Everything that is listed here is something that this whore is into.This whore is completely limitless not playing around.
Young, petite slave looking for another pretty slavegirl to serve an experienced Master and myself. You may be forced to take a dominant role over me and abuse my filthy cunt; or you may be entirely submissive and find yourself abused by two.
PM me if you're a pussy-eating bondagewhore, or a kinky little bitch looking to explore her sexuality.
Tell me where you reside, what your kinks are, and any hard limits.
As of now, only looking for occasional play, no commitments.
IRL only, no online.
For breakfast, I feasted on cock... serving on my hands and knees for a couple of hours as my owner relaxed and ate his breakfast in bed. When he was finished eating, he fucked my throat until he pulled out and came on his food scraps. He sc[filtered word]d the slop from his plate and I didn't waste any of his generous gift of nourishment. I eagerly fed and spotlessly cleaned the floor with my tongue like a good dumb bitch should. For the main course, I gratefully received his waste as he relaxed in bed.
What's the difference one might ask themselves when it comes to the world of BDSM.
For me, the difference is that to be violated is a good thing, to be abused is not.
Violated can be a part of the "game" and the interaction of a couple (or more people) that are living in the lifestyle while abuse is what happens when someone steps over the line of consent.
Yesterday night we had a conversation about this subject. Why it is interesting for me and for him. Why we decided to make me a hucow? The main idea it is one of the best way to humiliate a person. To make an animal of a person.
To become a hucow means total changes for me. This changes will affect not only my behavior and form, but also soul and my physiology.
To be in permanent and total use – I think it will change my mind completely. I’ll get accustomed to be used and serve and give some benefit too. It will become not only my wish, but also physical need (to be milked).
my journey continues to find a master. I thought i met one in florida and he had me do some things for him on the web cam like sticking a knife in my cunt and cutting my tits. He said he was going to send me a ticket to fly down to him to live with him but when it came time to send it he didn't. I wish I could find a master in wny so I could tell if they are the real thing and just not a pervert who likes to watch. I can't figure out why some subs would settle for being a web slave.
If velvet were a sound it would be made by large black birds launching themselves into the heavy night sky when it is stiflingly still and the humid air feels like cling wrap clawing at your face and melting the very fabric of propriety and socially-acceptable behavior to which ‘decent’ people appear to adhere.