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My Words
Usual rules apply ... this is fully consensual non-consensual play between two sane, intelligent, willing adults. If you don't understand what that means, or if you find the whole "rape play" thing distasteful or uncomfortable then PLEASE stop reading this now. I understand that this is not for everyone and it is certainly not my intention to upset or offend anyone.
This was “Rape” Number 4 for this particular victim. It turned out a friend of hers from IC (you know who you are! thank you so much) had a dungeon playroom just round the corner from where I work so arrangements were made and the rest is history ... or rather the rest is right here in this weblog!
And oh yes, let me just reiterate that she plays with me with NO limits and NO safeword. That is entirely HER choice and is what works for her. Not all of my “rapes” are this extreme by any stretch of the imagination and I am happy to work with safewords and within any limits you define beforehand.
Enjoy ... I certainly did!
Her Words
For some reason I had been rather more nervous this week than our previous encounters. Whether this was purely due to my frame of mind; you winding me up more than usual; wonky female hormones; or the first time we had played in a playroom / dungeon environment rather than a home / hotel environment, I don't know. Needless to say I was beside myself with fear and had purposely got to the flat way before time, as I knew feeling rushed would send me over the edge! S left the flat, after passing comment how worried I appeared! I almost wanted him to stay and hold my hand. I wish you could have seen me at this point, because looking back, I'm finding it rather amusing. I kept hearing strange noises and although the plan was for you to ring the bell at the front door and for me to open the door via the intercom system, I kept thinking that you had seen someone leaving the building and had got in the front door and could make your way up to the flat without me knowing. It took me a good ten minutes to realise that a surround sound speaker was right at the back of my head, which was where all the strange noises were coming from… I did jump out of my skin several times before I realised this. I'm pleased no one could see me; I must've looked a complete basket case.
When I did hear the intercom go I was standing in the kitchen drinking water. I did jump out of my skin. I went to wait for you in the playroom, as I had been instructed to. I heard you come into the flat and shut the door. My heart was in my throat. I hardly felt able to stand up properly as I was that scared. You came into the room. I was expecting you to attack me / hit me / floor me, but you just stood there, in front of me, looking at me. That must have been absolutely the worst thing you could have done to me. The anticipation of not knowing what you're going to do is worse than experiencing what you do do!
You had a balaclava on so I could only see your eyes. I think you asked me if I was scared. I said that you knew I was. I'm sure I was physically shaking. You told me that trying to protect myself with my hands would not help me. I think they must have been naturally in a position where they were trying to protect my body. You told me to take my hand from my face, which I did. You smacked me in the face. Pretty hard actually, but I'm sure it moistened my cunt. You grabbed my throat. Only with one hand, but you really are good at getting 'the spot' on my neck.
You made a comment about that being the particular time that I must question my own actions. I was thinking just that! I was wondering what on earth I had wrong in my head to keep subjecting myself to this fear and physical torture. I know that once you are there, I have no escape, no get-out; whatever I do or say won't bring an end to my suffering, and I will suffer for however long you want me to, and you will do exactly as you like with me.
I believe I started gasping for air, and started to feel as though I was going to pass out so I grabbed your hand that was stuck fast around my throat. There was no moving it. I felt my legs starting to go from under me, and I could feel myself travelling towards unconsciousness. You moved me around the room and I believe I momentarily passed out.
I came round the other side of the room. It felt as though there were lots of people around me, then I realised it was just you and I. That's how I know I reached unconsciousness. I do find that incredibly horny. It would be so easy for you to kill me if you wanted to.
You pushed me backwards onto the fucking bench. I wasn't on it straight and felt as though I was going to fall. I grabbed you to try and stop me falling. I had hold of your jacket. You just looked at me with your cold staring eyes, got hold of my shirt and ripped it open in one action, exposing my flesh. You grabbed a handful of hair, lifted me from the fucking bench and deposited me onto the floor. You kicked me, in my side. And again, and again, and again. You kicked my legs open, and then kicked me in the cunt. I turned to get away from you, and to try and protect myself. You just kicked the exposing parts. You reached down and pulled my knickers right up my cunt. I could feel how wet I was.
You lifted me up by my hair so that I was kneeling. You blindfolded me. I'm used to this usually, but for some reason today it made me feel even more vulnerable. Maybe because I was so scared, I'm not sure. You dragged me part way across the floor, then left me there. I couldn't see or hear what you were doing and I was waiting for the next blow to land.
You approached me again. You lifted me up by my tits and I struggled to get to my feet. You made me kneel on the fucking bench and you cut off the remnants of my shirt.
You reached up and got one of the floggers from the wall hanging above me. You landed it on my back. It felt thuddy but quite soft. I could tell it was suede. You didn't play with that for very long. You then reached up and removed another flogger, a smaller hard leather one. You landed that with some force on my arse. You got more of a reaction from that one so I received that a few more times. I think I then got a paddle of some description.
You had got undressed by this point. You pulled my knickers down. I could feel your cock hovering at the entrance to my cunt. I was dripping wet and was desperate to feel your cock inside me. I hate it when I get to this, being reduced to a pathetic slut begging you to put your cock inside me.
You put the end of your cock inside me. It felt so good. I thrust backwards in an attempt to put more of your cock inside me but you pulled away. You said I must fuck myself on your cock, being as I was so desperate for it. I kept thrusting backwards onto your cock but you never let me get it completely inside me. You had left a flogger or paddle or something 'hitty' resting on my back. You pulled out of me and gave me a few more lashes. You then exchanged this for a cane. Knowing there was no escape from that room with you in it and all those hitty implements wasn't exactly the most comforting feeling I've ever had…
You gave me a couple of decent thrashes with the cane, across my arse and the very top of my legs. As you know, I'm not the number one fan of caning but there's something about when you hit me / fuck me / hit me / fuck me / hit me / fuck me, that turns me on so much. You again put your cock inside me. Not all the way; you were fucking me with the end of your cock. You told me that until I had taken the whole of your cock in my mouth and my arse, I couldn't be greedy and take all of it in my cunt. I must admit, this did seem a tad unfair at the time, but I suppose them are the rules 
You pulled out and hit me again with the cane. By this time I was seriously on the verge of orgasm and was dripping wet. You were then kind enough to let me have all of your cock inside me, and I believe that after only a couple of full hard lengths of your cock deep inside me I climaxed.
You fucked me for quite a while. Alternating between raping my cunt and punishing my arse, back, and the backs of my legs, with whatever implement you removed from the wall.
You reached up for a pair of nipple clamps. You attached these to my tits, having no problems whatsoever with my nipples that were that aroused they were stood out like chapel hat pegs 
Again you carried on raping my cunt from behind me. As you pulled out and re-entered me a handful of times I kind of knew where this was going, or rather where you were going… I remember the first time he went in without too much of a fuss. Your cock must have been soaking wet from my cunt juices, so when you entered my arse it would have been well lubricated. The pain from that and my nipples together was amazing. You raped my arse for a while, again having small breaks to beat me.
You pulled out of me and lifted me by my hair from the bench. You pushed me backwards onto the gynae bench and told me to get on it, which I did. You lifted my legs into the stirrups, ensuring my legs were held high and open. A ball gag was tightly strapped into my mouth. You started giving me oral, licking and sucking my clit and cunt. Soon you pushed your fingers inside me as you had my clit in your mouth. I started to squirt, aware that I was covering your face with my cunt juices. I can't really find the words to describe how it felt, apart from fucking excellent! It wasn't long before I climaxed, although I was trying to hold it off, so I could prolong and relish the feelings. I couldn't hold off cumming for too long though, because it was so good.
You then reached up and began strapping me to the bench. I often get nervous when you restrain me. Excited nervous, but nervous all the same. My cunt was still throbbing from such a huge orgasm, so when you parted my swollen labia again so your thick hard cock could again penetrate me it felt awesome. You slid inside me deeply, giving me your full length straight away. There's something about being fucked whilst restrained, it enhances all the feelings of helplessness and vulnerability, and it's wonderful. You fucked me for quite a long time on the bench. I could feel my cunt swelling and tightening around your thrusting cock. All this time the tight clamps still gripped my nipples tightly, getting more and more painful as time went on. I was still gagged, and drooling everywhere, you said afterwards you looked up at one point and I was frothing at the mouth
You then pulled out of me and undid the straps that had imprisoned me to the bench. You forced me to my knees and removed the gag from my mouth. I could feel the end of your cock on my lips so I opened my mouth and it was forced in. It was huge (as usual!) and you thrust it down my throat. I try so hard to take all of your cock, and I really concentrate not to let it make me gag but sometimes I can't help it
When I can't take the entirety of your cock down my throat you appear to get frustrated with me and you grab my hair and start fucking my face, which makes me gag and choke. I wonder if your cock had less girth if I could take the length down my throat. I think I could, but the fact is, is that it's that fucking thick it totally fills my mouth and my airway when it's down there, which makes deep throating doubly hard as I can't breath properly when I'm doing it. I always feel a failure when I suck your cock
So we got to this stage. I couldn't take the total length of your shaft. You grabbed my head and started to fuck my face. You fucked it that hard that I couldn't get any air, and I started to choke and gasp for air. I unintentionally choked and spluttered on your cock, which you really weren't happy about. You pulled my head away from you and you spat in my face repeatedly. You said that I wasn't to spit on your cock, else you would spit on me. I almost cried at this point. Not because you'd spat on me (that was rather horny), but because I'd displeasured you. I don't think I'd really seen you displeasured by me up until that point, and it just made me feel like shit You put your cock back into my mouth, and I pleasured you as best I could with my mouth and throat, as your spit ran down my face.
Your cock was rock hard, and obviously wanted to penetrate another orifice. You pulled my head off your cock and you dragged me to my feet. You made me stand facing the wall. I believe at this point you gave me some more strokes of your cane. You bent me over and stuck your cock inside me. You're not a small chap and with your fat cock battering me and your bodyweight behind it; I was being rammed into the wall. This bent me double further and you told me to spread my legs. The top of my head was on the floor and the whole length of my back was up against the wall – I was completely bent in half. You pounded my cunt, obviously knowing every thrust was causing discomfort, and I'm sure you could feel my cervix on the end of your cock as you battered it senseless. I have never been fucked as deep as that in my life.
The clamps were still on my nipples and I was now in a severe amount of pain with them. They had been on for ages. As you were fucking me, my tits were slamming against my face, the chains from the clamps swinging with every movement, tugging on my by-now extremely tender nipples. The sharp bursts of pain were directing themselves straight towards my clitoris, which your balls were slapping furiously, causing me to climax at least twice whilst I was in this position. After a while I think I started begging you to let me move. I was in severe discomfort and by now, a very strange position – just an upside down crumpled up heap, impaled on an enormous penis!
You said I wasn't to move and you carried on fucking me. I was in complete agony. Eventually you pulled out of me but you made me stand and you dragged me back over to the fucking bench. You acknowledged how much my tits must have been hurting me, but did nothing. You forced me down onto the fucking bench and again penetrated me. You fucked my cunt hard, and then moved into my arse. It hurt like buggery (exactly!), which I'm sure is why you re-enter me so often there. You just give it enough time to feel all safe and secure, and then you go re-piercing it again with your rock hard abnormally large cock. You were shafting the life out of me, with your balls slapping my cunt and my tits swinging either side of the fucking bench. Holding my tits gave me a little relief as I wasn't getting the friction movement with them, but when I did that I couldn't steady myself on the bench that much, and I felt as though I needed to as my arse and cervix were sore from the movement. I was in catch-22 and didn't know what to do for the best. I climaxed whilst like this, a sure-fire result of my tit pain, you being up to the hilt in my arse, and your balls abusing my cunt. I could feel you getting closer and you came.
You dragged me up by my hair and pushed me against the wall. You grasped the chain attached to the clamps on my nipples; this made me wince in pain. I can't explain how much my tits hurt at this point – it was overtaking anything else in my head. You could see how much pain I was in, and I think you wanted to savour this, because as we all know the pain must worsen before it gets better. You pushed me up against the other wall and attached cuffs to my wrists and ankles. You restrained me spread-eagled to the appropriately placed restraint hooks in the wall. I knew what was coming and I was absolutely dreading it.
You ran your fingers over my clamped nipples. The pleasure mixed with the pain was awesome. You put your mouth around my nipple and let your tongue probe my nipple, still held tightly by the clamp. The feeling of this is almost indescribable. It turns me on like nothing else. It feels absolute intense pleasure and intense pain at the same time. You did this with both nipples. I was completely in 'happyland' when you removed the clamp from my right nipple. You then just stood back and watched (and listened) to the performance. I'm sure you were laughing. I know for a fact I wasn't.
I was almost crying at the fact that I was born with two nipples. To go through that again was almost beyond comprehension for me. You started teasing me, having hold of the left nipple clamp, and counting up to three. Nothing. Then counting down from three. I was crawling the walls and God only knows what I was saying (if anything) to you. I really didn't know whether I wanted it off or not. I was aware that my cunt was soaking wet. I really am at a loss sometimes as to why some things turn me on so much!
You said that this was it, and that you were going to count down from ten, which you proceeded with. I thought you were going to remove it at the end of the count, but you said “6” and then swiftly removed the clamp. Fucking hell. I think I managed to turn almost completely round even though I was restrained – I was in fucking agony, and very close to tears. You turned me back round and put the nipple in your mouth and you put your teeth into it. It probably wasn't that hard, but I nearly went through the ceiling anyway.
You then proceeded to suck and bite both my nipples, both as sore as hell, the left one particularly so. As I've said before though, your mouth around my nipples when they hurt turns me on so much, it feels incredible. Not that I could do anything to stop you, as I was restrained.
I must have appeared easy prey, hanging chained to the wall. You began hitting me again. I think only a couple of times with a paddle or flogger. There was then an almighty crack on my arse coupled with a harsh searing pain. “All the implements of punishment here, and all you need is what holds trousers up”. Hmmmm, you were about right about that. I'm quite pleased that I had a 'range' of CP implements that day, and then your belt. I've no idea really why I've always had such a thing for belts, I've always thought a lot of it is psychological with a guy taking his belt off to me. I have always considered a belt to maybe a bit of a 'soft option' too, but I think you proved me wrong on this point. It did hurt more than anything else you gave me that day, possibly bar the cane, but they feel completely different.
You gave me a number of good lashes with the belt. I was still incredibly turned on as my nipples were stinging and putting them right up against the wall hurt me too much, putting me in a catch-22 of putting my arse further towards your belt, or having my nipples where they hurt. You thrashed my arse and the tops of my legs with your belt, until they were getting raw again.
You'll have to tell me if I'm wrong here, but if something hurts me just a little, or if something is extremely pleasurable, I can sometimes be a tad noisy. If something really hurts me, I tend to be pretty quiet, with only occasional yelps. You were hitting me with some force and I could do nothing but take sharp intakes of air. It was hurting like fuck, and you know it was. I kept throwing my head right back after you'd hit me. I don't know why, that was just where it wanted to be. You started landing your belt on me hard. Hard enough to have me try really hard to compose myself. As I put my head back, you kissed me. This turned me on loads. You did this a few times; hit me, then kissed me; then you decided that you wanted me to keep my head there, as you 'liked the pose'.
You then let me down. I felt quite drained. You put me down on the floor and made me suck your cock. I think. This bit is rather sketchy in my head. I'm sure I sucked your cock at this point.
I still had restraints attached and you put me on my back on the floor, and proceeded to restrain me to the hooks conveniently placed at floor level, so my arms were restrained above my head, to the wall.
I heard you rustling about in your bag. I hate that. It seriously un-nerves me. You never have anything nice in your bag for me I heard a cigarette lighter being lit, and could then smell burning, so I guessed you had brought candles with you. I quickly became nervous. All throughout my BDSM career, I had always managed to avoid candle wax. Probably because I usually play in latex. You dropped wax onto me. I think I whimpered a little. It hurt, but only very momentarily. It wasn't unpleasant. You toyed with me, tipping hot wax on my tits, nipples, stomach, and around my cunt. I was terrified of you dropping wax onto my cunt – that wasn't very appealing to me! You decided to play one of your 'games'. 'Guess where the wax is going to drop', it was called. You dropped wax on me, and then when it was completely obvious where the next sequential drop should have been. You asked me, I said, and surprise, surprise, it dropped somewhere else and I was wrong! You did this a few times – me being wrong every time – and you asked me what I thought of your game. I possibly didn't make my best judgement here, and I told you I thought your game was 'shite'. As you quite rightly pointed out later, your game wasn't quite as shite as my judgement of when to be rude to a sadistic bastard
You then got my leg restraints and attached them to the same hooks my arms were attached to. This was unbelievably uncomfortable – my ankles were effectively restrained to my ears!
The 'games' continued; moving on to one of your more 'interesting' games. You went to your bag again (oh God), and you brought out what you informed me was a very large candle. You unceremoniously wedged this up my cunt (you appear to have misplaced your lube 
) and lit it, and we played 'cane the bitch whilst she tries to stay still and not spill candle wax on her clit'. You caned my arse and I tried so hard not to move – I was just waiting for the hot wax to spill over the side of the candle and run onto my labia. You did this several times, and you appeared impressed of what an entertaining game this was… I must admit, the fear of having hot wax teaming onto my already sore cunt wasn't particularly appealing at the time to me, which I think helped me cope with the caning. You finished caning me and you took photos of me chained to the wall, in a weird and wonderful position, cunt in the air, totally exposed, with a bloody great candle wedged up my bits. You thought it'd make a 'nice' photo. I'd hate to see your not-so-nice photos…
You then told me that you'd tricked me and that the candle was never lit. Bastard Not a bastard because I wanted it lit, but a bastard because I felt a twat.
I think then you let my legs go, so that I could stretch out of the unnatural position that I was in. You pushed your fingers inside me, which felt wonderful, as I was as horny as hell, considering all the torture you'd made me endure. You moved around inside me, as you do, and I began gushing (which is just par for the course now when your fingers are up there). My orgasm began building inside. You started touching me with both hands, pushing lots of fingers inside me. It felt strange. I've no idea what you were really doing, but I had the most enormous orgasm. I felt full, and everything was moving in different directions; it was spectacular
I was then dragged by my hair out of the room and down the hallway. You forced me to kneel on the bench in the living room, my arse in the air, exposed for you to ruin. You didn't take any time in guiding your rock-hard cock into my cunt, and pounding away at me. There were no walls or anything else for me to lean on. Kneeling on the bench, I had to almost push back onto you to keep my balance, so as not to let you ram me off the bench. I held onto the bench and tried holding myself as you battered my cunt senseless with your cock. The bench is designed for hogtying, so my legs were apart, which assisted rather nicely in having your balls slapping my clit as you were thrusting away at me. Again, this brought about another orgasm. I love it when you fuck me through orgasms.
You pulled out of my cunt and started to push him into my arse. Every single time you do this, without fail, I get scared and think I can't handle it. And every single time it turns into ecstasy. Admittedly, sometimes it takes longer than other times, but it always gets there sooner or later. It didn't take too long this time as you had already been up there, although having to lean into you to keep myself on the bench was rather testing!
You really let me have it, pumping my arse hard and fast with your huge, solid cock. You then pulled out and went and sat on the settee, dragging me to your feet and leaving me on the floor at cock-level. Your cock was swiftly thrust into my mouth. It was bloody huge and I wondered (again!) how I was going to manage to please you with my mouth. I sucked your cock as best I could, making genuine attempts to get your whole shaft inside and down my throat, before gagging and choking and composing myself to try again. You pushed my head away, grasped your cock in your hand and told me to lick your balls and arsehole. I must admit, I'm rather getting to relish these opportunities to push my face and tongue into your arse. I was endeavouring to pleasure you with my mouth, as you wanked your cock.
You quickly got up, hauled me onto the bench again, and fucked me some more – seriously good and hard. I came again. I was then hauled back off the bench and you pulled my head back onto your cock and after a few thrusts in my mouth, you shot your load and emptied your sacks into my mouth. You usually ram your cock so far down my throat when you cum that I don't get to taste any of your spunk – it just leaves my throat stingy and tingly. So I endeavoured this time not to let this happen, and I managed to salvage some of your seed, savouring it in my mouth before swallowing it.
I was then dragged back into the playroom. I was on the floor. I think you left me for a minute or two; I have no idea what you were doing. I was pretty well fucked by this time. You came back into the room and started laying into me. You kicked the shit out of me as I lay there, trying to avoid contact, but to no avail. I tried to get away, but there was nowhere for me to go. I knew it would have been foolish of me to try and block the blows with my hands, as I didn't want my fingers (or nails!) broken. You kicked me around the floor and you were saying things to me, although I can't remember what. I do find this incredibly horny. It really is my 'thing'. It's awesome when you do it at the beginning of each scene, but this mid-scene was particularly arousing.
I was almost at the point of tears a few times during this. Not because of pain (for some reason I find this so erotic that any pain element just doesn't register with me), but because I feel at the point of total surrender. You then hauled me up by my hair and made me stand up. I did feel completely broken by this point in time.
You made me stand there; bolt upright, whilst you hit me. I can't remember whether you hit me with the cane or your belt. I know I was in 'the place' at this time, and I was certainly crying, although you took no notice of that. You took a phone call and I stayed where I was left, not daring to be any different to, as you had left me.
You returned and pushed me over onto the fucking bench. You again put your fat cock inside me, which had once again grown to exceptional proportions, and was banging away inside my cunt. My cunt was sore at this point, but the pleasure and the pain mixed to very enjoyable levels. You pulled out of my cunt and re-entered my arse. I had taken quite a lot up my rear, (well, everywhere really!), but my arse was particularly sore. I think I started to wriggle and moan quite a lot, as it really was very painful. You pulled away and I lay relieved, quietly thanking you for the compassion you appeared to have acquired.
I then felt you removing my restraints. This was quite relieving also, and I thought we had finished. I then felt the restraints being replaced, one by one, with the straps on the fucking bench. You restrained me quietly and very gently to the bench, but very securely. I tried to move a little, just to see if you really had done it, and you had! I couldn't move and you nonchalantly just put your cock back into my arse and carried on fucking it, completely ignoring my protests. I did find this extremely horny, as you were just using me as a worthless piece of fuckmeat.
As you fucked my arse, you started to try and push something into my cunt – a dildo or something. Because of the size of your cock filling my arse, and I don't think the dildo was particularly small, it wouldn't fit. I felt extraordinarily full. You pulled your cock out of my arse and calmly just pushed the toy up my cunt. You held it there and reinserted your cock into my arse. Bloody hell, I felt full, but it was really good and I took no time at all to climax. You rammed away at my arse, the restraints on the fucking bench keeping me firmly in my place, with no choice than to take what was being given to me.
Eventually you pulled out, released me and dragged me along the floor by my hair, back into the living room. You sat on the settee and started doing some work on your laptop – I was ordered to suck your cock. You did a few phone calls, I think; I was endeavouring to please you with my mouth, around your cock, balls and arsehole. When you'd finished your work you again wanked your cock whilst I tongue-fucked your arse. You said your cock was hard again, and you know what that meant. I surely did.
Back onto the bench you dragged me. You sank your cock deep into my cervix and began pounding away at me. Although I was hurting like hell and completely knackered, it was extremely pleasurable. You fucked me for absolutely ages, never losing pace nor hardness! I know I came three times as you were fucking me here. Every time I thought 'this is it, I'm not capable of cumming again', another one started building! I was absolutely fucked raw – you're cock must've been sore too. I've never been fucked as absolutely raw in my life. At one point I remember thinking, 'what on earth is that noise', then I realised it was me! I was kind of growling, like some rabid dog Fuck knows what you'd done to my body by this time; I'm rather impressed I managed to remain upright!
Eventually, and I mean eventually, like after what must've been another 45 minutes, if not an hour, you got off me. You sat back on the settee and you said that you had something for me. I had a little feeling what that was… I sucked your cock dry again. You came, but there wasn't a lot left by this time. I don't think I've ever known a guy run out before, but you had parted with quite a large amount by this time.
I lay back on the floor, completely done for. You came and lay with me. You asked me how many times I had cum I always loose count, but we worked it out to be in the region of fourteen or so, the same as during my previous rape. You started fiddling, as you do, and I'm sure at one point you were trying to wedge your foot up my cunt?!
You then started touching my clit with your fingers, which was lovely considering how sore I was. You asked if I was sore and I said that I was. You started kissing and licking my clit with your mouth and just lightly fiddling with my labia piercings with your hand. You let your tongue dance around my clit, periodically putting it all in your mouth and gently sucking it. I once again exploded into a cascade of orgasm, one that started at my toes and pulsated through my whole body. I seem to have different orgasms with oral; they are extremely deep and intense. You slapped me on the leg, said “fifteen”, and then said you were going for a shower.
You went and started running the shower, then came back and said you'd changed your mind; I was going with you. You made me get into the bath (I'm still blindfolded at this point), and you got in too. You put your cock into my mouth and started to piss. Your bladder size is about on a par with your cock, so when you just piss normally, it is physically impossible to swallow the lot as the flow is just too fast. So you kept starting and stopping pissing, just allowing me enough to fill my mouth and swallow before feeding me another portion. How thoughtful of you.
Once you had relieved yourself, and I had drank all your piss, you told me to wash you, which I did. The water felt nice and warm and soothing. I was looking forward to having the water after you, and after you finished washing you did indeed wash me down; but not before turning the taps to cold You found this rather more amusing than I did. It was bloody freezing! You did this for much longer than I thought effective I think you then left me to it whilst you went and got dressed. I believe I may have fiddled with the taps and allowed a little warm through at this time The warm water was lovely on my sore, battered skin and bits.
You kindly gave me a towel (there, you can be nice!), and I wandered through into the living room. I'm getting really good at getting by without eyes. Again, I still hadn't seen you, in the seven or so hours you were there. I must admit, I thought it was much earlier than what it was (like about three hours earlier!) – doesn't time fly when you're having fun?
I was collapsed on the settee, still with my towel, and you were ready to go. You gave me a kiss and you went. This was the first time that I had had to go home after playing with you. I can normally crawl into my bed and just sleep, which is about the best thing one can do after suffering The Python for such an extended period of time. But I had to get ready and go. Just trying to get myself looking decent enough to be let loose in public is no mean feat, after suffering seven hours of abuse
Thank goodness for GHD's though (they're hair straighteners) and MAC (make-up). I wondered off to the tube, in a world of my own, knocking into S who very, very, very kindly lent us his playspace (which I/we are hugely grateful for), and then making two short train journeys from Euston up to my car. I was completely knackered on the way home and even had to pull over 45 minutes from home for a quick sleep in the car!
Footnote: To say, as ever, all of this was 100% consensual from both parties, and I 100% enjoyed every minute. If this was fictional, believe me, it would have been about four hours shorter!
| 19 Sep 09, 1:50 AM ukreva UK(PL), 2 yrs |
this blog is full of win. | ||
| 19 Sep 09, 2:23 AM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 2 yrs |
What does "win" mean? | ||
| 19 Sep 09, 12:03 PM Cake_x 2 yrs  |
Wow... seriously, just WOW. Thats thee most erotic thing i have ever read. You are a lucky, lucky girl.... And i am a tad jealous . Thanks for sharing xxxx | ||
| 19 Sep 09, 1:34 PM Heaven_Sent UK(NW), 3 yrs |
I know
You're more than welcome. Glad you enjoyed it x | ||
| 19 Sep 09, 2:41 PM Twinkletoes 5 yrs |
I think it's time you two got engaged
The Internet is the first thing that humanity has built that humanity doesn't understand, the largest experiment in anarchy that we have ever had. ~Eric Schmidt | ||
| 19 Sep 09, 4:45 PM mini_velvet UK(EH), 6 yrs |
I'd have found it more erotic without all the smilies. concupiscent cunt | ||
| 19 Sep 09, 6:09 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 2 yrs |
But she doesn't even know what I look like! She still hasn't ever seen my face... | ||
| 19 Sep 09, 6:10 PM Forced2Fuck UK(NW), 2 yrs |
I can assure you she wasn't smiling at the time... | ||
| 19 Sep 09, 7:05 PM Heaven_Sent UK(NW), 3 yrs |
That's because your penis is always in the way... | ||
| 19 Sep 09, 7:19 PM Heaven_Sent UK(NW), 3 yrs |
Fair point, well presented, I do see where you're coming from. I write these reports TO Mr F2F, not to an 'audience', so some of the phrases and comments in them are personal to us, which anyone to the outside reading may well not understand. If I was writing this for the sole purpose of a weblog entry, my writing style would most probably be slightly different, with the omission of emocations and some personal details, but as far as I'm concerned it's a personal piece of writing that Mr F2F chooses to post onto his weblog. HS x
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