Always owned by MD 5

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Always owned by MD 5After our missed date of the last chapter I was lost. I felt angry with MD, disappointed, lost I didn’t want to feel angry but she had left me out in the cold without even a txt. Standing me up had left me alone and feverish. Standing me up had meant I was left all dressed with no one to use me. Standing me up meant I had jerked a cock through a hole in the wall and it had cum all over me. Standing me up had made me a complete slut. I resented her so much for forcing me to do that alone. I didn’t want to be a part of this anymore. I needed her, I knew that but I couldn’t do it anymore. I cut off all contact from here, after a few late night txt messages from her everything went quiet. Everything except my need to serve. Like previous times where we lost contact I was obsessed with her.. She invaded my thoughts day and night. Her ass was on my mind every time I had sex with my wife. My wife let me eat her ass one night, something she would not usually do. I licked and sucked at her asshole, wishing it was MDs. I came in my hand while I did, whispering thank you afterwards. My wife didn’t speak of it, just sheepishly avoided sex for the next few weeks. Finally I had reached the point where I could no longer cope. I found an escort ad online. I girl in her mid 20s, curvy with black hair that offered a Mistress service. I called her and told her what I needed. We arranged for me to come over, I would worship her cunt and ass while she degraded me. She would then torture my nipples and ass while I came. When I arrived on her doorstep she looked older than her pics. That didn’t bother me however. I stripped and went down on her. She gave me no orders, no degradation, nothing. She called me a naughty boy a few times while I sucked on her cunt. She then led me to her bathroom and told me to cum. She watched and giggled while I shot my load onto the floor. No orders to clean it up, no use of my ass, no torture. I left more unsatisfied than when I arrived. Finally, after months of trawling escort sites, watching sissy training videos and dildoing my asshole when I was home alone I emailed MD. I heard nothing, so I txt her, still nothing. A couple of weeks later I emailed her again. This time tuzla escort a reply: the 19th, get the day off work, be ready for anything from 8am.Waiting the next 10 days was torture. utter torture. I txt MD asking her if I should prepare, asking what I should be prepared for. I got nothing from her until the night before. A simple txt that said, wear normal clothes and a pair of your wife’s panties. The 19th came and I left for work as always, kissing my wife goodbye as I did. I drove about ten mins from home and waited. I trawled porn and escort sites as I did, nervous.MD txt me an address. and 10am. Don’t be late, txt when you’re there. I did exactly as instructed, arriving on time and parking outside the address. The next message gave me my instructions. Walk to the door and let yourself in. Inside you will take your own clothes off, leave your panties on and put everything on in front of you. You will then wait on your knees. I walked to the house and opened the front door. on a small table to my right was the items I was to put on. I stripped off, apart from my wife panties. I then reached for the lube and buttplug on the small table and inserted it into my fuckhole. I put the nipple clips on my nipples and then placed the blindfold on. I then knelt and waited patiently.I probably waiting for no more than 5mins but it seemed like an eternity. This way, MD said, follow me, follow my voice. I crawled along, still wearing the panties while the buttplug moved inside of me. That;s it, keep coming, that’s it come crawling back to me, just like you always do you pathetic faggot.That’s it, come to your mistress, I fucking own your fat ass and pathetic cock. I kept crawling. Stop, she commanded, now, stay on your knees, back straight, beg like a little puppy dog. Beg like the pathetic whore you are. I begged, please mistress, please use me, please own me like only you can, please use me as your personal fucktoy, your faggot sissy slut, I am yours mistress. You know slut, you are nothing to me, you are less than nothing, however your constant indecision has made me furious no one EVER tells me they don’t want to see me, no one EVER ignores me, no one EVER cancels on me. With that she slapped me hard, much harder tuzla escort bayan than she ever had before. Now, let’s make this as clear as possible because I know you’re not very bright. With that she spat on her hand and pulled my cock out of my wife’s panties. she coated it with her spit, pathetic, she sighed to herself. She knelt before me, I could feel something going around my cock, once I felt felt incased it tightened, then tightened again. I could feel something around the base of my shaft and between my balls, it was so tight I could feel every heartbeat in my balls. Now now, she said, I know I own your little cock, I have since the day we met. She moved behind me. What I have trouble with is the fucking rest of you. I felt something slip around my neck, leather and chain brushed my chin and neck before that was tightened as well, I could only just breath. That’s much better, mistress knelt down beside me, I could feel the anger in breath as she hissed at me. Now you pathetic cum dump, you will NEVER EVER say no to me again, you will NEVER EVER stray from me. I fucking own you and today you will be more than punished. With that MD led me by my leash and collar, I had no idea where I was in the house. Soon it was apparent she was on the bed in front of me, her foot shoved in my mouth. Worship me slut, worship me. With that I licked and sucked at her foot and toes, I ensured to get my tongue between each toe, to cover every inch of her foot with my saliva. As I did this mistress made a phone call, I knew she was talking, however I couldn’t hear anything, I knew the only thing I would hear from this moment on were my orders. My chain was tugged roughly, I was forced toward her, higher, she was lying back. Make me cum whore, do not touch my clit. Fuck me with your face. I buried my face between her legs and began pushing my tongue into her cunt i began pushing it in and out, more than anything I wanted to, needed to make mistress cum. Her pussy tasted beautiful. After pushing my tongue into her 4 or 5 times I realised I wasn’t just tasting her. I paused with shock, a sharp pain went across my back, a belt or something cracked across my shoulders again. MD laughed, don’t fucking stop slut. I see escort tuzla you’ve discovered what I did with my morning…… My husband fucked me good and hard from behind in the bathroom this morning, he didn’t make me cum but I surely made him cum, can you taste it, can you feel it? make sure you get it all out. I lapped and sucked at her cum filled cunt. Her nails dug into the back of my head as she approached orgasm, I felt her body pulse as she came, she suffocated me, holding my face forcefully against her, all I could smell and taste was a mixture of her and his cum. She leaned forward, pulling me back by my lead and kissed me, the kissing soon turned to licking which was followed by spit and more slaps than I could count. Mistress ordered me to stand and take me wife’s panties off. I handed them to her. Now slut, I’m rubbing these all over my cunt, you’re not to wash them, you’re not to do anything with them unless instructed – understood? Yes mistress. Now, lie on your back on the bed. MD slapped my now throbbing balls and cock. I felt her grab me roughly by the wrists and secure me to the bed. I’m not done with you yet slut. I felt her climb on top of me and my cock sink into her tight pussy. Her weight meant my balls and cock were in even more pain and she bounced on top of me. Does that’s feel good slut? your mistresses pussy? oh god mistress, yes, yes, thank you. Mistress. This isn’t for you slut, this is all for me. Mistress reached down and ripped the nipple clamps off me. I winced in pain as she laughed. you’re not going to make me cum again slut, you useless whore. I’m going to make me cum, you’re just a toy, a fat dildo is all you are to me. MD tightened my collar as she pumped her cunt up and down, it tightened and tightened more. You don’t get to breath until I cum she whispered horsely. I felt the panties stuffed into my mouth, all I could taste was cum. She kept riding me as I began to see stars, she would slap my chest and face, ensure I stayed present, that’s it slut, that’s it. I could feel my face was red and I began to struggle, mistress thrashed on top of me. I began to lose consciousness, I felt I was floating just below the surface of water, unable to get my head above water. As I came to my sense MD was climbing off me and untying me. Get out of my sight slut, not a word, get out. I sat back in my car, my wifes panties in my pocket, they were soaked with 2 types of cum and my saliva.

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