anniezz338
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ORIGINAL: Kana The bottom line is that she take it. She's a slave. Her role in my life is to serve, please, and obey. If she can't do that, WTF do I own the cunt? So yeah, in the end, it doesn't matter what she thinks/feels/wants. The only thing that matters is what I want. And if I want to hurt the slut, I will. The rest is entirely mood dependent. (Note that I can, in many ways, control how she acts by how I set the scene and interact with her.) Some days I like it when she grooves to it. That's when I take her down real slow, soft, kinda glide her on in and then start slow, building piece by piece, each act turning the screw until she's awash in sensation. Others I don't care if she likes it or not. She's just a piece of meat waiting for me to slake my desires. Those are the "it" days, when it is no longer anything but an object. These are the days I walk through the door, throw my keys down, grab it by the hair and slam it against the wall. Just fucking take. No questions asked. No comments. Just quick fast ruthless use of force.Yank it to the floor, still holding its hair and start whaling away with a belt soon to be followed by sodomy, gagging it with my cock. These tend to end in ravishment and mad violent sex, lots of pinching, clamps, biting, insertions, etc... Then there are days where I genuinely enjoy the fact that she hates it, that it's an act of straight taking/inflicting. Those are the days I like to do shit that makes her howl like a beast, make her beg and crawl, do the humiliating things that she abhors, cry, while I keep coming back for moremoremore. Those are the days cigars and such come into play, that involve heavy aftercare, hard crashes on both sides. These are the scenes that scour the soul clean.But man, they are cathartic. uh wow quote:
ORIGINAL: SimplyMichael And with that there isnt a dry pair of panties in the house LMAO these deserved an encore.
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