Surrender

A photo of Cara naked on a couch, hogtied with arms and legs bound back, with green rooe

Tears streak down my face, wetting the sheets my cheek is pressed into.

I’m bound, bound because I begged to be. Hands under my thighs, palms pressed against my quads, rope looping tight around and around my wrist and digging into my hamstrings. My legs spread wide, ankles tied to the bed frame.

The gag fills my mouth, spit dribbling out the corner to mix with my tears under my face.

Something connects with my bottom, over and over and over. The flesh bouncing back, my body writhing as the pain that was skin deep seeps down into the muscle.

When a new implement starts its rapid tempo in my ass, I beg as it breaks the skin. Make me beg.

The long trail of the whip as it teases my back, as it falls slower, relaxing my muscles so I’m goo.

My cunt is wet. Will you fuck me next?

You slide between my open thighs, your aim true as you press into me. Press me down as you fuck my body, gripping the bruised flesh of my ass and making me cry out with pain and pleasure.

Make me cry. Please.

My garbled moans and pleas are for you to make and take.

I want that freedom. I need the feeling of being used.

You come inside me, filling me up so it leaks out and adds more wet spots to the bed. Collect your spunk that’s oozed out and wipe it on my skin. Make me awash in fluids.

Use me again because that’s what you want and what I need.

Only you can give me what I need.

A photo of Cara naked on a couch, hogtied with arms and legs bound back, with green rooe

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