One daddy I had kept poking me one night and I told him I was to tired and gave him some attitude, he then pinned me down, pulled down my pants and stuck his dick in me all the way dry, he didn’t fuck me but left it in me, I felt his cock pulsing and I begged him that it was to much and couldn’t take it right then, before I finished my sentence tho he covered my mouth and whispered that it wasn’t my choice, you gotta learn your place in life. He then spent the next 2 hours teaching me my place in life while i constantly apologized for trying to step out of my place. He everytime he would cum he would switch between my mouth and ass until I finally broke down and let him have me. Some people are born to use and some are born be used. That night I learned my place
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That is what I want. No matter how much I beg and cry, use me for your pleasure until you are done. Smack me harder if I protest.
This is why I love bondage. I can complain all I want but I’m not getting away from it. It turns me on more when they get aggressive and rough when the feeling is too intense for me. Especially when they tell me to shut up and gag me with a piece of clothing or whatever is nearby. Then they wrap they’re arms and legs around me and continue.