Being owned by a sadist means Iām constantly being trained to endure more and more suffering for his enjoyment. Of course being a hedonistic masochist nothing gets me off more than the use I have to take from him š„µ
Stu sat comfortably in his Lazy boy recliner, sipping scotch, a jovial sound in his voice as he caught up over phone with one of his best friends. (More story in comments)
She was just so sexy in her bikini, I had to have her! The other beachgoers didn't even try to stop me as I carried her to my car thrashing and screaming into her gag. But I'm not a complete monster, I let her keep her glasses.
