Thursday morning, Oh how i wish i could go back to it. What I would give to relive it. Fulfillment by surprise. Adrenaline and excitement from doing wrong. I have had that feeling once before when I was a tiny young school girl out shopping with mommy and my teenage brother as he took me into an empty dressing room away from her to show sissy how good it felt to have my cunt kissed and rubbed. And it did feel good so I let him do it to me at night in his closet while mommy and daddy slept. It felt as if I were going into my brother’s closet to get fondled by him as I stepped out of bed that morning . I had a sense of covetousness, wanting to be twisted and bent against my will while being pounded by a group of heartless guys cocks. I did the best I could in the shower that morning but no matter how hard or fast my fist entered and left my holes I couldn’t fill the urge of sex my body needed. I live next to a major county highway, secluded and dangerous. So, i fit my jiggly ass cheeks into my smallest pair of spandex shorts pulled over a lose fitting t top with no bra so my titty’s can bounce around. I tied my sneakers and headed for the high way to jog. I made it to my mailbox and turned down the long high way road leading miles each way. Just being alone got my holes wet and throbbing.
So, i ran very sexually in hopes that my hot mystery man would pick me up and fuck my brains out. I never made it back to my mailbox though. I woke up feeling like a brick had slammed against my soul. I woke up completely nude and bound. A voice behind me told me your the greatest fish I ever got. And now I am going to filet you open to eat because I can little fishy. I was trapped I wanted to rub my pussy so bad as he was talking to me like that, but I was all bound up in a twisted position. I started breathing heavy and he took his tape off my mouth. And, i told him do what ever you want to me U ll do what ever you want me to do but give me no power and set me free when were done. He slapped my face wrapped my hair around his fists until it hurt and slammed my throat onto his cock and fucked my face until I drooled and vomited all over his manly balls. Next, I had my holes filled with all sexy objects and his cock. He already came twice in my ass before he finished he liked my ass wide spread above my head with a gaping hole sucking out his cum. So fucking hot! After he pleased him self and pleased me he reminds me again!
I caught you my little fishy but i cant release you back into your waters. He then broke each one of my arms and legs so that I couldn’t move, he released his bounding rope holding me together, as my abused broken body layed upon his floor i told him give me what you got I know you have more you would set me free so he stuck knifes up and down my two legs stung me up by a rope around my neck hanging me from the ceiling feet off the ground ass fucked my destroyed flesh to give me one last load of his pleasure for my insides. but the best was my life fading as all of his cum dripped out my ass hole past my knees to my feet then to the ground. PS: he jacked off to my limp swaying corpse, he said he would. Call me . abduct my mind back to that moment baby.
I often think about my first Master. He use to spend hours playing with me, he had a lot of clever ways to push me to the brink of no return but never let me give in. When I would ask why he didn’t finish me he would respond that I was trash and never worth it. I would beg and plead allow him to cut as many holes in me he desires and he never gave in. He loved exploiting my need to please him, making me into a tortured little slave. I often was never allowed to saying anything other then “Yes Please”, or “Yes Master”. I was not ever allowed to have no in my vocabulary when speaking with him. Our last time together he got very furious with me. He told me I was going to be a good girl and stay alive for him while he had fun probing my insides. I responded with “No”. This cause him to get enraged at my defiance he spent hours keeping me in horrible pain and if I fell unconscious he would use a drug to wake me up. He only stopped when he had enough. He left me bruised, bleeding and craving death more was probably the best punishment he could think of.
