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My first slave girlShe was way out of my league. A nearly perfect hourglass frame, long blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes and an electric smile. The month I owned her was the best, and worst month of my life. A rollercoaster ride of a story that I wish was still writing and not merely remembering.How we met was awkward. I worked with her family and had a semi adolescent crush on her MILF of a mother. I have the outward appearance of being a sane, rational gentleman, while inside I am, and will always be, depraved. She had no interest in that thin veneer I put out. I asked her out, but was in a rather cold fashion, shot down. It created a resentment towards her that manifested itself rather bluntly in our continued interactions. I no longer feigned politeness and my admiration for her obvious beauty left. When I wasn’t actively ignoring her I went out of my way to be rude. Then, all the sudden, a switch flipped. türbanlı rize escort After at least a month of this, I happened to run into when I was at a party. I didn’t know anyone there aside from my ride, a friend who was desperately trying to hook up with the host, and I was very, VERY drunk. I had never had a drink before that night. Despite this, I put away the booze like a seasoned lush… I was told later I killed a fifth of Jim Beam by myself. I remember running into her and saying some nasty shit (I definitely called her slut, but the rest is a blur), I remember getting slapped, and I remember getting into her car. I don’t remember anything else until I woke up holding her in the back of her Suburban. I was shocked and painfully hung over. She dropped me off at my house after a painfully silent ride, but kissed me on my way out of the car. The next türbanlı rize escort bayan few days she texted and called me nonstop. When I finally responded a week later she asked me out… I am an average to below average looking guy. This simply does not happen in my world, so I was skeptical and unenthusiastic. After dinner she asked me to come back to her place. I didn’t know how to react to this so, jokingly I told her if we were going to have sex she’d have to be tied up. Her eyes got real big and asked if I was into that, not picking up on my sarcasm. “Yeah… is that a problem?” “Not at all.”I was 19. I had never tied a woman up before. All my experience in bondage had come from kink.com or other BDSM sites I stumbled upon in my internet misadventures and my lack of knowledge showed. I had her hands tied behind her back in a scarf I found in her türbanlı escort rize closet. How they stayed tied, I have no idea. That knot couldn’t hold shit. I suppose it helps when the victim is willing. I pounded her doggy style while pulling on her silky golden locks. I pulled so hard I actually pulled some hair out. That actually seemed to drive her wild. It had been a while so I was without any condoms, and risked it going in bareback. After too short a love making session (5-10 minutes tops) I blew inside her. I had cum inside girls before, and they got pissed… She moaned in ecstasy. We made love again about a half hour later, this time with me on top of her with my hands around her throat. Her porcelain white skin turned red. I came on her face, which she eagerly ate up. I don’t recall a single conversation we had during this time, but I remember every time I fucked her. She was as insatiable as I was. I got better at knots and she became more submissive. By the time we were done I had her walking around her apartment naked on Sundays as my football halftime entertainment. This pattern continued for a month till petty jealousy on her part and stupid mistakes on mine lead to a real nasty break up. A memory painfully and happily remembered.

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