– You look like a whore. Do you like to go out like that?
“Yes,” she answered with a voice cracked with desire. Because I went down to the purchase with a jean shorts, a large T-shirt that shows almost my entire torso on the sides, and underneath a floss bikini that I bought in Rio and it barely covers my nipples. Wearing a chinstrap, going with my face covered as if I were at a carnival party, with sunglasses and a baseball player’s cap, that they only see my body excites me, and excites the men that I meet on my walks, I gets very horny.
– A bitch, you seem so- Lalo tells me with a tone of male, master and husband.
-A vicious bitch- she answered delivered.
I go to the bedroom, wagging my tail like a dog looking for wicked games.
– A bad girl, that’s what you are.
– A vicious little whore.
And I reach out my hands for him to handcuff me. I have been writing a story of domination, during the writing time you have to imagine it and that has had me very horny. Taking out the exhibitionist whore that I am, puts me in heat, when I notice the desire to fuck me in the eyes of the males. I need rough sex.
She takes me handcuffed to the bathroom. She places me under the ring of the roof, we use it for exercise or as now for wicked games. He passes a rope through the handcuffs and then through the ring, makes me stretch, I stand with my arms raised in front of the mirror. She takes off my shorts and thong, then my little bodice. And she leaves.
I see myself in the mirror, only covered by my shirt, which because of the position that I am hanging, covers up to the beginning of the mons pubis leaving my shaved pussy in view. The face covered by the mask, wearing the NY cap that collects my hair. I don’t know what he’s going to do to me and the intrigue, knowing me in his hands, that he can do whatever he wants with me, turns me on a lot.
In the mirror I see the male who enters, he wears a white tunic striped with golden threads, the most impressive thing is the mask: A black bull’s head that reveals the eyes and the lower part of the mouth with the bearded chin. I realize that he is recording the session. He does it for a co-worker of his. We couples in Madrid coincide and the pandemic has left us with the fantasy of a reunion. We have made some porn shorts together, always with masks, to maintain and increase the desire for an exchange.
He wets my shirt making it stick to me like a second skin and my hard, big nipples are marked under the cotton. I realize that I must write how I met Franco and Agnes.
– Bitch, you act like a very cheeky whore. Do you know what I’m going to do?
– Yes, punish me for vicious. I deserve it.
I issue a AAAAHHH promise of masoch willing to enjoy.
He puts clasps on my erect nipples. I think we have all tried to use the clothespins to hang the clothes on the nipples, it is a mixture of pain and pleasure, that with the soaked shirt the former is mitigated and the latter stays longer. I feel like it because I want to be hit hard.
– AAAYYY! They squeeze me a lot – I whisper with a mixture of surrender and vice. I stretch to show off my body more, in the position that I am, my boobs stand tall, almost like a busty teenager. I know what they are going to do to me next, which is why I shudder with lust when the masked man shows me the whip that he is going to use. It has short strips, many and a fat handle. When they whip you with it, it hurts a bit, but mostly it stings and leaves your meat burning.
He stands behind me and I feel the first lash on my buttocks, strong enough for me to start feeling the taste of punishment. Go on, the beats bear the rhythm of some song that you must sing in your mind. I moan joyfully, mixing AAAYYYY and AAAHHH. When it stops, my ass is on fire.
He places himself in front of me, I see his eyes in the mask, vice and control come together, an explosive mixture for a submissive dog like me.
He removes the clasps from my nipples, the feeling that invades me makes me heave a huge sigh, it is the pleasure of suddenly leaving a pain, not terrible but annoying and continuous. He places the shirt between my two tits that are naked, in view. I have hard, erect nipples, dilated areolas, gray-brown stands out on the tan of my breasts. Every day I take some time in the naked sun when the sun comes into the living room.
He sucks his index finger and plays with my nipples, I feel the moisture from his saliva. The fat shaft of the whip runs over the mound of Venus, it is as if a hard cock were stroking the pad. While he sucks my tits, he licks them, he tastes them, he touches my mask. I feel used, at the service of their desires, which I notice dirty, possessive, evil. It scares me and I like it.
“I want to be more of a whore than Agnes.” I whisper to her so she won’t be heard on the recording.
– Kitten, the most whore and bitch is always you. -He has changed his voice to make me enter more into a character that should be in his mind and that I want to live in mine.
A vicious stranger who is going to submit and punish me enjoying my body, that he can do whatever he wants with me and I can only suffer and enjoy.
– Yes my lord. I am your bitch.
She stands behind me, rubbing her hard cock against my buttocks and rubbing my tits. He does it stroking, squeezing. She concentrates on the nipples, takes them between the forefinger and the thumb and presses them, twists them, it hurts and I like it.
– AAAAHHHH! – The groan comes out of a surrendered female.
I think I know what’s next, but she leaves. She leaves me to see me and warm me when she sees me. I think it happens to all of us, when we look at ourselves in a mirror doing erotic or porn things. We get hornier. And being so devoted, such a toy of her desires, makes me even more.
I get scared when she comes back. In her hand he carries a riding crop. The whip hurts and I only accept that I use it when I wear a corset that mitigates the spanking, it has a lining that prevents it from cutting your skin, it only leaves the pink marks on you for a long time .. Now I only wear the wet shirt and the baseball cap, I look into his eyes and see that he wants me to know that I am his, his toy, his female, his whore, his bitch.
I take a deep breath and beg you:
– Please, the whip… no.
– Bitch … What a whore you are! – says my male, who knows me well.
With the tip of the whip he runs over my breasts, stops and plays with my nipples. He uses the whip as if it were the index of a hand. My nipples get harder, more erect, more anxious, they are so sensitive that the current reaches my shell and I am about to come. He takes my cap off, lets go of my hair, which reaches below my shoulders. As he does so he clings to me and I feel his hard cock under his tunic. Lick my face. I know the punishment will begin.
He raises the whip and WHAM! , the first scourge.
– AAHHH!
He gives me 5 whips in the back, they hurt and I mutter AAAAHHH him every time he hits me. He goes to the thighs, another 5 lashes. I have gone from AAAHHH to UUUHHH. Stop, my buttocks fearfully await the whip. There are 10, in which I mix the pain and evil pleasure of being possessed and used, of being the bitch of a powerful male.
He stands before me. Smile wickedly. And he whips my breasts, he knows how to do it. I squeal softly. Only 4 strokes. Less strong than in the ass, I have very sensitive tits and erect and worked nipples for vice, they would not take any more punishment. He drives me crazy how he dominates me, how he takes my darkest desires out of me.
-Bitch! … he spreads his legs.
I obey, submissive. And he plays with the whip to give me, from bottom to top in my shell, it’s just 6 touches, but I can’t take it anymore. My clitoris, excited, with the command strokes, has triggered the order.
– AAAAAYYYY! … AAAAAYYYY !. – I let go as I start to come, unable to contain myself.
My owner loosens the tie and I stay, handcuffed, on all fours on the ground, cumming with pleasure. The bull stands in the back, pulls up his tunic, his cock is hard, big, ready, my dark door fills me with saliva, places the cocoon in my sphincter and pushes his cock into my ass. He assfucks me wild, strong, deep inside and almost outside, very slow at first, fast when he notices that I have been in a long orgasm for a while. He takes it out and I feel the milk spilling on my buttocks.
He turns off the bathroom light, we are in the dark, I think he has stopped recording. He takes off my chinstrap, turns me around and kisses me cuddly.
– What a movie you’ve made, Orson Wells!
– Kitten, the important thing is the actress. she-she tells me smiling while she kisses me.
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