Sometimes I am a submissive in my bdsm sex stories.
I love when I get to flip roles and own a slave for my bdsm sex stories. After a long day of ballet practice Saturday, I was quite exhausted. We had been there all Saturday for a mock rehearsal of The Nutcracker. I just wanted to come home to my live-in slave and get a nice foot massage. I was taxed from the director shouting at us and having us redo scenes over and over.
Maybe I would take it out on my slave a bit. That would certainly make me feel better. I come home and I am a tad bit early. I am sad to see that my eager slave isn’t kneeling at the entrance of the door for me so that he can take my slippers off for me. What was that little bi cuckold up to?
Opening the door to my room, I find my slave with his hands full of my panties. Even worse, I see that he is wearing a pair and stretching it out. Oh, now he was going to get it. He kept apologizing and begging for forgiveness. I told him to bend over the chair. I fastened his hands and feet to the legs of the chair and then rummaged through my drawer of sex toys.
Then, I slid my strap-on over my legs and fastened it.
I spread his scared little ass cheeks and rested the head right against his puckered little hole. Time for some forced sex. This was my big strap-on. The one that we normally didn’t use for our anal sex because it was TOO big. I tilted my body so that the full weight of my body started to ease the cock down into him. Then I pulled all the way out and pushed all the way back in. His red little hole quivered.
After doing this until he was nice and stretched, I gave him a nice hard fucking like the little bitch he was. Slamming into his asshole, I knew that he was not going to be touching my panties for a while. Feel like a little humiliation phonesex? Read more of my blogs!
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