She had been tied in the barn since morning. Once tied she dangled, toes just off the floor. He tried to give her a fucking. He stood on a milk stool behind punching his dick at her ass. He didn’t come, he was not even being able to get a dickhold in either anxiously waiting holes. Blaming her, he slapped her ass harder than usual, “You useless cunt,” as he stormed out, “shit!” She spent the last several hours arms up, tied by the wrists to each end of a bar hung from a beam, worried about what might happen because of her failure.
God it stunk in there! A bouquet of cow shit and piss. He insisted she drink three cups of coffee before beginning this morning and now she needed to piss but with ankles and knees tied any release would soak both legs. She just couldn’t anymore. Little bits of urine began to leak, drops, a weak stream running down the trough where her thighs came together. She felt the warm liquid, moving to knees then ankles and when it started filling her shoes she surrendered, spewing yellow, smelling of coffee piss all over her legs front and back. What didn’t stick eventually gathered in a pool underfoot. Now she was just one of the animals in the barn awaiting to offer herself for Master’s sexual use and hope he is not disgusted and accept. It was who she was and all she had to offer.
The barn door opened. two backlit figures appear, It is Master with a harlot, so happy to see him she wags her ass like a dog. He steps up to her and she blurts out, “I’m sooo glad to see,” she’s stopped by a harsh hand across the mouth. “Shut Up, Bitch!” he turns to his escort and orders, “Gimme your panties!” She obeys promptly pulling up her latex skirt hooking thumbs in the waistband of the panties pulling then down over stockings, they getting caught on one heel almost tipping her over. Master took the silk garment balled it up and forced it into the captives mouth. It was warm, tasted salty and filled her mouth. Was that his come she tasted? Waves of jealousy, then gratitude for his come, then guilt for enjoyed this harlots dirty undies washes over her, disorienting and exciting. She is under his spell.
He tapes her mouth shut. “That’ll give you something to chew on,” he laughs turns to the harlot, “she’s a bit of a pig,” he raises one beginning to sag breast, it bounces back when he drops it. The harlot gives an unimpressed laugh. “Very compliant,” he continues, “a useful piece of meat.”
She tries to keep her gaze on Master but cannot not look at the harlot. Stockinged legs set apart, ankles bent to accommodate 5” heels. The bottom of the pink latex dress now a roll around her waist exposing an open, in-your-face cunt, hood pierced and now distended with a substantial silver ring. That cunt was made to be fucked, dildoed, fisted, cucumbered, eaten, stretched, pulled apart and squeezed together - rubbed on hers.
Mesmerized. The cunt moves toward her, she starts reminding her of her bonds. The harlot’s round face white, eyes black and empty, harlot red lips that seem to quiver a bit, fills her vision. Suddenly the harlot speaks, “What the fuck stinks here?” she looks down at the puddle and hops back a bit. With scorn, “You are a pig! You belong in a barn.” Control is lost, she spews piss again as before. Howling laughter from Master and the harlot, She is so turned on, chewing panties, piss and cunt juice flowing another calorie of stimulation and she will come. The world stops. She is vibrating waiting the touch that will be the straw. It doesn’t come.
She realizes she is chewing this sluts’ panties, pissing herself in front of Master and his whore. Humiliation paralyzes her. Not unconscious but more like an observer not able or wanting to control events. She is taken down and tied spread eagle on the floor in the puddle, gag removed. She’s suddenly aware of Master and the harlot standing spread above her. That bejeweled juicy cunt directly overhead accepting Master’s cock with rhythmic slurps. It fills her view and as far as she knows that cock and cunt is the universe and she is in intergalactic space.
“Open your mouth PIG!” Master shouts shaking her from her revere. In slow motion his cock falls from the meaty cunt and jerks shooting globs of come on her chest then a splat on a cheek, she turned, tongue stretching out in a futile attempt to lick the burning globs into her mouth. After the first spasms Master carefully aimed his come into her eager begging mouth. Each hot drop bringing her closer to orgasm. Master sensed her imminence and stepped off. The harlot squatted inches above my face, every fold and crevasse glowing wet and red. She begged to taste, bite, violate, smother in that amazing cunt. A large drop of mucus squirts out of a flexing cunt hole into her mouth. Suddenly, hot piss covers her face and she explodes, jerking on the restraints spasmodically, a stream of filth describing her situation and views of her depraved self goes on for what seems an eternity. Then world becomes small and dark and darker until, black.
Gorgeous! This helpless crying bitch, a brocken slave! Hope she had some heavy hit for luck and was left like this to listen to her Master's explanations!!!
great pic, but a word of caution.... those hands appear to be very purple, and if the wrist restraints are THAT tight (or hung by them) permanent tendon and carpel tunnel damage to the wrist is a definate possibility, last time i was suspended like this for only a relatively short time, my hands/wrists were almost unusable for several days, and i hate to think of the outcome had it been a long suspension :-(
Re: dee tied
I suppose these tears were not the reason why you stopped!
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<p>She had been tied
She had been tied in the barn since morning. Once tied she dangled, toes just off the floor. He tried to give her a fucking. He stood on a milk stool behind punching his dick at her ass. He didn’t come, he was not even being able to get a dickhold in either anxiously waiting holes. Blaming her, he slapped her ass harder than usual, “You useless cunt,” as he stormed out, “shit!” She spent the last several hours arms up, tied by the wrists to each end of a bar hung from a beam, worried about what might happen because of her failure.
God it stunk in there! A bouquet of cow shit and piss. He insisted she drink three cups of coffee before beginning this morning and now she needed to piss but with ankles and knees tied any release would soak both legs. She just couldn’t anymore. Little bits of urine began to leak, drops, a weak stream running down the trough where her thighs came together. She felt the warm liquid, moving to knees then ankles and when it started filling her shoes she surrendered, spewing yellow, smelling of coffee piss all over her legs front and back. What didn’t stick eventually gathered in a pool underfoot. Now she was just one of the animals in the barn awaiting to offer herself for Master’s sexual use and hope he is not disgusted and accept. It was who she was and all she had to offer.
The barn door opened. two backlit figures appear, It is Master with a harlot, so happy to see him she wags her ass like a dog. He steps up to her and she blurts out, “I’m sooo glad to see,” she’s stopped by a harsh hand across the mouth. “Shut Up, Bitch!” he turns to his escort and orders, “Gimme your panties!” She obeys promptly pulling up her latex skirt hooking thumbs in the waistband of the panties pulling then down over stockings, they getting caught on one heel almost tipping her over. Master took the silk garment balled it up and forced it into the captives mouth. It was warm, tasted salty and filled her mouth. Was that his come she tasted? Waves of jealousy, then gratitude for his come, then guilt for enjoyed this harlots dirty undies washes over her, disorienting and exciting. She is under his spell.
He tapes her mouth shut. “That’ll give you something to chew on,” he laughs turns to the harlot, “she’s a bit of a pig,” he raises one beginning to sag breast, it bounces back when he drops it. The harlot gives an unimpressed laugh. “Very compliant,” he continues, “a useful piece of meat.”
She tries to keep her gaze on Master but cannot not look at the harlot. Stockinged legs set apart, ankles bent to accommodate 5” heels. The bottom of the pink latex dress now a roll around her waist exposing an open, in-your-face cunt, hood pierced and now distended with a substantial silver ring. That cunt was made to be fucked, dildoed, fisted, cucumbered, eaten, stretched, pulled apart and squeezed together - rubbed on hers.
Mesmerized. The cunt moves toward her, she starts reminding her of her bonds. The harlot’s round face white, eyes black and empty, harlot red lips that seem to quiver a bit, fills her vision. Suddenly the harlot speaks, “What the fuck stinks here?” she looks down at the puddle and hops back a bit. With scorn, “You are a pig! You belong in a barn.” Control is lost, she spews piss again as before. Howling laughter from Master and the harlot, She is so turned on, chewing panties, piss and cunt juice flowing another calorie of stimulation and she will come. The world stops. She is vibrating waiting the touch that will be the straw. It doesn’t come.
She realizes she is chewing this sluts’ panties, pissing herself in front of Master and his whore. Humiliation paralyzes her. Not unconscious but more like an observer not able or wanting to control events. She is taken down and tied spread eagle on the floor in the puddle, gag removed. She’s suddenly aware of Master and the harlot standing spread above her. That bejeweled juicy cunt directly overhead accepting Master’s cock with rhythmic slurps. It fills her view and as far as she knows that cock and cunt is the universe and she is in intergalactic space.
“Open your mouth PIG!” Master shouts shaking her from her revere. In slow motion his cock falls from the meaty cunt and jerks shooting globs of come on her chest then a splat on a cheek, she turned, tongue stretching out in a futile attempt to lick the burning globs into her mouth. After the first spasms Master carefully aimed his come into her eager begging mouth. Each hot drop bringing her closer to orgasm. Master sensed her imminence and stepped off. The harlot squatted inches above my face, every fold and crevasse glowing wet and red. She begged to taste, bite, violate, smother in that amazing cunt. A large drop of mucus squirts out of a flexing cunt hole into her mouth. Suddenly, hot piss covers her face and she explodes, jerking on the restraints spasmodically, a stream of filth describing her situation and views of her depraved self goes on for what seems an eternity. Then world becomes small and dark and darker until, black.
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<p>the session laste
the session lasted for three hours, my shoulders were in more pain that my wrists,thank you ozsub for your concern,
i am still a bit sore but i will be fine,
<p>Gorgeous! This he
Gorgeous! This helpless crying bitch, a brocken slave! Hope she had some heavy hit for luck and was left like this to listen to her Master's explanations!!!
Start the session ag
<p>Tears are for lic
Tears are for licking.
This snap makes me hard, so I will be back to it for maturbatory material.
Her expression requires a faceful of jizz.
BG
Lovely to see this s
great pic, but a wor