He raped my ass last night.
I was gagged and collared, legs spread as wide as I could, my eyes pleading with him to hurt me.
"do you want me to fuck your ass? Do you want me to rape you?"
I moaned into the leather gag that filled my mouth. Yes yes yes. Fuck me hard, ignore my muffled screams. I wanted to be humiliated, defiled, used. I love it when my mouth and ass are filled, and my pussy is left ignored. I want it to feel like it's about his pleasure, not mine. I want to feel like a flesh-covered toy to him, something to fuck and hurt. I want to gag on his cock and feel the bile rise in my throat.
I sometimes wonder as I go through my mundane suburban life. Do these other women know what a whore I am? Can they sense that I am not like them? Would they be shocked? I play my part well, but sometimes I yearn for an outlet outside the glowing computer screen where I can reveal my true nature.
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