I will tell you about my BDSM session of November 13, 2020. I had the right to the total! Positions impossible to bear, with the icing on the cake, a great sm gag to keep my mouth wide open. I was treated like a bitch and I had the right to a nice correction with a swift.
BDSM session: banish insolence
Before this BDSM session, I decided to prepare a good meal for My Master, I love to make him happy, it is in my nature. It’s simple, after the end-of-year celebrations, and the daily grind, we haven’t had the opportunity to meet again. This BDSM session is going to be awesome I can tell. I receive it in a very simple way, that is to say in the simplest device, just stiletto heels with red soles and my fishnet stockings, I set the tone for this beautiful BDSM session. I missed him so much that I already wet at the idea of what he prepared for me. We have a large suitcase where we store our usual BDSM accessories, and as soon as he sees me in this outfit, he can’t help but go to the bedroom to get some. During this time, I, the submissive, I knelt down, I see him come back with handcuffs that he puts on my wrists and firmly attaches my arms to my back. It’s an invitation to foreplay, where I expect everything and nothing at the same time, I really love those moments when I wonder what crazy idea will come through his head. What will he have in store for me tonight? Mixture of pure psychic and physical excitations which awaken my whole body. I am at his service, and as he sees that I am starting to seriously arouse me he puts my favorite blindfold on me so that I do not perceive anything more of what he is going to do to me during this BDSM session.
He left me in this position for a long time, is this the beginning of an ordeal, does he want to judge my resistance? I start to wobble, my knees no longer hold me. But he obviously does not care, I feel that he is observing me, I have the impression that he feels me, that he brushes me, he brushes me, and my nipples stand up because I don’t know with what object of torture he touches them. It must make him hard to see me like this, I’m sure. I’m trying to find out more, but he orders me to shut up, and if he wants me to stay in this position for five hours, he will, it’s his thing to hurt me. I feel like I pissed him off and I blame myself. I try to concentrate on coping with this pressure which is becoming less and less sustainable. It’s an art, to please My Master, because I know he is demanding, and very little patient, so I will make sure to relax myself because the BDSM session is far from over. His favorite phrase: Your mind is stronger than your body bitch!
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BDSM session: I must be humiliated
He looks like he wants to get away from me, and I hear him rummage through our secret suitcase. I am passing a sm gag which forces me to keep my mouth wide open is a mouth retractor which prevents me from closing my jaw. . What a humiliation, I am at his mercy, I feel like I am his slave for this BDSM session. This gag makes me drool and I feel my saliva running down my chin. He knows what he’s doing, and tightens the bonds of this object well for me to drool even more. Will I hold out harnessed this way, it’s horrible!
He insults me by telling me to let this saliva flow, it makes him think of my wet, he wants to assess my resistance to pain. All of this is psychological, luckily over time, I got into the habit of abandoning myself and resisting his torments better. I do so I have no choice, I know that My Master likes it that I drool through this mouth which serves as an orifice to empty himself. He inserts into my mouth, through the gaping hole of the gag, a large flexible dildo, it does not fit well, he takes pleasure in pushing it down my throat, my mouth is dripping more and more, I will be ready when he decides to force-feed me with his big cock. My mouth is offered, this slime goes down my neck, my breasts. A heat invades me, I wet like a bitch, it is not possible, it is so good to be humiliated in this way by My Master. I feel a certain sensitivity that I haven’t felt for a long time. I like this abuse, gradually, I manage to relax and I manage to enjoy I am so good.
The BDSM session that My Master imagined is not going to end so easily. I hear him go back to the bedroom and a few seconds or minutes later he comes back right next to me. Without warning me, he hangs me nipple clamps with weights on the nipples. These weights weigh them down a bit, I had gotten used to this pain before when I was younger with clothespins, of course it wasn’t the same, but it had prepared me well. The weights are swaying, and that is very unpleasant, but I take it, I don’t want to disappoint him again, anyway, I have no choice, I can’t see anything, I can’t scream and I am always in an awkward position! Resist, resist, that is my motto.
He finally asks me to get up, my knees hurt terribly, my hands are still tied behind my back, I make sure not to fall with my stiletto heels, I have ants all over my ankles and calves. He leaves me there like a slave, I understand that it’s just the start of our BDSM session, he hasn’t finished with me yet. I find him particularly sadistic tonight, this BDSM session is painful. Regardless, the pain will pass, despite my paralyzed muscles, I know tonight I am his object, his trail, his submissive. He finally removes the nipple clamps from my burning nipples, very sharply, barely loosening them. I moan a little, this pain was intense and furtive, it will pass very quickly. Hardly my breath caught, here he positions me again the nipple clamps, and as he likes to make me languish, he begins to caress me while pulling on the chain of the nipple clamps. I feel like this BDSM session isn’t over yet. Will I hold on, I doubt my abilities. I am a very strong submissive, I control myself with positive thinking but this BDSM session is very long. Amateur abstain, these BDSM parties are not for you.
I want him to take care of my pussy a little, my wet is present, because it flows more and more down my legs. Again, he removes the weights from my nipples, violently, and there I try to scream, but it’s a little howl that emerges from my dry throat. It’s horrible, it’s too painful, I shiver with pleasure, I’m masochistic and the pain makes me come. I am in pain, I am tortured, but whatever, I am in control of the pain. He walks me to a chair, where he obviously put a big suction cup dildo, which I know well having already tried it, I love this dildo, I introduce myself, without hesitation, and I make myself cum like a bitch in heat.
I take this beautiful gift and go wild without the slightest discomfort on this big dildo. The enjoyment is near, and while I was thinking about it, he shoves his cock in my mouth and kisses her hard and deeply. Forcing me to drool even more, as if it were my sex. I feel his member swell and beat, I think he will offer me his juice at the back of the throat but it is only at the beginning. The BDSM session is not over yet.
BDSM session: I won’t hold back my tears
He asks me to follow him to our room, I reach for the bed, with his hand, he brushes my buttocks. I’m all exhilarated, he asks me to face the headboard, my hands are still tied up. He’s gonna beat me, I’m sure, with a swift sm that he will have found in our suitcase, it is a swift whip which has large, very wide, leather straps. I am going to feel this pain, the first violent blow is given. The first is always very bad, it is the hardest to take, I try to concentrate as well as possible and find a certain serenity. I have the impression that my body is receiving an electric shock as the pain is intense. My Master is very excited, I feel he gets off by whipping me in this way, I put myself in his place. My body is a real pressure cooker in turmoil, I must be red to the blood, it persists in hitting me in the same place. He hits faster and harder. It burns me more and more, he wants to reach nirvana, he wants to see how far I can hold it, this BDSM session is very special and wild. At first I wanted to count the number of hits he gave me, but after my thirties I stopped because I was too tired to concentrate. I can’t really take it anymore I’m exhausted, my tears flow and soak my blindfold, then run down my face. I can no longer do it, and he still sadistic takes the opportunity to switch me forward, so that I present my asshole to him to sodomize me violently. This sodomy was very animal, even bestial, and brutal at the same time. This is what being his submissive, his bitch, his slut on duty. I feel his big hard cock pushing harder and harder in my anus, I gasped. I enjoy like a bitch, he smashes me, he ejaculates in my buttocks and withdraws to spray my back, and buttocks with his sperm.
He then strokes me with his swift, I am exhausted by this BDSM session. This evening I accomplished my mission as a submissive and slutty woman. It is very late, we will be able to spend our late evening enjoying my meal that I had prepared with all my love, I am happy, and so happy to please My Master. I think tonight, after this BDSM session, I’m going to sleep well.
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