1. Always owned by MD part 3


    Date: 12/2/2017, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: tommysmith8322, Source: xHamster

    Always owned by MD part 3 In the days after MD visit I couldn't keep my mind on anything. I couldn't hold my concentration at work or home for more than 15 minutes. My mind floated back to the cold evening and her complete control over me. The degradation, the control or lack there of, the complete surrender I experienced. I checked my phone at least once every ten minutes, just in case she txt. Just in case she thought I was worth it, just in case she would give me a second thought. I knew my wife began to notice. The phone once in on the table as soon as I got home now in my hand, constantly being checked. I was never truly present. As I fucked my wife I stared at the pillow that a week before had MD's wet mark all over it. I knew she owned me, in a way she owned my wife too. Nothing she could do compared to MD. I grew frustrated, with myself, with her, with the situation. Finally MD sent me a message. So, slut? Distracted? it read. I was angry with her but you'd never know by the pathetic begging in my txt, begging for more, begging for validation, begging to know how much she got off on what she did to me. begging to know anything, MD gave nothing aware, she txt me at random then would disappear again, I wouldn't hear from her for days. This went on for the next month. During that time the guilt built. I stood in my bedroom with my wife, aroused at the memories that were created there, aroused at the thought of her. I was still completely obsessed with her, checking my ...
    phone, I could see the affect on my f****y. I wanted to punish MD for that, I wanted to hold her down like I used to when we were together, her helpless with my hand around her throat as I ground my cock in and out of her. I wanted to make her feel as I felt - hopeless. These thoughts all ended up the same. In my mind I ended up the pne being choked, being used, being punished like the whore I was. After a month of this I txt MD letting her know that it was all off, I couldn't do it anymore. She understood. She wished me well and told me she would miss me. My desire to be used and degraded built up over time. To help with this I began watching sissy trainer videos. following their instruction and eating my own cum helped but it still built up. More and more I needed her. Her pale ass above me, her rough hands all over me, her spit in my face. I was away with the f****y at a beachside motel when it became too much. I txt MD begging her to take me back. She was of course hesitant to take me back. I assured her I was hers. I always had been and always will be. To prove it she had me send her pics. It was around midnight I found myself taking pics of my fingers disappearing into my asshole. I then sent her pics of my cum filled hand before feeding my cum to myself and taking pics of my face and mouth as I did. She said she'd think about it. I run around the same sports field each morning before work. Md knows this I was 515 am and my music was interrupted by a txt coming through. ...
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