Sex slave
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smallpenisbou
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Hello
Would love to pin you against the wall, toy with your breasts and pussy until your legs buckle, fondling and fingering, until ravaging you senseless, held between my body and the wall as I pound inside you.
I would begin by stripping you naked and anchoring your ankles, legs spread, to the hard bare floor. Your arms would be secured at the wrists from above exposing you complete to not just my eye but anyone I chose to make you a spectacle for. Next would follow a very thorough inspection, an invasive inspection of all of your body orifices that would be a wet dream for a sadistic TSA agent. After inspection I'd introduce you to all manner of degradations including stretching your holes until you beg for mercy, followed by merciless teasing, taking you closer and closer to the edge of your limits, all the while recording your evert whimper for later sharing and amusement. Afterward, when your legs buckle from the intensity, I'd amplify your voice so every cry, every whimper and moan, every word you utter in begging for release is carried loudly to anyone passing by the open windows.
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Im not very creative, would just pound on that pussy.
I will tell you in detail if you pm me
Please do this sir
I insert a cold steel speculum inside of you spreading you wide, your cervix bared to my scrutiny under the harsh beam of a penlight. The sight of you—stretched, exposed, trembling—fuels the fire in me, and I can’t resist pushing you further. The recorder hums steadily, immortalizing every sound, every twitch, while the amplifier on your collar waits to broadcast your breaking point to the world outside.
I pick up a thick, flesh colored vibrator and press it against your clit, inflaming your pussy which is spread wide by the penetrating speculum. The stretch is obscene, deliberate, and I watch your body strain against the invasion, your thighs quivering as you fight to hold yourself together. I don’t rush—I savor it, inching it deeper, filling you beyond what you thought you could endure. Your head lolls back, sweat dripping down your neck, and then I hear it: not a scream, not a song, but a raw, broken whimper.
“Please…” Your voice cracks through the amplifier, shaky and desperate, echoing in the room and spilling out the open window. “Plesse, please use me… fully.” The words hit me like a drug, igniting something feral in my grin as I lean in close, my lips brushing your ear.
“Oh, you want that, do you?” I growl, my tone thick with mockery and hunger. “You’re begging for it now—how pathetic. But I’ll give you what you want, since you’re so eager to be ruined.” I twist the toy, grinding it deeper, making sure you feel every inch as it presses against the speculum’s unyielding frame. Your whimper turns into a stuttering moan, amplified and raw, a sound that’s all surrender and need.
I step back just enough to take you in—your body a wreck, legs buckling under the strain, wrists chafing against the bindings above. The speculum holds you open, the toy fills you, and I’m not done. I grab a second small vibrator from the table, its hum cutting through the air as I switch it on. “Let’s see how much you can really take,” I say, pressing it against your rosy pucker, right when the pressure’s already unbearable. Your whole body jolts, a fresh whimper tearing from your throat, louder now with the amplifier, a plea wrapped in a cry. I drive the vibrator deep into your ass.
“Use me,” you gasp again, barely coherent, and I laugh—a low, cruel sound—as I crank the speculum one notch wider, stretching you to the brink. The toy plunges deeper, the vibrator buzzes relentlessly against your exposed cervix, and I watch you unravel, your whimpers turning into a chorus of desperation. “That’s it,” I taunt, my hand gripping your chin to force your glassy eyes to meet mine. “Whimper for me. Beg me to break you completely.”
I don’t let up. I work the toys in and out, slow then fast, syncing it with the vibrator’s pulsing rhythms until your legs give out entirely, leaving you hanging by your wrists. The recorder catches every wet sound, every amplified plea, and I know this moment—your total submission, your body and voice begging for me to use you fully—will be mine to replay whenever I want. “You’re nothing but property now,” I murmur, leaning in to taste the salt of your tears. “And I’m going to use every last piece of you firms pleasure."
I pick up a thick, flesh colored vibrator and press it against your clit, inflaming your pussy which is spread wide by the penetrating speculum. The stretch is obscene, deliberate, and I watch your body strain against the invasion, your thighs quivering as you fight to hold yourself together. I don’t rush—I savor it, inching it deeper, filling you beyond what you thought you could endure. Your head lolls back, sweat dripping down your neck, and then I hear it: not a scream, not a song, but a raw, broken whimper.
“Please…” Your voice cracks through the amplifier, shaky and desperate, echoing in the room and spilling out the open window. “Plesse, please use me… fully.” The words hit me like a drug, igniting something feral in my grin as I lean in close, my lips brushing your ear.
“Oh, you want that, do you?” I growl, my tone thick with mockery and hunger. “You’re begging for it now—how pathetic. But I’ll give you what you want, since you’re so eager to be ruined.” I twist the toy, grinding it deeper, making sure you feel every inch as it presses against the speculum’s unyielding frame. Your whimper turns into a stuttering moan, amplified and raw, a sound that’s all surrender and need.
I step back just enough to take you in—your body a wreck, legs buckling under the strain, wrists chafing against the bindings above. The speculum holds you open, the toy fills you, and I’m not done. I grab a second small vibrator from the table, its hum cutting through the air as I switch it on. “Let’s see how much you can really take,” I say, pressing it against your rosy pucker, right when the pressure’s already unbearable. Your whole body jolts, a fresh whimper tearing from your throat, louder now with the amplifier, a plea wrapped in a cry. I drive the vibrator deep into your ass.
“Use me,” you gasp again, barely coherent, and I laugh—a low, cruel sound—as I crank the speculum one notch wider, stretching you to the brink. The toy plunges deeper, the vibrator buzzes relentlessly against your exposed cervix, and I watch you unravel, your whimpers turning into a chorus of desperation. “That’s it,” I taunt, my hand gripping your chin to force your glassy eyes to meet mine. “Whimper for me. Beg me to break you completely.”
I don’t let up. I work the toys in and out, slow then fast, syncing it with the vibrator’s pulsing rhythms until your legs give out entirely, leaving you hanging by your wrists. The recorder catches every wet sound, every amplified plea, and I know this moment—your total submission, your body and voice begging for me to use you fully—will be mine to replay whenever I want. “You’re nothing but property now,” I murmur, leaning in to taste the salt of your tears. “And I’m going to use every last piece of you firms pleasure."
Yes . I will lots of dirty details in pm