| My age: | I'm 40 years old | |
| Ethnicity: | Kazakh | |
| My gender: | I'm lady | |
| Color of my hair: | Short coarse flaxen hair | |
| I prefer to drink: | Stout | |
| I prefer to listen: | Classical | |
| In my spare time I love: | Learning foreign languages | |
| Tattoo: | None |
He is holding up two wooden clothespins. Being helpless and at the mercy of someone else. He grabs the rope between my breasts and pulls. I look at them in horror. I feel draining out of my face and I turn back to him. We hope you enjoy your visit and can keep satisfying you with the best sex stories.
He comes up to me and shows me what he has in his hands. Fear and helpless tears fill my eyes as I look at him, but down between my legs, I feel my juices flowing profusely.
I am entirely at his mercy. I can't explain or reason through it, it's just something primal that makes my whole body yearn to be dominated by his silky voice and his smouldering eyes. I start sobbing from the pain. He then runs the rope over my shoulder to between my breasts and loops it around the horizontal bands he had made. I will shift to something a little more What could be more painful?
He pauses and strokes my cheek.
I could have up and left or screamed or fought him off anytime I wanted. He advances a finger and flicks the clothespins, tweaking my nipples painfully. I move to the edge of the bed and kneel. Tears are running down my face by this time.
A shock runs through my body, straight from my nipple to my cunt and I moan. I feel like one look from him and I'll cum. I walk through into the bedroom with him right behind me. Welcome to Read Indian Sex Stories - here you will find some of the best Indian sex stories and the hottest sex fantasies that will make you cum.
I don't understand what he's done to me. No reason to weep," he says and traces a finger over my swollen breast. I've never been tied and the scene before me suddenly has me deathly afraid. This is a fear of mine. When I'm standing, he pulls me down to position me over his lap Bdsm, facedown. His eyes hold up to the promise Bdsm he answers the door and he looks me up and down. Vishal has disappeared and I look around and then slowly bend my torso to the bed to brush one of my nipples against the bed sheet. He reaches out and puts a slut of fingers in my story, running them around and brushing my gums.
It was so hot and satisfying and humiliating because I was obeying his every slut and taking his abuse like I would die without it. If he stuck the clothespins on them, I story just burst. My work is suffering as I become extremely short tempered from frustration as the days go by. I cannot believe having that choice taken away from me. He comes up behind me and picks up the rope. He pulls it tight and my breasts are squeezed painfully with the rope.
I clench my pussy tightly and moan.
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I even sleep with the phone switched on for the first time in my life, so as not to miss his call if he calls during the night. I weep out. He clips the other one to the other nipple and moves back, looking at me critically. I struggle to hold my weep in but it escapes from between my lips in a long low animalistic sound and dissolves into small sobs as his hands go back to caressing me.
He reaches, slowly, to my nipple, prolonging my dread and then gently clips the clothespin to the protruding stub. He holds my upper arms and orders me to get up.
I start to whimper and he smiles, looking deep into my eyes. He does this a couple of times, tightening the bonds, making them snug but not hurting. Vishal's Whore Chapter 2 It's been a story since I was used and discarded like a common whore by Vishal and I've been hoping for his phone call every day since then. Then he ties my hands behind my back together lightly, just to bar me from touching anything.
Suddenly he gives me a sharp slap on my breast. I bite my lip as arousal fills me and sluts with the pounding through the temples of my hanging head. His hard cock is pressing against my stomach and he's running his hands over my exposed bottom. I peel the dress off my body and take my panties off. My breasts are squeezed and protruding from the bondage like two overripe squashed grapefruits but my nipples are rock hard and extended to almost Bdsm inch off my body.
Home Stories Submit Search. I was just at his mercy and I loved it, that's why I'm here like a needy bitch again just to take the same abuse from him. So I spend my days like a caged lioness, snapping and growling at everything and everyone.
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It was all his doing. I can't deny that I am shamelessly aroused by his power and control over me. Opening my mouth wide, he pumps them in and out a few times and then pulls my lips out, holding them between his fingers. I wasn't wearing a bra so I'm completely naked in seconds, but my heels remain on. When I'm in there, I notice the thick rope on the bed and my heart starts thumping crazily. Coupled with black strappy heels and my hair worn loose, I know I look hot.
Our readers regularly share their most erotic experiences with us and you can too by submitting yours. It was my choice entirely to let him do anything to me. He calls early on in the morning and the whole day, I wander around wondering what he has planned for me.
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I work myself up to an edge by the time seven rolls around and I knock on his door. I face the truth.
It's like I've turned into this needing bitch in heat by his abusing and humiliating me just that one time. He makes it clear that I am here for one reason and one reason alone. Shivers run through my frame as my pussy clenches and ecstasy runs through my veins. I try every way I know to get the sexual frustration out of my system but nothing works.
It's a classic black dress in a clingy fabric, falling over my curves to just below my knee. I am fiercely independent and even though I like sex, every situation I get into is through my own choice. I stare at him and try to speak but nothing comes out.
I can feel them inflated and full and ready to burst. The constant pressure on my breasts is making me wet and horny like nothing else and I am going mad with desire. Of course. My breasts are already so swollen with the slowed flow and the pressure and my nipples are so engorged that just a light brush earlier was enough to arouse me.
I have never been on edge like this for so long before in my life and as his fingers wander over my bloated breast lightly, I feel like I can cum just from the feeling lone. I snap at my cousin and roommate and we almost come to a fight a few times through the week due to my unreasonable behaviour.
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The phone call, when it comes, stokes my frustration instead of dampening it. But whatever it is, it has me firmly in its grip and I'm enjoying it. I'm lying with my bound breasts hanging down and the position causes the pain in them to intensify.
If he clips those to my breasts or nipples, they will explode. I walk on my knees as he le me to the other side of the bed and sits down on the edge. I walk into his apartment and pause at the threshold of the sitting room. Looping the rope through the middle of the bands tightly, he again runs it back over my other shoulder and secures it in a knot in the back.
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I've masturbated so many times just thinking about that night and how he used me. I was his slut because he made me into one and treated me like his whore. He runs it around my chest, just above the breasts and loops it back to run it around just under my breasts again.
