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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I fucked myself like a slut on the dildo, really putting on a show for him. Gyrating, moaning, groping myself, looking like a desperate wh*re gagging for cock.
Who am I kidding? I AM a desperate wh*re gagging for cock!
I looked up at him in awe with eyes full of desire. He towered over me, full of bulging muscle, the biggest cock I've ever seen, massive low hanging balls and a full bush. His tattoos gave him that bad boy edge, and he had such a cocky look on him. It made ride the dildo even harder.
"Good slut".
He takes a rag out of his bag and approaches me. With one strong hand he grabs the back of my neck and pushes me face down onto the bed. I didn't resist, but even if I had it would be so easy for him. I could feel his strength and dominance in his grip.
He grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back, easily holding both my wrists tightly together with one hand. He then ties them together with the rag before easily lifting me up into sitting position on my knees with my hands tied behind my back. I tried pulling them apart but there was no chance I would get free. He was clearly skilled at tying hands together. Was this from him being in BDSM situations, or from his military training and experience. I didn't know, but he was clearly a powerful man, and very dangerous. Probably the most powerful and na dangerous I had ever met. I was completely vulnerable to him now. Defenseless. He could do what he wanted with me. I was very conscious of that fact. It was a bit scary, but it made me feel even more turned on. As I sat back on my knees looking up at him, my wrists tied behind my back, him towering over me with his muscular, hairy, tattooed body and massive cock, and me smooth, slim, locked in chastity, with a dildo up my arse, small and defensless I simply admired him. It felt so right, like we were each taking on the role we were destined to take. Total opposites. His masculine poweful energy radiating onto and into me, and my submission giving into him.
He stroked my face, then my smooth body, examining me. His touch aroused me, causing my nipples to become erect. He stroked and pinched them.
He spent a few minutes like that, stroking and inspecting my body. Grabbing my breasts, my arse, as if assessing me.
I felt very self conscious.
As if he could read my mind, he put his finger under my chin and lifted my head up to look up at him. I looked directly into his deep blue Anglo Saxon eyes which were looking down at me. He had immense confidence and was ridiculously handsome. I imagine this is how many girls on my island felt when we had first been conquered and colonised by the English. Tied up, scared, in bed with a foreign man who had conquered them, looking up at them, but instead of being afraid, they looked up into the blue eyes of a handsome warrior, probably the first pair of blue eyes they had ever seen, of a man much taller and stronger to what they were used to, and extremely handsome. And right there in that moment, just like me, their fear faded away, and they willingly grace themselves and their olive, exotic bodies to their blonde, blue eyed conquerors, with skin white like the marble statues they grew up with. It must have felt like they were in bed with a God. He spoke softly to me as he looked into me eyes and stroked my body.
"You are beautiful. Give yourself to me. Worship me. Submit to me. I won't accept half of you. I want all of you. I want you to submit to me fully. Obey my every order. Truly give yourself to me and trust me with your life. I will never hurt or harm you. If you truly give yourself to me and obey me, I will give you the life you want. Full of pleasure, like you were destined to live. Do you understand? "
I had no idea what he meant by all that, but it spoke to me. I felt the need to submit.
"Yes, Sir. I understand"
"Good girl"
He took me into his arms and hugged me, my face pressed into his strong chest. I felt like I belonged there. It felt wonderful. Like my body was melting into him. He held me there for what felt like an eternity as he stroked my body, though it was actually only a few minutes.
Then he pulled away.
"Worship me"
I instinctively knew what to do.
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