Give it to me with all the whips there are!
Oh please please, let me be your slave. With this thought in my head I get up almost every morning. I want to feel those strokes on naked skin, I like to feel the different textures. In addition, this slapping sound, the pleasant burning on the skin. It makes me so insanely hot!
Hello stranger!
I am horny, I want sex! With whom is relatively unimportant to me. Yes, in fact I do not have a steady partner. It is very difficult to find a man who knows how to deal with a slave like me. Not everyone has BDSM on it.
Well, that's the story of my life, that I'm always looking for someone who can do things for me, who can force me to do things without really hurting me. How do I do that, you want to know? Well, the streets are full of men!
Yes, I actually just go for it. If I see a man I like, I approach him and ask if he wants to spend some special time with me. When I start my search, I usually have my silicone whip with me. This is small and handy.
So I can then press this directly into the hand of the chosen one, so that he knows what's what. And yes, it has an insane success! Very rarely a man refuses my request. Finally, I put it but also mega clever.
I get very close to the man so that he can feel the heat of my body.
My lips cause a pleasant tingling sensation on his ear as I whisper my question into it. While I'm still asking my question, he gets the whip in his hand and the guy goes everywhere with me.
At home it goes best
Most of the time the ride goes to my home. There it goes finally best, since I have everything there, on which I stand. I have a bondage set for my mattress. I have a wall full of toys like restraints, whips, crops, paddles and electric stuff.
If I had the space for it, I would already have a St. Andrew's cross hanging in my apartment. But, I live alone, work only half days and can therefore afford only a small 2-room apartment. Sure I could earn good money with my desire to be enslaved and whipped.
But hey, I'm not a hooker! I just have constantly Bock on horny sex!
With me at home it goes directly to the point. My bedroom resembles a lovingly furnished torture chamber. The strangers who accompany me here can finally live out everything they've always wanted.
I actually let everything happen to me! The harder it goes, the hornier and wetter I get! My gem is currently the braided leather whip. If I bring a particularly strong man, I have afterwards already times really bloody welts on the ass.
So I still have a few days later this wonderful burning feeling and the memory of this hot moment. This is exactly what makes me a BDSM addict! The strange men, the versatility, the lasting pain.
It also goes on the road
Some days it takes me a while to find a stranger I really want. If the search takes a while, then I am not willing to wait any longer than necessary. Once I have found the prince of the moment, I attack directly.
I take his hand, lead them under my skirt, directly into the hot wet center! Since I am but the passive part that wants to be led, I go directly quite apologetically on his knees. With big round doe eyes I look at the now horny man and ask him to punish me.
This can be in a park, in an otherwise empty train car or even sometimes behind a bus stop.
If I am already on my knees, there is only one punishment! The man opens his pants, takes out his half erect member and challenges me to let him get really big.
Somewhat shyly and with feigned reluctance, I start to give him a blowjob. I make it understandable that I want some emphasis on his part. So he grabs my hair, pulls it jerkily so that my face smacks into his crotch. I take the penis in my mouth and let it get really hard.
Pulling it up by the hair, he turns my back to him. He forces me into the bent over position, discovers the whip in my skirt pocket and starts to use it. The skirt is pushed up, the whip whizzes down onto my bare skin. I do not wear panties. When I'm horny, I don't want to wear any unnecessary fabric on my body.
Only when both buttocks are really nice reddened, the tight penis penetrates deep into me and takes me with strong, increasingly powerful thrusts. Oh what an experience, what a climax!
This round was awesome! Who knows how the next man is. Should I ask for another one right away? No, I've had enough for today. There are still so many other days and so gladly I would like to turn the next round with me at home.
Maybe my great metal spreader bar will be used again. With it I am powerless open and everything can penetrate me!
Let's see, maybe I'll meet you one day!
So eine geile sau zu treffen wäre der lotto sexer, leider sind solche frauen nur in Geschichten zu finden
Wow, was für ein intensiver und offener Bericht über deine BDSM Peitschen Erfahrungen! Als jemand, der auch eine Vorliebe für BDSM hat, finde ich es erfrischend, solch eine ehrliche und leidenschaftliche Darstellung zu lesen.
Deine Beschreibung der verschiedenen Texturen von Peitschen und wie sie sich auf deiner Haut anfühlen, ist sehr anschaulich. Es ist klar, dass du eine tiefe Wertschätzung und Verständnis für die Kunst des BDSM hast. Deine Offenheit, verschiedene Partner und Szenarien zu erkunden, ist bemerkenswert und zeigt, dass BDSM eine sehr individuelle und persönliche Erfahrung ist.
Es ist auch interessant zu lesen, wie du deine BDSM-Spielzeugsammlung zu Hause beschreibst. Es zeigt, dass du nicht nur eine passive Teilnehmerin bist, sondern auch eine aktive Gestalterin deiner eigenen BDSM-Erfahrungen. Deine Vorliebe für öffentliche BDSM-Spiele ist ebenfalls faszinierend und zeigt, dass BDSM nicht auf private Räume beschränkt sein muss.
Ich freue mich darauf, mehr von deinen Abenteuern zu lesen und wünsche dir weiterhin viel Spaß und Erfüllung auf deiner BDSM-Reise!