILL be his servant for the rest of my life. H often teases me about things he would do to me if it was legal. I can assure you, I am completely on board, Master John. I will do anything for you, no matter how extreme, no matter how dangerous and no matter if I live or die doing it.
It doesn’t matter how cute the girl is, or how sexy etc. It doesn’t matter how big the dick is or how rough the sex is...if the girl isn’t fucking a black man, I am just not interested in watching.
So, last night i had a very vivid and torrid dream. i was so horny when i woke up that i begged Master for some relief. He said He would need to hear every detail about why i was so incredibly horny.
i told Him about my dream. Man after man after man (all black of course) brutally raping my face and ass...and never touching my pussy. they would slap me so hard i would see stars (i adore a good black eye and busted lip) then they would pound my holes some more. again, never touching my pussy.
i don’t know why, but this just gets me so fucking hot...being used and abused and not getting off during the whole process.
If you watch some of this porn out there and you think you would NEVER do that....well...you are wrong.
Once that black cock bottoms you out and still have a white cock left to go...you WILL do anything for another taste of that meat. ...and i mean ANYTHING.
Once he hits your deepest parts...and you explode in the longest, deepest orgasm of your life, you WILL let his friends gangbang you.
When his massive girth stretches you wider than any man has before...you WILL give him your asshole, too.
When his relentless pounding makes you squirt clear across the room...you WILL give him a rim job.
the addiction is so strong, not only will you let him line up a football team at each of your holes...you will be looking forward to it.
Do yourself a favor and GO BLACK TODAY!
Reality
No matter how good a man treats you. The most important possession a woman has is her three holes. use them to get things, to apologize for things and to satisfy your urges.
This is what we say to our men. It is 100% true, too…or so we believe.
i believed it most of my life, but the truth hit be like a ton of bricks.
Size doesn’t matter one bit..until it does.
One day, when you get a monster black cock inside you, you will realize just how sad sex really was.
When your hole is about to split open and you haven’t even got to the thick part…when his slab of fuck steak is moving your organs around, and he is still less than half way in…when his girth is so enormous that every vein on his meat post lights your pussy up…when you have more cock in you than you have ever had before, and a full white guy is still outside your hole…when you explode in deep, gut wrenching, all-consuming, screaming, scratching, eye rolling back in you head, throbbing, squirting, mind-blowing, earth shattering, 5 minute long orgasms….dozens of times BEFORE he utterly glues your cunt closed with wad after wad after wad of thick, lumpy, scalding hot, jungle fuck juice…until hen, until you are willing to let 20 of his friends gang fuck all of your holes…until you crave the next time he splits you open…until you adore his boa so much you WANT it ramming deep into your throat…until you want that monster pounding into you more than you want to breath…until then…until THAT happens…size really doesn’t matter.
But, once it happens, size is ALL you think about.
Girls, do yourself the biggest solid you can ever do in life…GET BLACKED TODAY!!!
Written to fulfill a direct order form Master John
Rule #3 is stated as follows:
If it goes in your pussy, it will also go in your mouth and ass.
This sounds very simple and straight forward. The nice thing about these rules is that it takes all of the guessing and emotions out of it. It is a rule, and as a subordinate, i must follow that rule. It is that simple. i do not ask if it will fit in my ass or mouth, the fact that it fits in my pussy means that it will.
Over the years, this rule has been judged and discussed by me and Master dozens of times. The implications of this rule stretches further than you might think.
For instance, under the implications of this rule, if i put a dildo deep into my pussy, Master wisely assumes it will fit just as deep in my ass and throat.
This is the first judgement of Rule #3…an amendment, if you will.
This amendment Rule #3.1 has taken me places i dare not go otherwise. But sometimes, a girl just needs a giant inflatable dong shoved 18″ up her hooch. That happens. But later comes the consequences of my actions. Master enforcing Rule #3.1. A girl learns to control herself and pace herself with the big tools.
Another amendment is the most daunting one. Rule #3.2 states that Rule #3 implies consent of enforcement of Rule #3 and all amendments. This sounds complex, but it is really quite simple. If I fuck someone, they have an implied permission to use all of my holes, just as fervently as they use the others. IF they give it to me hard and deep in the baby maker, they can also give it to me hard and fast int he ass. and of course, The throat is no exception.
this amendment has created some challenges. if you think it hasn’t, next time you are taking a tube steak, imagine taking a fat one full-bore in your throat just as fast and deep as he is pounding your pussy. …and by the way, vomit is not an excuse to break the rule.
Amendment #3. Rule #3.3 states that all cummers will be told verbally about Rule #3 and all of its amendments. That is straight forward. i look them in the eyes and advise them that all of my holes are open for their use. Then I explain that my throat is fully available and that there is not any need to ask for permission or hold back. Then with a dead eye look, I tell them my throat and ass are just as durable as my pussy.
Then Rule #3.4 states that I must make it clear that i am willing and able to take it in all holes in any manner they wish.
Here is one of the scenes that made one of our more loyal members a
permanent member. She was a xxxx County judge when this happened.
We will cal her J. (not related to her real name at all)
J had been to the ranch with her girlfriend a few time as an observer.
Neither had been in contact with the group, just observing.
One of Js fantasies was to be sub-normal. She had lived a life of being
in total charge of everything. making rules, ordering people around,
being in total control of everything around her. After about 10 hours
of conversations with Master John, a plan was developed to fulfill her
biggest fantasy. Which is to be the exact opposite of what she was in
real life.
She wanted to NOT be in control of anything, NOT respected and NOT
treated as anything special. Humiliation was a particular kink of hers.
She was masked for obvious reason. But the fantasy was carried out to the Nth degree at her request.
On top of everything, she was absolutely gorgeous and had been all of her life.
She was equipped with blackout lenses (opaque contact lenses that render the wearer blind)
We paraded dozens of people around her as they stripped her and touched
her. The clencher was that they were pointing out every little flaw in
her body. every mole, every freckle. It started as a human auction,
but they started bidding at $1000. as the people inspected her, they
kept asking for discounts for every little flaw. They made fun of the
mask, stating things about having to wear a mask because it was worse
than her body, etc.
She held on.
Eventually the men started in on the fucking. Every hole, all of them
complained about how loose she was and how she smelled bad etc.
The auction ended with Master paying them to take her.
Then as everyone left, Master had us come in and clean up the mess. What
we were really doing is placing pictures of her all around the room, in
her judges robe etc. Banners about talking about "tonight's guest is
the Honorable xxxxx County Judge J" etc.
We eventually got around to "helping " her. She was tattered and torn
as about 25 men had pounded her, then the women started in on her.
fisted in both holes etc.
We cleaned her up and removed the blackout lenses. She had been blind
for several hours and she stood in the middle of a room, plastered with
her REAL identity. Of course, no one REALLY saw it, they were all gone
when we put it up. She absolutely FREAKED! crying and yelling etc.
Gonna sue us and gonna throw us all in prison. Then she collapsed in a
pile of crying sobbing goo in the middle of all the cum and trash and
torn clothes.
Master reminded her that everything was in writing and was recorded etc. (we do not record anything in reality)
After about an hour of yelling and screaming back and forth, Master told
her it was all part of the ruse. He then asked her if she truly felt
out of control when she saw all of that stuff.
She wound up spending the night. Drinking and telling us how fucking
awesome the scene was for her. The double whammy really knocked it out
of the park for her. She explained how realistic the last part was for
her and just how disastrous it felt to her mentally.
She routinely talks to us now. telling us about fantasies from the bench
(mainly gang rapes by gangs ran by defendants she puts away.) We have
arranged many special sessions for her and she helps protect us legally.
The first few days of sex-questration was a little too much for me. It am taking a break from the fetivities. I went through a particularly brutal and violent fantasy scene (not to worry, I love this shit) where I got a well-deserved black eye, a pair of bloddy lips, 3 cracked ribs and about 10 loads dumped in me.
So for the next few days I may just write in my blog and ignore the moans and writhig going on outside my room
Master John has decided to set the stage for an "End of the World ORGY!!!!
Once allowed in the compound, all 24x7s will be open access for 30 days. You can leave anytime you like, but you cannot return.
We will have scenes set to help you pass the time for the quarantine period.
We are working on the scenes as we speak. More to follow!
1. The Gate will be running full steam 24x7(for those that like the more violent side of sex)
2. I will be in zombie state for extended periods of time. (for those that want to tap some holes, but are too afraid to ask)
3. Stretchfest will be LOADED with toys, tools, and tourture devices. (it sure would be a shame to die without having experienced a massive dong in your honey-maker)
4. we have activated all of our machiner, inluding backups and spare parts. (we can wire you up, strap you in and turn off the lights while you just lay there and cum your brains out.)
5. Master is doubling the capacity of the blast showers. (we can now get clean, or get dirty, your choice) PS, I particularly love the built-in power-douche.
My very first public access was in a crab tied position.
It is very unique in that it allows you to be put in various positions for various access to various places while not allowing you adequate freedom to defend yourself.
All 3 holes are avaialble as well as your breasts.
for weeks and months, I begged Master John to take me and exploit just how slutty and subordinate I was.
I was a very tender 19 when he first bound me into a crab Tie and allowed a room full of men and women use me. My mouth was held open with retractors and I was carried into the room and presented to the group. A room full of old men and a few old women. For hours they fucked me in all of my holes, including my mouth and ass (not always in that order.
It sounds strange to some of you, but I do not have to be used by sexy people. it is the fact that I am helpless and feel so owned. I dare say being tied up and used by un-sexy people is just as big a turn on to me. In any case, that night I was routed and reemed by some pretty ugly, fat, gross old men. But I still think about it often...and slip my hand in my panties just to relive it a bit.
Another favorite position is the CFM or "come fuck me" postion.
my submissive nature prefers this position to be bound with ropes such that literally anyone can choose what they wnt to do to each hole.
I especially like to be blind folded, or have my blackout lenses in while i am used.
this ho;lds a special place in my heart since it was the position i took my first fisting in. I was bound and blind and to this day have no clue who reached into the deepest parts of my sole for the first time. I don't know if it was a man or a woman, fat or skinny, sexy or not.
For a bit of added control, i drool for the use of a forming bar. it forces my hips to be held in a vulgar tilt, just begging the men to line up to partake in my offerings
I thought of another reason i love this position. One time I was bound in CFM and Master was sharing me with a friend. Then after they finished with me, they picked me up, carried me into a room with a number of others and told them to have fun. I was blind at the time (blackout lenses) and have no idea who any of them were. But they worked on me for a long long time. I was sore all over and when my holes ran dry, they just slathered me up and kept using me.
I know Master probably never left the scene (He always protects us) but he said good-bye to the group and said he was going to supper.
I just love it when he so non-chalant about giving my holes away.
Master John has complete control over me. If He gives me to you as a play toy, there is no reason to ask me for permission for anything. He owns all of me and i am but a vessel for your fantasies.
Be as rough as you want. Go as deep as you want. Make penetration as fast as you want. Useny hole that you want. Use me as much as you want, for as long as you want. Invite friends if you want.
To insure you understand my meaning:
If you want to see what its like to dry-fuck an asshole. Feel free to punish mine.
If you want to feel me gag while you hold my head fully engaged on your cock, feel frre to do it.
If you want to see what it feels like to ram your fist into a cunt until I scream in pain, I am yours.
Pull my hair, slap my face or see just how many times I can be fucked in the ass. It is my duty to comply.
I feel so powerless as two men literally "handle" me, lift me and stuff me, all with gravity helping them and fighting me.
I am powerless to controll the depth or speed of penetration. All I can do is hold on to one guy's neck while him and his partner see just how hard and fast I can take them both.
If both men are the same height, a simple tilt of my pelvis exposes both of my holes to hilt-depth penetrations
If I tilt a lot, i can take both in my vagigi for a truly full-filling experience.
But, my favorite part of this position is how vulgar the cum sounds when it hits the floor.
Through the years, daddy had me scared to step out of line. I could hear the ass beating he gave to my sisters when they screwed up. I walked a straight and narrow path until my teens. But then, one day, I stepped in a mud puddle coming out of church. I was scolded horribly, in the parking lot. I bawled all the way home, because i got the dreaded "we will discuss this at home" speech. My very first paddling.
I was sick to my stomache by the time we got home. I was told to assume the position. head into the seat of the chair in the cloet (set aside for just this occasion. My anguish grew as daddy pulled the dress up and over me head, exposing my thin white panties. He told me that this hurt him worse than it hurt me. He told me to count mypunishment out for him. I often head the counting through the sobs of my sisters, but never knew why.
It took an eternity for the first lick to strike my tender ass cheeks. It stung like fire. So much so that i forgot to count. the second lick landed, but i was still in shock from the first. Then the third, then the fourth...by the fifth lick, I had finally mannaged to yell out "FIVE!"
But daddy corrected me..."ZERO!" "If you don't count, the lick doesn't count"
Another landed and I yelled out "ONE!"
By the time I had taken my 10 licks, I had a warm tingly feeling over all of the parts that Southern Baptist girl never talk about. Daddy sent me to my room, in the waiting arms of my sisters
They asked me questions about thing I never thought of before. They inspected my panties and confirmed that my punishment was infact NOT a punishment at all. That night, they taught me all the things girl needs to know in life. They taught me what was leaking from my privates, they taught me about boys parts, and most importantly, hey taught me how to masterbate...which we did together A LOT.
It took about a week for the bruises on my ass to calm down nough to sit comfortably. I was not a very good girl after that. I required corporal punishment regularly, and I flipped my own switch dozens of times a day throughout my teen years.
