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She was silenced by my dick in her mouth. She pulled away:
-I will continue if you are willing to submit to anything.
She thought about his for a few minutes so my dick grew soft:
-I´ll do it!
She kneeled and I pulled out my slave necklace. It´s a leather collar with the words: I am a submissive slut and I serve my master. Inscribed around it.
I Now ordered her to get completely nude. She threw of her clothes and kneeled. I said:
-Give me the blowjob of your life!
-Yes sir.
She started stroking my dick and I was hard in an instant. She then sucked my balls and licked them gently. I grew impatient and just as I was about to force her she took the dick into her mouth and started sucking. Right in the middle of this the phone called. She answered and started talking. But I put my dick in her mouth and she continued to suck it, although slowly. She told her friend that she was home eating some excellent ice-cream. As she hung up I grabbed her long blond hair and forced her to go deepthroat on my dick. She protested at first but soon let me go into her throat. After a while I stopped and she took deep breaths.
I pulled her arms behind her back and put them in a cross tightly. I then tied her legs together as before and then tied them to her hands. To gag her I took her hanress ballgag. It had a blindfold and a big purple ball. She begged me not to use it since she couldn´t fit it. But I firced it in and st****d it on tightly. I now started carressing her body with my hands and tongue. She imediately responded with pleasure. I also st****d a large piece of tape over the ball. This turned her on even more.
I turned her on her back and started to titty fuck her. After a while I removed the gag but instantly put a cloth in her mouth and some tape over her sweet lips. I then continued to titty fuck her. I came all over her face. I hadn´t meant to so now she got to tie me up.
She took a huge ballgag from my bag and strapped it in my mouth. She then put a condom on my dick and held one of her vibrators at my dicks head with a rubberband. She then got my arms behind my back with some handcuffs and belts, same thing with my legs. She then inserted a butt plug in my ass that could vibrate a bit.
She turned on the vibrators.
It felt so good! The butt plug felt great and my dick was being incredibly stimulated. she then just had to ruin it. She took a clamp at each of my nipples. It hurt! But the pleasure was just to much and I came, and I came and I came.
I don´t know of many times I came, merely that my ass and dick were sore for days and my jaw ached for hours.
She asked me to tie her up often after that.

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