I sleep at night sometimes tied, shackled by my wrist and ankle cuffs to chains that are attached to the bedposts at the head and foot, or however she wants me tied at night. I like being tied. I like the feeling of helpelessness and of being spread open.
John was first, and he was slow and tender, which felt good at first with tender skin. But Eric, who was next, is faster and harder, and he likes it a little rough, and he knows I do, too. He also likes to talk and call me "slut" and "little whore" and "pretty little pussy" when he fucks me, and I like that. Eric also likes to talk about using me and how I'm just there spread out for him to fuck, which makes me feel like a slut.
And as I've said - I like that.
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