I always wanted to know how to make a deep gorge. It was enough actually to watch Daily Motion and YouTube. It’s full of lessons and demonstrations to learn this, how shall I say … this feat.
I have several sub who want or I give the order to do it to a boy of 22 years that I know and that come just for that. Sure, it gets paid by my sub and that is also why he accept because he’s straight. I order the sub to ne on his knees, grabb his hairs and push his head so that he give a blow-job the young man. When he has put into his mouth and his saliva overflowing his lips, I push him until he’s down to his throat of the desired organ. Greedily, with large and saturated sounds, I hold him for 30 seconds snorkeling, normal time for a human being, and under my orders, then allow him to withdraw. But I do it again as the gus don’t come. And as the sucked prefer women, it may last a while ….
J’ai toujours voulu savoir comment faire une gorge profonde. Il suffisait en fait de regarder Daily Motion ou Youtube. Ça regorge de leçons et de démonstration pour apprendre cette, comment dirais-je… cette prouesse.
J’ai plusieurs soumis qui veulent ou que je force à en faire une à un garçon de 22 ans que je connais et qui se déplace rien que pour ça. Bien sûr, il se fait payer par mon soumis et c’est d’ailleurs pour ça qu’il accepte car à la base, il est hétéro. J’ordonne au soumis de se mettre à genoux, empoigne sa chevelure et pousse sa tête pour qu’il suce la bite du jeune premier. Quand il l’a bien mise en bouche et que sa salive déborde de ses lèvres, je la pousse jusqu’à ce qu’il ai jusque dans sa gorge l’organe tant désiré. Gouluement, avec des grands bruits sourds et saturés, je le maintient pendant 30 secondes en apnée, temps normal pour un être humain, et sous mon ordre, lui permets alors de se retirer. Mais je le fais recommencer tant que le gus n’a pas joui. Et comme le sucé ne soupire que pour les femmes, celà risque de durer un moment….
I mentioned earlier about the list I was sent and instructed to fill in and the sheer horror that possessed me when doing so. However as the months progressed and the number of times we could meet increased, we were speaking everyday. It was so different, so new. I mean he just got me. I could tell the man anything (even that I have a slightly disturbing knowledge of serial killers), and at no point did it feel like he just accepted it, he liked it. He liked me.
This in turn inspires confidence to tell him that my opinion on some things had changed. To tell him about the beautiful detailed fantasies I was having at night. Fantasies that I’d have never dare speak of before. Dreams of being used, of being whipped. Dreams of being broken. Now I’m not about to sit here and say to you that I…
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I know this feeling all too well. The dynamic for me goes something like this. My husband will say something relatively benign. I will get triggered and just absolutely belittle him, yell at him, accuse him of things that aren’t even real (it’s my feelings of insecurity), and he stands there in shock at my reaction. Later, I feel immense remorse for what I have done, and hate myself for doing it. Saying I hate myself is putting it mildly, more like absolutely loathe myself. I wish he would hit me for what I did because I deserve it. He would never do that.
I have resorted to cutting, starving, overdose (on anything I can get my hands on to both ease my pain and punish myself), and beating my head against a wall all to punish myself. No, not very healthy by any means, but a desperation to repent…
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Part Four of The MUSE Project comes a little early. We couldn’t sit on these much longer; Jordan Lehn has been a particular fave of ours for a minute now and it only made sense to provide another look at her. An even split between black and white images and popping color, it’s hard to pick a favorite.
Photos by MrGlass
Stockings, shoes, and lingerie all Jordan’s own.
I think I knew before I even started having sex that I had an interest in kink, I can’t be sure about the dates and the timing as it wasn’t something I was conciously aware of but in hindsight it was definately there. Then as a teenager, when my girlfriend tied me to the bed, I knew I was hooked.
Later in my teens, on to my first boyfriend, I remember wishing that he would pin me down or tie me up. He never did. Eventually I plucked up the courage to ask him, he humoured me, but he clearly wasn’t into it and after the second or third time he refused to do it again. For a while I attempted to satisfy myself by folding my arms behind my back or tucking them under the pillow while he did his thing, but the relationship ran its course and came…
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