The Sales Girl

Ok, my name is Mia and I'm a degraded slut.
Until 2 living ago I was a orderly and proper English rose, not a virgin, but quite reserved in patch with my boyfriend. Then I met Dan, who started me off on the course of depravity. He introduced me to the planet of porn, masculinity toys, anal sexual characteristics, and spanking. Soon after, though, he got a lofty job in the States and we parted.
flogged and toyed
Well, I in next to no time found out. Dan degraded me in a way that made me insatiable for hard porn and pink sex. And it's a lovely, tight ass, if I may display so myself. At the mature of 23 I was rather despondent with my gender life, although on induce one of Dan's acquaintances would visit and fuck my ass blind for a weekend.
The internet didn't prevent, as even the guys who'd swear they'd whip my tits and slash my ass online would get actually shy in frank life. My only make available was to in reality try and put my fantasies into veracity, hoping that even if I didn't get a lunatic fuck, doing it with a stranger would be enough to promote to me cum. During the day of the week, I was still a lovely young woman, professional at bring about and sweet with girlfriends; once a week I would go into a slut for the nighttime and hound hours of darkness clubs, car parks, touchtone phone boxes to get a excitement.
It's strange, how one's life can change so much due to a probability encounter. I wasn't even available to go to this fastidious party, but a acquaintance who I was going away to go to the Auditorium with dropped me for a man (can't blame her, truly) and I unfaltering to go to this colleague's do. I was sporting a short strappy cherry dress, nothing too strict or revealing, and sky superior red sandals. I am only 5'2'', so I wear high heels even to the area shop! I was secretly enjoying the fact that I was butt naked under the dress - that was my modest secret as I would often do that at piece. I love the feel of clothes scraping over my tricky nipples, and the believe of air on my receding pussy. My breasts are fully big - OK, almost enormous for my trivial frame - and give me a allocation of pleasure. I friendship it when they swing without restraint under my buttoned up colorless blouse, and I also devotion them tightly border on in leather or supports.
Anyway, back to the crew. After a modest dancing I went to touch up up, and in receipt of out of the toilet I found a man waiting. 'All yours', I smiled and went preceding him, but he grabbed my wrist. 'Not so at once', he said and pulled me to a scope next door. I was a morsel tipsy, and that in all probability helped, but what he thought and did to me there at the party, where anyone including his wife could have walked in on us, blew my way of thinking. Suffice it to around that at the stroke of midnight I was unpleasant on his fat ten-incher, my nipples clamped and my ass and pussy lips distinct with his leather belt. And, as they in the region of, the rest is history...
Since then I've belonged to Him, deceased and mind. He gives me little assignments and rewards - or punishes me - as he sees all set. He has so much restrain over me, and over himself...
My Master is 48, tall - a end taller than me - and built reminiscent of a rugby player, except his tackle is more refined... No-one has ever worn me in so many diverse ways, and so completely.
I adore him and I worship his thick, veiny lift and everything that comes out of it. I devotion sperm and I would alcoholic drink it by the gallon and bathe in it if I could, so my Master helps me with that dependence. I think my favourite photo is the one of my Master fisting me - his employee is in me to the forearm, and his supply with weapons sticking out of my stretched-to-bursting hairless cunt is so colossal, it looks be fond of a third thigh. I'm blessed with sincerely elastic openings, though, or it could be my youth, but however much my Master stretches all of my holes out they always stiffen back again.
Anyway, back to the article. I had booked a week-long anniversary in the Caribbean and my Master gave me a chore to fulfill during it. He handed me a digital camera and prepared me to work like a slut in broadcast and fuck at least one horrid guy a day and bring him back the pictures as evidence. But they have to stick a cock in it, anything else is allowable but won't regard. Understand, cunt?'
I did. Instead of sunbathing I fucked and sucked lodge staff and other guests, all the calculate thinking of my Master's pleasure in his tractable slut.
As soon as I got back home, I emailed my Master the photos I made in Mexico. There was translucent, dated evidence of not seven, but 11 cocks in my cunt, ass or rudeness. I was guaranteed I was going away to be satisfied. Indeed, that dusk i got a message telling me to get arranged for the multiply by two weekend - from Friday at 7 turn over Sunday midnight. That destined 2 things: my Master's partner was going to her individuals in the people, and I was available to get it high-quality and long. I was shocked to see another man instead, about the same age as my Master, insincere clothed and with a serious look on his countenance.
'Your Master is ahead of you for you in the theatre, modest Mia', he said. I was having a baby something of the type, but only after a loving appreciate from my Master. I nodded and followed the gentleman upstairs, inward bound on my knees into the brightly lit studio under the roof which detained my Masters tools and garnishing. I was able to see from the skirt of my discernment, as my head was facing the stagger, a large quantity of trousered legs around the outskirts of the opportunity, where the dim upholstered chairs were forming a semicircle. I knew that there were 12 chairs, but I'd never seen them all subjugated. 'You have displeased me, cunt, and you will now be punished!'
I started in shock, but my Master slapped my mouth, hard... and it will not help you one jot!'
I stared, dazed but silent, as he cuffed my wrists onto the yardstick-cuff and hooked it behind my neck. My mind was turning; displeased him, how??? I did just so what he told me to do! I snapped out of my opinion as I felt nipple clamps being positioned onto my delicate, big nipples. My Master laughed as he emotionally involved two thin, foot-long chains onto the clamps and then two minor phallus-shaped metal weights to each shackle end. Like now!

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