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the crop down across my thighs hard. A band of pain burns through to my brain in an instant. That hurt. I look down and can see big red welts already appearing on my legs.
‘Fwwoooarrr!!!’ I yell, looking pleadingly at her, begging with my eyes not to be hit again.
‘You want some more, you maggot?’ and again thwacks me hard across the legs. Tears spring up in my eyes. How can anyone find this a turn on? Stop it.
She looks down on me and smiles a strange smile that isn’t exactly reassuring, but does reach over to remove the gimp mask and gag ball, which she throws on the floor.
I draw in a deep breath, ‘Kristall what the fuck are you doing here?’
‘I can be whoever you want me to be honey, so Crystal it is’, she replies.
‘Not Crystal; Kristall with a K, an I and two L’s. We met earlier today and spent an afternoon watching rotten porno films together in that museum before having dinner together. Don’t you remember?’
‘Sweet thing, don’t you just know how to show a girl a good time? Look I’ll spell it out for you just once. I’m in charge here. You are here to be disciplined so no more talking or it’s punishment time,’ she holds up her hands and laughs like she is going to enjoy this a lot more than I am.
‘Welcome to the house of pain!’ I look again at the dildo she has. It is so long you could rod the blocked up drains with it to dislodge the shitty nappies that your simpleton of a neighbour keeps flushing down her toilet.
I decide to keep quiet. I stare at this woman again and realise with horror that she looks absolutely nothing like my mate Kristall and I am in some pretty deep plop here for sure.
She climbs onto the bed and straddles my chest. Reaching up she undoes her bra and throws it over her shoulder. She has a great top set and her nipples look like two puppy dogs noses.
Leaning forward she brushes them across my lips and face. More of this and less of the whipping with the crop please. Happy days! She’s all over me like a cheap suit.
Then she moves back down my body and sits between my legs. She reaches up and pulls my shorts down a little way. My little soldier is standing to attention, helmet ready for polishing.
She grabs hold of my shaft like she’s got a cows udder that needs a damn good milking. Not to put too fine a point on it but if she carries on like this, she will soon see some white fluid appearing. Not milk, but fair to say you could call it man cream.
Tugging away on my turgid todger, she starts screaming about all the filthy stuff she is going to do to me soon. She’s touching herself up and making all sorts of pretty unconvincing fuck noises, really putting on a show.
Throwing her head and titties about like she’s having the best orgasm she’s ever had, even though I’m tied up and can do nothing to her, even if I wanted to.
I guess that she just wants it all over with so she can bugger off home, same as any wage slave really. It is a big old turn on though, must admit and it seems like she has been pulling on my cock for ages when the inevitable happens.
Readers, you are all big boys and girls so you don’t need me to paint you a picture of what happened next.
So please select your favourite description from the following:
TOP TEN EUPHEMISMS FOR EJACULATION
1] My chicken has been choked.
2] My one eyed spitting womb ferret has spat.
3] My load has been blown.
4] My lizard has been milked.
5] My monkey has been spanked.
6] My weasel has been greased.
7] My python has been siphoned.
8] My bishop has been bashed.
9] My bolt has been shot.
10] My pelvic cream cannon has been fired.
So there I am tied to a bed, my undercarriage hanging out when a door opens in the mirrored wall and the lads (obviously minus the recently incarcerated Amnesty who has missed the show) all come bowling out from a side room in hysterics.
The mirror was one-way glass and they’ve all been in there watching me like a very, very, crap peep show. No
‘Fwwoooarrr!!!’ I yell, looking pleadingly at her, begging with my eyes not to be hit again.
‘You want some more, you maggot?’ and again thwacks me hard across the legs. Tears spring up in my eyes. How can anyone find this a turn on? Stop it.
She looks down on me and smiles a strange smile that isn’t exactly reassuring, but does reach over to remove the gimp mask and gag ball, which she throws on the floor.
I draw in a deep breath, ‘Kristall what the fuck are you doing here?’
‘I can be whoever you want me to be honey, so Crystal it is’, she replies.
‘Not Crystal; Kristall with a K, an I and two L’s. We met earlier today and spent an afternoon watching rotten porno films together in that museum before having dinner together. Don’t you remember?’
‘Sweet thing, don’t you just know how to show a girl a good time? Look I’ll spell it out for you just once. I’m in charge here. You are here to be disciplined so no more talking or it’s punishment time,’ she holds up her hands and laughs like she is going to enjoy this a lot more than I am.
‘Welcome to the house of pain!’ I look again at the dildo she has. It is so long you could rod the blocked up drains with it to dislodge the shitty nappies that your simpleton of a neighbour keeps flushing down her toilet.
I decide to keep quiet. I stare at this woman again and realise with horror that she looks absolutely nothing like my mate Kristall and I am in some pretty deep plop here for sure.
She climbs onto the bed and straddles my chest. Reaching up she undoes her bra and throws it over her shoulder. She has a great top set and her nipples look like two puppy dogs noses.
Leaning forward she brushes them across my lips and face. More of this and less of the whipping with the crop please. Happy days! She’s all over me like a cheap suit.
Then she moves back down my body and sits between my legs. She reaches up and pulls my shorts down a little way. My little soldier is standing to attention, helmet ready for polishing.
She grabs hold of my shaft like she’s got a cows udder that needs a damn good milking. Not to put too fine a point on it but if she carries on like this, she will soon see some white fluid appearing. Not milk, but fair to say you could call it man cream.
Tugging away on my turgid todger, she starts screaming about all the filthy stuff she is going to do to me soon. She’s touching herself up and making all sorts of pretty unconvincing fuck noises, really putting on a show.
Throwing her head and titties about like she’s having the best orgasm she’s ever had, even though I’m tied up and can do nothing to her, even if I wanted to.
I guess that she just wants it all over with so she can bugger off home, same as any wage slave really. It is a big old turn on though, must admit and it seems like she has been pulling on my cock for ages when the inevitable happens.
Readers, you are all big boys and girls so you don’t need me to paint you a picture of what happened next.
So please select your favourite description from the following:
TOP TEN EUPHEMISMS FOR EJACULATION
1] My chicken has been choked.
2] My one eyed spitting womb ferret has spat.
3] My load has been blown.
4] My lizard has been milked.
5] My monkey has been spanked.
6] My weasel has been greased.
7] My python has been siphoned.
8] My bishop has been bashed.
9] My bolt has been shot.
10] My pelvic cream cannon has been fired.
So there I am tied to a bed, my undercarriage hanging out when a door opens in the mirrored wall and the lads (obviously minus the recently incarcerated Amnesty who has missed the show) all come bowling out from a side room in hysterics.
The mirror was one-way glass and they’ve all been in there watching me like a very, very, crap peep show. No
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