rapedollswanted:slut-problems:Clearly I underestimated his ability to make me cum. I didn’t even rea
rapedollswanted:slut-problems:Clearly I underestimated his ability to make me cum. I didn’t even realize that I liked anal until he tied me up and forced me to take his pistoning dildo in my asshole while he pressed a vibrating wand onto my pussy. I could feel the toys juicing my asshole and pussy, my juices dripping into a puddle on the floor beneath me. My gag wouldn’t allow me to beg him to stop this pleasure. It was beyond “too much” at this point. It had crossed over into another dimension, the dimension where I was cumming without beginning or end. It was one continuous orgasm now. I was screaming into my ball gag, my muffled cries for help muted and empty. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me cum, watching my body convulse as if I were having a seizure. I had never cum this much or for this long. My body was twitching, writhing, out of my control. When was he going to stop this madness? Part of me wanted him to never stop it. I wanted to see just how many orgasms my body could actually take before I passed out or died. The other part of me wanted it to stop this instant so I could find my bearings again. This wasn’t what I thought was going to happen when I came here tonight, but like any other night with him it was full of surprises. That was why I had chosen him, after all. Wasn’t it? It is so fun to watch as the pleasure turns to suffering, the joy turns to fear. This is what it means to take your pleasure and twist it into suffering. This is what it means to be at my disposal. Constant surprises. -- source link