petes478
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You are always in control-a busy business executive who happens to be a woman-you find yourself competing with men and women alike for new business responsibilities, and you win out frequently because you know how to compete, you know what corporate boards are looking for in a susccessful business executive, buts its all so exhausting!
You find yourself craving-needing-fantasizing about relinquishing control-perhaps maybe even having your illusion of control forcibly taken from you....whatever your fantasy-it always ends similarly-with you being fucked and rammed mercilessly by a man or men-holding your head-pulling your hair-fucking your cunt from behind like an animal-face-fucking your skull while your mouth is used as a cum receptacle. Though this on its face seems and sounds harsh, rough, contemptible even....you crave it. Deep down inside of yourself, you long to be used for someone else, by someone else, for HIS pleasure.
Why the very idea of being used would turn you off during the day in your day to day business persona, in the evening it appeals to you-though you could never admit this to any of your peers-women or men.
You long for the stern hand of a punishing dad, your stomach across his knees, your face down, staring at the floor, your skirt or dress up over your soft, feminine, small derriere, and the anticipation of the spanking that you so know you need/deserve/crave.
Your soft fleshy buttocks reverberate seemingly forever when he spanks your bare bottom. Your face turns bright crimson as the flush crawls up and down your body-your need to lose control, to submit, to be less than, to be used and abused, to give up the feeling and need to be in control, why, its priceless.
You've attened some of the nameless, faceless, black rose events for women seeking to submit and be spanked and fucked by dominant men at the local BDSM club on Tuesday nights, but you've always felt vulnerable, and possibly exposed, as there might be others who recognized you also attending.
You seek privacy. Private torture and submission-private cock-sucking and face fucking, where you are assured of your privacy and anonymity.
Your dress up over your buxom bottom, squirming as your stomach lays across my lap, my hard pulsing dick pressing hard into your sofy fleshy stomach-piercing-penetrating-as my hand lands hard on your soft feminine bare bottom.
You squeal. You shake. You say "more please".
You find yourself craving-needing-fantasizing about relinquishing control-perhaps maybe even having your illusion of control forcibly taken from you....whatever your fantasy-it always ends similarly-with you being fucked and rammed mercilessly by a man or men-holding your head-pulling your hair-fucking your cunt from behind like an animal-face-fucking your skull while your mouth is used as a cum receptacle. Though this on its face seems and sounds harsh, rough, contemptible even....you crave it. Deep down inside of yourself, you long to be used for someone else, by someone else, for HIS pleasure.
Why the very idea of being used would turn you off during the day in your day to day business persona, in the evening it appeals to you-though you could never admit this to any of your peers-women or men.
You long for the stern hand of a punishing dad, your stomach across his knees, your face down, staring at the floor, your skirt or dress up over your soft, feminine, small derriere, and the anticipation of the spanking that you so know you need/deserve/crave.
Your soft fleshy buttocks reverberate seemingly forever when he spanks your bare bottom. Your face turns bright crimson as the flush crawls up and down your body-your need to lose control, to submit, to be less than, to be used and abused, to give up the feeling and need to be in control, why, its priceless.
You've attened some of the nameless, faceless, black rose events for women seeking to submit and be spanked and fucked by dominant men at the local BDSM club on Tuesday nights, but you've always felt vulnerable, and possibly exposed, as there might be others who recognized you also attending.
You seek privacy. Private torture and submission-private cock-sucking and face fucking, where you are assured of your privacy and anonymity.
Your dress up over your buxom bottom, squirming as your stomach lays across my lap, my hard pulsing dick pressing hard into your sofy fleshy stomach-piercing-penetrating-as my hand lands hard on your soft feminine bare bottom.
You squeal. You shake. You say "more please".
