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There is submission, and there is bottoming.
To bottom is to accept heavy tight straps, manacles, ropes eating her alive, painful positions, numbing of hands and feet, of limbs and mind. She gives over her clothing, her skin, arms, legs, and neck, her young breasts to be bitten, pinched, yanked, slapped. She surrenders her scentedpussy, her gleaming cunt to be fucked, thumbs hooked in her rippled flower of ass. Trying not tomake a sound (and failing), she accepts beatings with belts, whippings, floggings until she is raw.
As a bottom, she is bent at the waist, her body laid along a beam, her nipple rings tied to the floor, her nipples stretched like they’re made of rubber. Her wrists, hungry for the ropes, are bound behind her back and ratcheted upward, straining her joints.
Pain beats in her body from lips to ass.
Her legs are f0rced wide, and a straight razor, sharper than any knife, is drawn along her sphincter, that tight carnal kiss of defiled flesh. And further, the razor tasting her warm wet opening, the dark portal of damp heat bringing to mind the scrabbling of bodies, arms, legs,
sweat, semen. That craven receptacle awaiting the dangerous lick of the blade, a treacherous tongue, tasting her. Wanting more.
Farther still, to where her flesh mounds and folds, rose-like, smelling of piss and sex, where pleasure is akin to rows of teeth gnawing at desire, at want, at her appetite gone . There. That’s where the razor leaves red trailings, the sullied dripping of *.
Yes. That is bottoming. That is the place of beginning.
The submissive hears whisperings, hushed voices behind heavy doors, rattling chains, moans.
Submission, the buried room, dark water, the flowing of cells through veins, abbreviated silence.
The quaking of flushed round breasts groped and mashed by rough fingers and thumbs, unknown tormenters given free reign over her body and holes, choking her with cock and semen. Terror, blind want between the thighs, pelting rage and whips, fists, the * staccato of the soul.
How much will a submissive give? All? And what, in the moment that she is grasped by the ribs and cracked open at the chest, is her reward?
First, she is trained for the entertainment of others. Her nipples must be suctioned and hung with bells to remind her with each step, how she is nothing, ridiculous, inconsequential. She learns to walk in impossible shoes. Her head is harnessed and chained to a sliding track, f0rcing her to stay on her toes. She’s kept moving with a cane at the ass, like she’s a goat, a cow, made to walk with a knotted rope sliding between her wet thighs, each step rubbing her pussy raw.
She is a piece of handiwork. Art. The submissive is not a "me". Not "I".
Her skin is flayed along lines of incision. She is dismembered, cut apart piece by piece, her organs eaten, her heart devoured.
A submissive begs for more.
For her rite of passage her * is siphoned into champagne glasses, the titration of her soul, dark r@pture, bliss of defilement. She is painted with Beauty, Loyalty, and Destiny, and drenched in *.
The submissive. A universe of nothing where she is no more.
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today is beautiful in its simplicity: We stick old woman on a sybian, crank her flexible arms back as far as they can go, oil her down and then throatboard the fuck out of her with multiple hard cocks until she forgets her own name. Her bound oiled breasts are tied up so tightly they look like they are going to explode. Her shaved pussy is firmly affixed down onto the sybain and leather cuffs hold her in place. Then we flip the switch and it is on.
One after another, the dicks walk up and sink home balls deep. old woman is learning the value of multi-tasking as she attempts to cum, suck dick and survive with limited air. All at the same time. The drool pours out and puddles in front of her overstimulated pussy. Her eyes glaze over as the cocks owns her very soul. 10 inches of black thunder make her eyes water as yet another orgasm rips through her bound body. This is throatboarding at its finest. She can not escape the dick or the orgasms.
By the time we have had our fill of this well used piece of fucktoy, she is a sweaty lump of subspace covered in sweat, oil and her own juices. We have reduced her to a facepussy on knees. We leave her twitching and slack jawed on top of the sybian, unable to uncross her eyes or remember her own name. It is a very good look on her. old woman always wears destroyed well.
shut up and spread'em, old woman,
It's obvious that no matter how hard old woman is abused, no matter how tight the bondage, no matter how many fingers fuck her pussy, no matter how hard her hair is yanked and no matter how many orgasms she was made to endure...this old woman is a bondage slut of the highest order!
Now, with her sweet ass exposed when pushed to her side old woman grunts into the gag as that ass is cruelly beaten and the naked old woman deals with the pain as she's done everything else and it truly is special to see this old woman , she loves the abuse and attention! Eventually she is left to writhe and trust me...writhing is the best way to describe the scenes, she's tied utterly helpless but you can almost tell she doesn't want it to end, she actually enjoys having her body bound tight, exposed and used and that's just how she's left...heaving and gasping and having the time of her life!
you are enjoying this, ain't you?
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ain't you?
YARRGGGGHHHHHHHH
heh heh heh heh
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