This session was rough. I couldn't believe how sore I was when he finally let me go. The last time my Master had me in his grip, I left tired and weak, weary from all the orgasms he made me have. I've never begged for so much cock before. This time I couldn't scream at all. If his dick was in my mouth, it was deep down my throat. If he was pounding my pussy in, he would pop the ball gag in my mouth or stretch my mouth open with his hands. That was my favorite part. All I could really do is endure it all and enjoy. My arms were tied behind my back, my legs trembling from being kept in his lair all night, waiting for him to use me. He took me from behind, making me take it like a bitch in heat. He'd slam me on the ground and threw me into whatever position he wanted. I loved when he made me sit on his cock, taking every inch down to his balls, and ride him like the stud he is. He kept plunging his dick into me further, spit oozing from my mouth, cream dripping from my pussy. I love it when he does this to me. Why? This isn't normal. Is it? Honestly, I don't even question it when he cums on my face. Maybe that's why I love it so much.
July 1, 2015
I woke up on the bare bed again, my wrists tied behind my back with tight leather cuffs. My legs were restrained as well. I wasn't going anywhere. Master came in. I heard his footsteps. Hearing him approach got my pussy so wet. I was excited to take his cock, prove that I'm a good slave and need no further training. He slaps me around before making me take his cock deep down my throat, smears my spit all over my face and torments me with more gagging. He threw me all around the bed with such ease. I love being manhandled, covered in spit and pussy and mouth sore from so much cock. The more I moan, the rougher he gets with me. I get scared sometimes he might do something more than he does, something I really can't handle. That's why I shut up but tempted to talk back again. I think he likes it. He gives me a huge steamy load of his sweet man juice every time I rile him up and take his punishing cock. I know I please my Master.
June 24, 2015
I wanted more of my Master and his merciless disgrace. That's exactly what I got. This time around he tied me to a crate, on my knees and hands, easy for my mouth and pussy to be pounded in. That's exactly what he did. He took turns using his dick in my throat and pussy, raising me right back up every time I fall in exhaustion. I've never been put to work so long and aggressively. He likes to hear me moan and scream, his huge tool the cause of all the racket. He loves to yank on my long hair, using it to pull me back deeper on his erect meat, spanking my ass, training me to back it up myself. The entire time I was hoping he'd cum on me this time. I deserve cum this time.
June 17, 2015
My Master ceases to surprise me. This session I woke up on a bare bed, ropes hugging my legs bent, my ponytail and wrists tied to the top of the bed. I tried to getaway but he knows how to keep me bound in place for whatever he desires. No matter how much trash I talk to him, he pushes me down, slaps me around and punishes me with his throbbing cock. The only times I was still is when I was servicing his dick. He threw me all around the bed to do so with such ease. I must admit. I love being manhandled, covered in spit and pussy and mouth sore from so much cock. I wonder if he treats his other sex slaves the same. It seems like he puts me through his disgrace rougher than the rest. I'm not sure if I can endure his pleasures anymore.
June 10, 2015
I did not deserve sexual disgrace. But he managed to get me in his dungeon for his perverted use. I didn't want to crack but he was so rough and persistent with his huge dick. I've never seen one that big. He kept jamming it deep down my throat, my hair grasped tight in his hands for easy maneuvering of my head. If my hands weren't belted to a rod, I'd fight my way out of there. It would be the only way for him to fuck me the way he did. I'm too tight for a cock like his. I could feel my pussy stretch. Luckily nothing ripped down there. .
June 3, 2015
I've earned the reputation of a talented deep throat-er from my time chatting online. I've been dared to find some of the biggest dildos and swallow them whole, gladly showing off when I succeed. Maybe that's why he found me and bound me to a post in his dungeon. He left me in the perfect position for what he had in mind: on my knees, my arms pulled back to the post. He wanted to test how well I can actually deep throat a horse dick like his. He wasted no time, shoving his dick all the way down my throat to his balls. All he wanted to hear was me gagging on his thick shaft. I did like all the slobber that fell from my mouth. I didn't make it easy for him. I just wanted him to keep trying. I loved feeling his dick expanding my throat. He must have been impressed because he propped me up, blindfolded me and fucked me from behind. I enjoyed his cock in my pussy much better, especially when he grabbed my head and used it to bounce me on his throbbing manhood. He made me tell him how much I loved it. He even made me beg for more disgrace. I was actually being honest.
May 27, 2015
It's been awhile since I've seen my Master's face, felt his rough touch on my skin. I thought he forgot about me. I'm sure he's plenty busy with his other sex slaves. I must admit I think about him all the time, hoping to look up at him while he uses my throat with his massive cock. I love taking his hung meat deep down my throat. My gag reflex gets better and better. I'm sure I could take his dick down my throat for hours. He tested that. He even hooked up a fucking machine for my pussy. He loves playing with the speed dial, letting it go slow and smooth, hiking up the speed to 20mph, ramming my pussy in. I couldn't focus with his cock excavating my throat. I guess I have to work on my gag reflex more.
May 20, 2015
I don't know what he wanted from me. I'm sure I never met him before. But he brought me to his dungeon, bent me over and tied me to an arm rack, belts keeping me in place. I was vulnerable to any desperate sick guy, like my new Master. I didn't see when he came in. His touch from behind startled me. His first dip into my twat made me quiver. His cock was so big. My pussy is too small to handle such length and girth. It didn't stop him from fucking me fast and deep. He was out of control. All I could do was hold on tight and take the pounding. He would randomly walk around to make me gag. I've never taken a cock like his deep down my throat. I'd gag the moment it touched my nostrils. But it was a big relief from getting fucked. He obviously noticed and brought something out for me: a fucking machine. He teased my pussy a bit before letting it go on full speed. He continued playing with my throat, bobbing my head on his hard knob.
May 13, 2015
Chains scare me. They remind me of prisoners. Maybe that's why my new Master used them to bind me down. I didn't want to struggle too much. My arms and legs were chained to a post, a single crate keeping me from hanging there. I'm not sure why I deserved such sexual disgrace. It's what I kept thinking as he fucked me deep. I'm usually tight and shallow. He didn't care. He went as fast as he wanted, pushing his cock in me as deep as he could. I kept pleading for mercy. I couldn't handle his massive dick. Yet, instead, he brought out a fucking machine with a dildo just like him, only on crack, going faster than any guy I've been. I couldn't whine. He had me by my hair, holding it in place to deep throat every inch he owns.
May 6, 2015
I ended up in my Master's dungeon again. The third time. But I was surprised when I saw it was him about to use me. It must've been someone he knew. I hope. I was chained to carton, my legs spread open wide. My head hung off the box giving easy access to my mouth. This new Master knew what to do for a successful session. I still question where they both get so much energy. He fucked my throat balls deep, making me gag and excrete spit down my face. He walked over to my pussy and shoved his dick in roughly, drilling me rough and deep. If I wasn't chained to the crate, I'd fall off for sure. When I thought he was done, he walked over to my face and made me taste my cum off his cock. It tasted so good. He must of read my mind because he went right back to my pussy for more of my cum to feed me.