DrPleasure
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Joined: 9/18/2004 Status: offline
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The one session that captured BDSM better than any other was the first time I was really taken with a strap-on. My Mistress, Sonya, had tried a couple times prior, but whenever she penetrated me with the strap-on, I'd call out my safeword right away. I guess it was the fear. The next time I saw her she had other plans. When I entered the apartment, there was rope, a ball gag, a harness, and a 10 inch black dildo already laid out on the table. Mistress Sonya, spent a considerable amount of time putting me in tight bondage so I was completely immoble. Yet, I was in a very comfortable position because she said that we would be there for quite some time. Next, she tied my cock and balls up very tight so that they were engorged with blood. Finally, she whispered to me, "I'm taking you with this strap-on today. In case you're thinking about calling out your safeword, here is a ball gag for you." With this she placed the ball gag in my mouth and then proceeded to put on the strap-on before my eye's in very ritualistic fashion. She took a long time and care in making sure I was well lubed, and stretched, but the initial penetration was still very painful. She slowly slid the strap-on inside of me as I cried and muffled my safeword, but to no avail. "I know you can take it. Just trust me." She held me there for a minute or so until I adjusted to the size and then she started her thrusting. Slowly and first, and then gradually building speed and rhythm. As my excitement build, pain subside and was replaced by an intense pleasure. The pleasure was apparent on my face and as soon as Mistress Sonya saw this, she started fucking me as freely and with wanton abandon. "You have no idea how much you've frustrated me. I'm going to take it out on you." It was rough and it lasted time. But for one of the few times in my life, I reached catharsis. Oh how I miss her. :(
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