He had a plan for me!

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He had a plan for me!After more than four hours of near constant penetration with his brutally large cock or an equally sadistic dildo my face was a wreck of tear streaked mascara, cum and copious amounts of that thick, frothy saliva that only a real throat fucking can produce. The ropes Steven had tied my arms behind me with had settled deeply into the folds of flesh around my wrists and as the hours went by the slow but constant restriction of circulation rendered my hands cold and almost completely numb. Noticing them he sneered, not quite my favorite shade of purple yet bitch, as he pulled me to my feet by the belt he had wrapped around my neck. Get your ass over here he barked as he tugged on the end of the belt. I could barely keep pace on my oxygen starved rubber legs and the six inch heels strapped to my feet! He all but dragged me in front of the full length dressing mirror on the hotel wall and forced me to my knees facing the looking glass. He saddled up behind me, his right fist wrapped in the excess length of makeshift noose that extended from my neck, and he pulled it tight then pulled my helpless body back against his with his left hand. I was beginning to become light headed and having difficulty focusing clearly on the image in front of me when he suddenly relaxed his grip on the belt and in a tone I would have obeyed regardless of my bonds he simply told me, look at yourself.Catching my breath I was slowly able to focus on the picture ahead. In it I saw the face of the submissive whore I claimed I was when güvenilir bahis siteleri I posted my profile two weeks prior. A woman I thought I could be one day, maybe, but talking a big game online was easy. This pain and abuse was real and the degradation was almost unbearable. And yet, I never once thought about asking him to stop. I had to know how it ended. I had to know who I really was. I bet you like what you see, don’t you, cunt? Steven asked the question as if he were quite sure of the answer. And the truth is, he was right. He then laid his fat dick across the top of my head and laughed. You know how I know that, Steven asked? I stayed silent and shook my head. Because that’s the face of a natural born masochist slut. You’re not looking at a woman checking off a bucket list item, bitch. You’re looking at your fucking future! You’re finally fulfilling your purpose in life sweetheart. I know what your old body says you were. I know what society fooled you into believing. But those days are over, bitch. You don’t just need to be a woman. You were born to serve and suffer for the pleasure of men and we both know it! I started to comment but the words were literally choked out of me as the belt suddenly tightened again so that the man behind me in the mirror began to fade into a blur once more. I must have staggered to my feet somehow or maybe he dragged me for real this time but when my head cleared from that half asleep, half awake neverland I found myself positioned under the overhead clothes hanging tipobet giriş and luggage rack several feet from the mirror. I was back on my knees and he was pulling my arms up as high as he could get them. For a minute I wasn’t sure he’d stop before pulling me off the floor but thankfully I remained kneeling!Like so many of the thing that had happened already that evening I had always fantasized about being strappado bound like this. And like so many of the things that had happened already that evening the reality of it was uncomfortable and made me feel both insanely vulnerable and insanely excited. Now then, bitch, where were we? His dick, now half hard again, pushed it’s way past my gag reflex and stopped. He held his cock in my throat as it began to swell and stiffen. My body tried to force the unmerciful invader back out the way it came but he held my head firm as I tried desperately to find air. I wanted to push him away but my arms hung on the end of a rope dangling uselessly behind me. I tried to stand but he forced me back down to my knees and finally pulled that iron throat plug out and rubbed it all over my face. I love to watch a slut struggle to breathe, he said, with a big fucking grin on his face.But you know what else I like? I like women who understand that whatever comes from a man’s cock must be swallowed. He grabbed the end of the belt that still hung from around my neck and looked me in the eye. Then he asked, do you remember the woman’s face you saw in the mirror? I nodded yes. What would tipobet güvenilir mi that woman do if her man had to pee and he didn’t want to get off the couch? He pulled the belt tighter and lightly slapped my face. Well, what would she do, bitch? Yeah, you know what she’d do. So the question you have to ask yourself is are you really that woman in the mirror or are you just another big talking internet tranny slut wannabe?!Looking back over the years I realize that was one of the few times Steven had ever given me a choice. And more than twenty years later I can still remember the taste of his hot tea flooding my mouth and me forcing myself to swallow it down like the woman in the mirror wanted to do. She was eager. She was born for that life. She was made for the pleasure of men. And she was, until that night, a big talking tranny slut wannabe. Are you ready, babe? Steven asked me as we were about to leave for an evening of dinner and a Broadway show. Almost, I touched up my lipstick and admired myself in the mirror for a moment longer. After all this time I still can’t quite believe I get to live as the woman I always dreamed I could be. My Calvin dress fit perfectly on a body created for one purpose, pleasing men. My Louboutin stilettos clicked along in the easy and graceful stride of a woman who wears nothing but heels. My jewelry exquisite and my appearance devastating. And yet while I’m his lady I’m also still his whore and property. After we had finished dinner and we were in the car driving to the show venue he said he’d had too much to drink at dinner and would need to go before we went inside. I was checking my makeup at the time and smiled because the woman in the mirror knew exactly what she should do! You never spill a drop, do you babe? I just smiled a put my lips back on.

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