i want to be owned by a master who uses me however he or she wants on skype

i tried on cam4 but no1 wanted me

i would be a good slave

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18 m uk

I’m a traveling black man who is actually seeking a BBW couple living in , near the Enfield Connecticut/ Conn, Mass state line.

im hoping to find a non jealous laid back, beer drinking, weed smoking cuckold husband, boyfriend or master who is actually interested, looking for a black man to teach , train his slut wife’s, slave female or willing adult female family member how to lose/ control her gag reflex, let a black dick take your throat virginity and breath away.

or a wife/ slave female who wants to show off to her husband/ master on how good she can get face fucked, into puke blowjobs & deep throat breath play with a black man.

Dm me if you have a wife who needs/wants to become a sloppy, messy throat pig/ throat slave and receives no mercy skull fyck training and practice.

Ready to faint. Puke ? 

Big black master looking for kinky little female slave with as few limits as possible.

Preference goes to those with a boyfriend, fiance or husband who doesn't know. Not interested in cuckolds or open relationships.

I confess that i have a fantasy of being someones slave and them making me into whatever they want through body modification and whatever else they decided to do. I used to have a master but i was to big of a pussy to meet him in real. He was going to cut me and do modifications on my pussy so my clit was over sensitive. Thinking about this kind of thing makes my pussy flood

Milk slave gets his cock milked and sucked by master who doesn't stop even after slave cums being milked over and over all night and day 

So, How does the master-slave relationship work? I LOVE being dominant, but have never really been that way with girlfriends before.

I confess that I secretly enjoy way to much one of my fantasies between my master and I.

My fantasy is to be used as a breeding slave. I repeat I don't really want it to happen but I enjoy it to much. He tells me that I'm a good little slut and tells me what I should do. So far I've came up with being locked in some stables with horses (to demean and humiliate me). For my body to be used day and night. Any guy that would want my pussy could get to it and go at it nice and hard pounding at my tight little pussy. Using up every hole I possibly can being a little breeding whore. Being cummed inside of as much as they want making their cocks nice and happy. Then when we go out walking to be filled with cum as much as I can my stomach nice and fat to have it swish around and drag on the ground showing how much of a slut I am. But I'd be my Master's little slut making him happy letting him watch as I'm being pounded inside of being fucked in my ass, pussy and mouth cum dripping from every hole.

I love the sound of that humiliation so much it makes me just so wet.

Are you a cuckold, sissy, wimpy, or dominant husband, boyfriend or master who is looking for a black man to give his kinky oral slut wife, dumb girlfriend or slave female (19-60) for long term training, practice +who is into black men into the BDSM, BNWO lifestyle ?

let’s teach , train your wife, girlfriend, Pawg, slut mom about blowjob practice, deepthroat training and anal therapy sessions and punish her face, Mouth ,throat and ass together and separately.

Im literally looking 👀 for a husband or master who wants to send his willing oral fixated, always horny , anal slut wife to a black master go make for pictures and videos for him in person and in private.

I’m looking for a kinky couple or a single female or a cheating wife who is curious or interested in puke blow jobs, deep throat training, anal therapy being humiliated degraded, and making pictures and videos for your husband

Private message me if you are in or near Brattleboro, Vermont, Manchester, New Hampshire, Manchester, Connecticut, and Phil, Connecticut, Worcester, Massachusetts, or Springfield, Massachusetts.

Check out my profile, pictures videos and posts first before you decide to private message me in 2025

must be into the bnwo , and throat and anal therapy sessions .

I love watching a hubby jerk off while his wife is choking, gagging, struggling for oxygen until she runs out of air and puke or pass out 

I can't sleep at night I keep waking up.. yes I know myMaster got all the tools to break me.. but I keep wondering is that what he craves more than having me do kinky things for Him.. tomorrow is festival thing and I.. yes You broke meDevil and i am in hell worried more than mad or something like that.. keep feeling my hair one you like me to grow.. caressing my shoulders and I keep begging and praying that that wasn't all.. that I'II know regardless is everything okay.. and that regardless of everything my Master will allow me to have that rule and I keep on hoping that it was You commenting one of my posts.. Devil you know i fell on my knees and fell in love with my Master don't punish me for that regardless of how it is.. just ease my mind.. yes You make me cry and suffer wasn't that always what Devil liked.. don't refuse my desire to please even if it's fucked up.. don't take away my begging.. it feels like ages.. let me keep the rule. Regardless that You have me for eternity because You do, broken or not my Master have me.. let me keep the rule.. can't be I earned nothing.. i miss dont You just a bit? And yes You broke Your toy just because You can.. i am fucked up with You and for some reason staying there with my Master.. i fucked them and not just that just because i was begging for Your attention. will You be that cruel.. I just want to hear You are okay at end of the day.. I can't sleep or think or... my Master liked when I cried while having an orgasm when He was away.. Devil I only beg for a bit of my air please stop torturing me..
I know Devil likes my tears but Your slave just begs for Your attention a bit of it Master.. it feels so horrible will You have mercy on me?
please my Lord fix Your doll

Good morning my Lord hope you slept well. Little pet still miss you and getting a little nervous again for my girl date :p
oh just thought.. do i need to ask my Master to revalue and rethink.. idk is he tense or not.. just reminding in case it’s needed.. I doubt but just doing what my Master told me. 
ohh and slave is so anxious but anxious to talk about with my Master what’s going to happen and how it was :p
p.s. Maybe i have new dress for NY eve :p

My Master is a serious man and very impressive Dominant if I may say in my little humble knowledge about Bdsm. He introduced me to all that world. And even tho I grow in it. It echoes in my head when ny Master tells me he needs to see have i thought about it. The kinks I present to Him. I did thought about it. I did squirmed here a lot trying one way or another to catch Your attention because I find my Master unique and very interesting. Above all I like His company. I like how my passion around Him bubbles up. I have many times jumped into something I wasn't ready, and I loved every part of it. True You have been always coming back to this slave. Allow me to say that all my struggles to serve You when You are busy and things like that is from fact I am utterly bored of our toys in long time without Your company. And maybe some things I haven't thought about or were emotionally mature to jump in. But with You i like that path of exploration even if it means not liking some of the things. I have left just one question and little further elaboration from me as a woman and Your slave. You check when You see fit or if it vanishes I want it to stay here. It is not driven by my mood. So it will stay. Whoever has Your company rn is very lucky. And as a woman I can state that I would like to be a place where You also enjoy the company. It would be the best compliment one can have. Aside from all the chase and hunger and desperation. 

This sissy faggot sex slave loves sucking her Master's cock!

are there any honest, true, hott,horny folks, females, males, cpls, subs, cpls where there are switches, etc. for this dominate Master and my love, slave naan? wild, dirty, kinky, slutty whores, where anything taboo goes who are what they/you ARE/DO WHAT YOUR WORDS SAY? it seems all these posts ask about others, rate my cock, would you fuck my sisters, aunts daughters teacher, well fuck yeah, BUT what about YOU, in the first person? we are also slutty fucking whores as well, hell we gave up meeting anyone face to face, but what about a great texting/pm which harms no one becum really intense and lets go. what is this site about, children who tell stories and string out bullshit for ...... CUM on, really honest, truthful folks with real honest, truthful sexual inner pent up "Wants'n'Needs" to explore as well as those all ready going on, we want the same.
not once has any person no matter what the kink answered a note being serious, it is a fucking shame, i could go to that place "CHUCKY CHEESE" and find more truthful real people for they know pretty much the truth.
my challenge is this, who is as willing as we are to be as honest and open as we are BUT REAL,
i wonder if that is really difficult.
now is a good time...

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very hrsh master

I'm a girl and yesterday i found out my master has another slave, its all okay cause now she is going to serve us both. I was wondering if any of you dirty people had any suggestions of what i should make her do and what my master should make me do? She is very submissive and i need some good ideas for her. Ive already said that she isn't allowed to wear any panties and must flash someone once a day.
This is all online as we all live in different countries
Thanks for ideas guys

Wouldn't it help tasting me squirm and being very dirty crawling my Lord? Just asking your wet slave can't help but ask... you do like me when i try so may I Master? :p
p.s. Sorry for spamming you there lol.. You made me to hungry making me your anal little slut

I confess I am exploring all those paths not taken in my life, which has led me to now have my first Master. It's been more enlightening than I had imagined and I've done more these past few weeks than I'd ever believed I'd do. Recently we spent an evening together in which neither of us slept. I had several firsts that night, including cumming 14 times, which for me was insane since I never cum more than once.

He is going out of town for work so I won't be able to take care of his needs directly that week. I wanted to see if anyone had ideas on things I can do to please him while he's gone and if there's something special I could do to show him how much I missed him when he returns.

I am new to this but I want to please him and be a good slave, especially after the way he made me feel the other night.

I must confess I still can't believe it's not butter!

And that I am looking for a woman my age or older to have a master/slave or mistress/slave relationship going in which we can take turns dominating each other until we can't stand.

I am writing this to you this because I have to. My master is making me share my story as part of my punishment for being a sissy faggot bitch. My name is Toby, I own a construction company that has about 10 employees and we are fairly successful. Successful enough that I don’t need to be at work much and have a fair amount of spare time. This is where my problem began. I Started jerking off to porno like all the time. It was all that I could do. 2- 3 times a day, always to porn, and the porn got harder and harder. One day I stumbled across a porno vid of 2 guys. The one guy was fucking the other guys mouth hard. I was intrigued and for the first time I came to the thought of 2 guys. Immediately afterwards I was disgusted and ashamed that I had just jerked off to gay porn. wtf.. Im not gay. I deleted the memory and cache off my comp and figured that I would never need to worry about it again.
A week or so passed and had forgotten about my gay incident. Life was normal, my gf Candice and I had just moved in together, things were going great. One night I was one the computer and got deep into rape porn and other hard-core stuff. I found myself jerking off to gay porn again. This time I didn’t get discouraged and went all out and fingered my ass while jerking off watching gay porn. Afterwards I was slightly ashamed but not as bad.
This trend continued and I started jerking off to gay porn daily. It was just normal for me. I also started experimenting with anal. By using cucumbers with condoms on and anal pumping myself. I was becoming a real pervert.
At some point some night I discovered craigslist. I started to play with it and even started to contact and reply to some of the ads. That’s not exactly true. I really started to reply to ads. All the time. I would be setting up dates with guys and standing them up. I became known as a time waster. And that’s what I was just a tease.
One night I got brave with all the dates and I actually was so horny that I figured I will maybe try to suck a dick. I picked one ad with a guy with a nice clean looking dick and set up a meeting in a deserted parking lot.
So there he was with his blue mini-van. I can remembering being so nervous approaching the passenger side door. He rolled down his window and for the first time I saw my master.
“why your as good-looking as you are in the pics” Master exclaimed.
“thank you, you are too, so you want to do this?” I replied
“for sure! Hop in.” master encouraged
I got in his mini-van and he lite up a cigarette. Hew was about 38 years old, clean shaven, a little over-weight but still handsome. He had tattoos and I quickly noticed his scare on his face. I didn’t want to say anything about it and just ignored it.
master was rubbing his dick through his pants “so lets get down to business”
he pulled his dick out and I immediately went down on him. His dick was about 6-7 inches long and not that thick, he was circumcised and his dick tasted like soap. He held the back of my head lightly pushing down every so often.. I really didn’t like to tell you the truth and was hoping it would end soon. He started to pump my face harder and came. I spit it all out and it was not pleasant at all. He was pissed cause I made a mess and he actually slapped me on the back of the head. I didn’t react because I just wanted it all over with.
“Get out, you worthless slave.. you should be punished for not swallowing. “ I looked at this guy like he had 2 heads. Slave? Punished? This guy was sick in my mind, I just got in my truck and left.
In my mind I was never going to suck another dick again but I wasn’t gone for 20 minutes when I noticed that my wallet was missing. I quickly grabbed my i-phone and checked my email to see if buddy had contacted me. I opened it up and saw and email from him with an attachment. I open the email and it reads “he sissy, looks like I got your wallet. I also want you to check out the nice new video I have. You will come back to this parking lot immediately and clean up your mess.” I was shocked. I opened the attachment and my heart sank.. It was a video of me sucking masters beautiful cock. He must have taped me in the act. Fuck me I thought.. this prick has my wallet and all my info and a video of me sucking his dick.
I immediately got in my car and went to the parking lot. When I got there he was waiting outside his car. I pulled up and got out really nervously.
“Well, I’ll make you a deal, you clean that up in my truck there and let me fuck your ass while doing it and Ill delete the video. If you don’t then I will be emailing it to all your employee’s, your girlfriend, your parents. I have all your personal info and I can make this happen. So its your choice. You be a good bitch and finish what you started you go on with your life. You don’t and you go on know as a dicksucker.”
“fuck you man.. Ill call the police.” I retorted.
“go ahead. I just got out of jail, I’m not afraid.. where do you think I got this scar.. plus you do that and I’ll fuck you up.. now I am going to forgive you if you immediately get in there and start cleaning..”
He was serious.. fuck me.. I slowly bent over and leaned in and started to wipe the seat with my hand..
“I have nothing to wipe this up with I pleaded..”
Master then came up behind me and yanked my pants down to my ankles and started to push his dick against my asshole.. it slide in but still hurt. I was so nervous about someone catching us I just wanted it to finish.
“here lick it up.. lick up your mess you fucking pig slut” he pushed my head into the mess…
so here I was, bent over with my face in a pile of cum and getting my ass fucked. How did this happen? How did I get myself into this? I wasn’t licking the mess up and master didn’t seem to care. He was fucking my ass like he was trying to kill it. After about 2 minutes of hard fucking I sensed he was getting close to finishing.
“please don’t cum in me,” I pleaded
“shut your mouth you fucking slut. I will cum where I want” he replied
“do you have any std’s” I asked concerned as there were no condoms, but Master didn’t respond and he started to push hard hurting me..
“uhh, uggh, ugh, take it you bitch,” master slowly relaxed still deep inside me “ I don’t know if I have and std, I’ve never been tested. You gunna get tested in a month or so and tell me, I don’t have anything serious, they would tell you in jail.”
Wtf I thought?? Anyways.. I had done my part. He gave me back my wallet and promised to delete the video.. I didn’t really believe it. I kinda at that point new that my ordeal was not over. But I wanted out of the van as fast as I could. I quickly pulled up my pants and I got in my car and left.
When I got home I felt sick to my stomach, I went to the shower and didn’t get out for an hour. I washed and washed and washed, I couldn’t get clean. When I got out of the shower I noticed that I had a text message, it was master. Now that he had my info he knew who I was he had me pegged. The text was simply another video… I opened it and it was a video he took while he was fucking my ass.
“do you think I would let your sweet ass get away now did you?” the text read

My Master knows how hard for me is to sit still, no matter what trouble i get in lol He always makes me laugh when He points that out. But the word Lust is such a powerful word the way I know it for some time and the chase of it and there is constantly something I yearn from/with my Master. Such greedy pet my Lord but it's by Your cut, and she miss her Nightmare ;p.. just as well I can't resist and I have tried haha to sit still but why can't I stop thinking about what would make my Master hard and can't resist to do the things He likes and put myself in trouble and humiliation and corrupt for You. Myself and the others to... ughhh I know You are busy and I know it hasn't been long but my very insightful Master knows my dependence, my desire, His power over me...
either way I think when my Master notices His crawling slave again I think He will like what have I done on this trip ;p
mmmm I think i just was nostalgic like it Jas been sooo long when You had Your eyes on me
I've been very bad girl my Lord very very bad 

Good morning my Lord.. i hope after hearing my Master will be in a mood to stop punishing His little slave.. all she wants is just a little attention and path to continue.. hope I was a good girl and earned a little mercy from my Sadist and poked my veryy Angelic Master

i confess that i wish i had been born a girl, so that it would be a thousand times easier to become the owned sex slave that i want to be.

it's so hard to find a Master who wants me.

I read a recent article which asked whether the descendants of black slaves should sue the former slave owners for repatriations. I would like to ask the motherless community whether they agree this is a good thing.

There was a question as to who should receive the money, but I think some sort of black american college fund would be a good idea, so that smart young black people can go to the same colleges as smart people of other races.

Of course, this would open the door to all former colonies suing their former colonial masters for all the resource stealing, forced labour, genocide and general ass-fucking that occurred in the 17th and 18th centuries. The only problem with this is that the governments of the Western realms are broke as fuck, and all in debt to China and Russia.

What do you guys think?

Master peek peek peek loll.. your slave is in trouble!!! Oh god and just very wet and always craving You when in trouble!! Ohh fuck

My Master is so right i am such whore for His attention and His attention makes everything better. Is that bad my Lord? Is it bad i whored for having same and trade my limits for that, for that same desire? I do love when my Master gets all excited for His slave and daily wants to consume my mind and my body.. and yes i am being troubled little today with my whore task because idk have I earned what slave craves like i did while ago.. my Master painted me with His attention and made me more addicted.. and now I think I need to beg Him not to use that against me
this is how He sent me in walk

Hello, my girlfriend and I want to be slaves. We want to be forced to do whatever our master tells us. Gagged, beaten, electric shock, pussy torture. Whatever you think our fuck pig asses deserve.

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Yes Master I am your little cum whore, and mind fucked little slut just looking at you.. too nervous to say more but hope this will feed my Sadistic Master mind. And as I was bad and not jumping whit prude and bf.. i made similar situation and had bi watching us while she wanted so bad to be fucked, making her upset like i did with prude a little as bi likes one of the guys making myself in same time more feeling exposed.. and if my Master was in hare the other day and I hesitated I am so sorry my Lord.. you make me all dizzy and grasping for Your mood! I do want to impress my Lord and I do wanna try I am I promise.. and please just when You can a word of You not because I earned with this but when you can give me a breath please just because you can and means a lot to your slave.. i can say the vibe was like on my trip working them in the car with my bad mouth crashing in my house already wanting to fuck me.. rest details when You allow me to blush infront of you please do take this as my begging please.. crawling dragging at your feet all my submission over and over

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Devil Devil Devil!!! Hahaha do take a peek Your slave is in trouble!! Come on Master, are You perhaps grumpy or so?? Just join in a little!! Won't You?!? I have a sudden visitor!!!

Looking for a girl in minnesota into master/slave, rimming, watersports, etc.

Feel free to DM :)

M27 Dom/master guy looking for a good sub/slave girl, I'm based in Berlin looking for petite, skinny or thick sluts without a proper master that are in the zone and looking to become a good toy, I'm strong,196 cm tall ( 6ft) and willingly to do a lot of hardcore studd

I confess, Omegle is starting to really piss me off.

Is it so much to ask to find a female sub looking for a long-term slave/master arrangement over Windows Live Messenger?

I have been in a master/slave relationship with the guy my ex-girlfriend started dating after we broke up. She is into twinkish emo guys so I am not surprised that she left me and started dating him. I know this guy and I thought he was very cute. I have a huge foot fetish and he had very effeminate feet (no leg/foot hair, slender soles, long toes). One day he texted me and told me I had to cut off contact with my ex because she was no longer part of my life. Feeling humiliated, I decided then and there to ask him to dominate me and be my master. I offered him half of all of my paychecks to just let me worship his feet and be his foot slave. He agreed and I have been in his servitude for about three months now.

I go to his house and I lick his bare feet. I also tongue bathe his sandals. Sometimes I just lay beneath his desk with his soles on my face as he plays games. Once in a while I spend the night at his house. I lay at the end of his bed sideways under the blankets. He uses my body as a footwarmer for the whole night, pressing his soles into my stomach and sometimes crotch. I always call him Master and on occasion I do errands for him such as picking him up from college, etc. He has said that he wants to castrate me with his bare feet eventually and I said I would be open to it. However, I am probably not going to go through with this because it seems like the pain would override the pleasure. Nonetheless, this is my current situation: being dominated by an 18-year-old scene guy.

Hi motherless friends. I am looking for a master for the holidays to a slave for. You can have some real fun with me. I have family gatherings to go and I'm wondering what you would make me do. I am a 26 male and I have posted before so old friends are welcome to use me again.

I have this dark fantasy.

As i returned to Master after having refreshed my makeup back into the perfect state that Master expected and demanded after having given him a blowjob after his dinner as usual, Master was standing waiting by the Polaris UTV waiting for me, holding a gag harness up for me. It was the gag harness i hated most, it was a large penis gag with a that had a large ball at the end. It really forced to to focus on managing my breathing since it reached deep down into y throat when fully tightened. Obediently i approached him, kissed the gag as i had been trained to and opened my mouth wide to accept the penis gag deep into my mouth. As it lodged itself deep into my throat i relaxed my throat and focused on my breathing as i held my ponytail away to make it easier for Master to tighten the straps around my head. i heard him snap small padlocks to the straps securing the harness on me. Next he motioned for me to turn around so he could lock a pair of stainless steel cuffs on my wrists and then lock them tightly together. With a firm grip on my arm he led me up and into the passenger seat of the UTV before securing me in place with the seat belt. He then went back to his tent and retrieved a small bag that he placed in the back of the UTV and got in behind the wheel and drove off, deeper into the forest carefully to avoid obstacles. i had no idea where we were going or what was happening but i was so used to obeying my Master blindly these days and i had given up resisting and trying to disobey just over a year ago. Every time i had resisted there had been severe consequences and it felt like Master had been so many steps ahead of me every time that i eventually gave up and surrendered totally. It had started with chatting online but eventually He had enforced His control over me and overpowered me and took full control of my life. Master headed deeper and deeper into the forest and eventually we arrived at the foot of a small mountain where he stopped. He went around the UTV and came around to my side where he opened the backpack and locked a pair of stainless steel ankle cuffs over my pink high heeled boots. The heels are almost 5 inches but the heels are not a stiletto heel, that would be too impractical. There was a 4 inch hobble chain locked between the cuffs severely hobbling me. The seat belt is released and Master attaches a chain to my stainless steel collar and pulls me out of my seat and onto the soft ground. With no sounds or emotions Master starts walking towards the foot of the mountain and i have no choice but to follow hobbling along, but fortunately Master walked slowly so i can keep up even though it takes an effort to keep up. i focus so hard on keeping up, not stumbling and the huge penis gag that i am somewhat caught off guard when Master stops in front of a locked steel bar gate. As i look up to see why we stopped, Master pulls out a lock pick kit and impressively quickly opens the padlock and pulls the steel bar door open. He then pulls out a powerful flashlight and leads me inside the old mine, now i have to focus even more on the ground in my high heels so i am soon very disoriented and when Master stops after several turns and twists i am totally lost. Master pulls me closer to the rock wall and i hear a loud click in the silence, and Master takes a few steps back and focuses his flashlight on an iron ring secured to the rock wall and a padlock. From that padlock goes a right chain and at first i can’t put the clues together into a clear picture but eventually it dawns on me, Master has secured me to that iron ring deep inside the mine.
i look up at Master and finally he speaks.
-Well, i am sorry to say that here is where our ways separate. I have said many times that the biggest thrill for me is to find, break and then train the perfect sissy slave. When I achieve that point with a sissy slave I get bored, I was a bit disappointed that you broke so quickly and gave up. You once told me about your deepest and darkest fantasy and it was being chained up and left in a deep dark cave so enjoy my sissy and goodbye.
Master turned and simply walked away without turning back or another word. i was totally surprised and my mind was completely blank as Master disappeared with the flashlight. i tried to follow him but was stopped by the chain after just a step. i try to pull against it to reach the disappearing light but there is no give. As the light from the flashlight went around a corner the darkness became compact. Carefully i moved backwards to the wall to get some support as i struggled to understand what just happened. Did Master really mean it or was it a trick to test me. Surely it was. With the support of the rock wall i sank down to a sitting position since it is easy to lose balance in real dark places. i try to smooth my dress out under me as i sink to the hard stone floor but i can’t since my hands are locked behind me. i listen intensely for Masters' footsteps as he returns for me. Surely he was just testing me. Of course he was, he’ll come back for me. Won’t he?

Looking for a sub that needs a master. It will involve daily communication, toe, videos and pictures. Any age or body type it doesnt matter to me. As sub you will be my personal slave to use and abuse as i wish anytime i wish. Anyone interested please inbox me

So a couple months ago, I, a 35 y/o male, fucked a blonde, 20 something college girl. Lemme tell you, there's nothing quite like it.

I was on vacation for a few weeks, I work as a general contractor and make good money, been with this company for a bit over a decade. I've never been one to take vacation days just because the days I have off are good enough and I enjoy my job, but I decided why not go to a resort? So I went to a resort in Hawaii and managed to do some stuff I've never been able to, mainly spearfishing and surfing. Been single for about 6 years, so I've got no strings attached.

I met this girl at the bar, she was with some friends of hers drinking next to me. She had dirty blonde hair, nice figure, great tits, and an extremely cute face. She must've been about 5 foot 1. I wish I could remember her name but I was a bit drunk and it all happened so fast, I think her name was Alexandra or Andrea, I know it started with an A.

Anyways, she had come down with her friends to enjoy the last few weeks of summer before college starts again. From the way she spoke I could tell she was from New England, maybe Connecticut. I asked her where she was going and she said Yale Medical School, she wanted to be a doctor. Damn, hot and smart.

Eventually we started flirting a bit, drank more, and danced a bit. Long story short, she eventually came up to my room. Now is the good stuff.

When we entered she immediately demanded I give her a bubble bath. It was weird, but whatevs, so we went to the tub, undressed, she put her hair in a bun since she didn't want it wet, and I gave her a bath, soaped her up and scrubbed her good, and even joined her in the tub. She pleasured me a bit, giving me some strokes with her hands, and even gave me a bit of a footjob, which is heaven for a guy who loves feet like me.

After we finished and got dried off, she jumped on the bed, took her hair out of the bun, and laid down all sexy and shit. I could tell she was experienced with this. Good, so am I.

So, I laid down next to her, kissing her and running my tongue on her face and neck. She loved it. Soon, she was laying her head on my chest, licking it, and clutching my cock like a handle while I stuck my fingers in her clit with one hand and fondled her tits with the other. Good foreplay like that is hard to come by, and she played well.

Eventually we got tired of that and I ordered her to start giving me a BJ. She started giggling and said that she's never been ordered around before and that she kind of likes it. She did as she was told and sucked on my dick like a lolipop, but she didn't forget about my balls either, she rubbed and licked them good as well. She then laid on her back and ordered me to do the same to her, so I gave her clit a nice licking. Her pussy juices were like nectar, very pleasing to the tongue I must say.

Once that was finished, I sat up and began reaching for a condom, but she grabbed by hand and told me she wanted to feel me raw (without one). I told her that if I went into her raw I wouldn't want to come out and she said so be it, that she knows her menstruation clock well and ovulated already, plus she has morning after pills with her. So I pushed my cock into her.

Her face contained so many emotions. Shock, pleasure, pain, etc. It was unreal. I began fucking her slowly at first, then started faster and faster until I was certain that I was causing her just as much pain as I was pleasure, but she loved it. She began clutching me for dear life and moaning like crazy. It was funny hearing her, it went "ooohhh....ohh-OOOOH!!! AAIGH!!!....oh god....AAAAAAOOOHHH!!!". I myself was roaring like an animal. I grabbed her by the hair and ordered her to look in my eyes, which she did. I asked her who her daddy was and she yelled "YOU'RE MY DADDY!!!" She then started kissing me and held on to my lips, so her moans were all muffled. Nice sound that is. I love submissive girls.

Then we reached our climaxes and I came inside her. I didn't want to, but I told her very clearly that I would if she didn't want me wearing a condom. She just started laughing and told me she liked having a part of me inside her. Besides, she said, the risks of her getting pregnant are very low given the time of the month, and she has birth control anyways. I just laughed, shook my head, and grabbed her foot and playfully bit it.

She then demanded more. More of what, I asked. I thrashed her pussy like mad, what more? She told me to think. I knew what she wanted. So I grabbed her by the neck, told her she was a bad girl, then grabbed her body and flipped her on her belly, positioning my dick near her ass. She hunched over doggy style and said "be gentle". Knowing the risks of anal, I said of course, and pushed into her.

Her ass held my dick like a damn vice for a few minutes before relaxing down, after which I began thrusting. I made sure to go slow and not rush, and she seemed compliant with that. It was a good feeling, but after going slow for so long it started getting a bit boring. Her moans were different, like they were experiencing something new and unfamiliar and were getting a sense of whether she liked it or not. Eventually, she said "faster". So I went faster. "no, faster", she said. I told her I didn't want to put her in the hospital. She said that if pleasuring myself meant putting her in the hospital, so be it. She said that right now, I was her master and she was my slave. Damn son.

So I fucked her more roughly and faster. As fast as I did her pussy, fast enough to where I was making her moan loudly and I was getting fun out of it. She was moaning like a little puppy. Anal's a funny way of fucking, it feels a bit weird but can be good in it's own way if you practice enough. I eventually came in her ass, then grabbed her by the hair and kissed her neck. She held up well, said she never tried anal before and liked the feeling. I told her that's what a prostate exam feels like and she laughed.

We were tired out of our minds and laid down together under the covers. She held me tightly like a teddy bear and played footsie with me while I had my arm around her. There's nothing like that feeling of snuggling with a hot girl nude like that. She asked if she could spend the night. I said of course, and we fell asleep like that.

When I awoke she was gone, but she left a note saying thanks for the good time. I also saw she left a lipstick kiss right on my stomach. I hope she does well that girl. I wish I had kept in touch with her, she would make a great girlfriend, maybe even a wife someday. Oh well, what's done is done, no sense crying about it.

So, waddya think? This is it btw, I'm not gonna hold the story for ransom just for some up votes from you guys.

Just my head is having trouble to understand how so I can't get one message and in same time trying to understand and respect how You are. You know it's a little message lol.. something precious to the slave. Ive been told that I am wanted and very good in my devotion. So not getting a message is a little odd. Just simple very simple desire. That's why so important to know am I doing well considering on the past and my spamming ajd being mad and stuff. Does this feel better Master? Like an e mail?

I confess, I am a 19 year old white man who wants a committed master or mistress to use me as their slave. I do not mean to be used once then done. I would like a long relationship with communications through here or email, and occasional camming. I am very submissive and well trained. Please reply or message me directly Sirs and Ma'ams.

Prof keeps asking when and the teacher messaged to lol.. I’m getting in trouble again :p
thought maybe to wear this dress for my date with her my Lord, slave is all ready and well have some new thoughts that you might like. Actually my Master inspired me for a lot.. I think i was a little dumbass again lol… oh and i can cash I gave it a thought.. actually wanted to tell you the other day but you were busy.. a little sad that my Master feels unwell. Hope by tomorrow you feel all better and let me make it up for you. Because I can’t be selfish at all x.. 
I know you are unwell but if you find strength for one message before i start my task tomorrow would be perfect x

White master in centralflorida looking for a new slave to own no guys women only experience preferred but willing to, train I can relocate you here to me

Just beg for my Master the way it was, just a little talk and just to have fun and negotiate.. it’s such a big task for Your slave and always need my Master to be playful. What would he ask to stop being difficult on me? :P

I confess that for the past few months I have been in an online master slave relationship with this Australian girl. She was into some pretty fucked up stuff like me ordering her to stuff her ass with whatever she could find and then she would send me pictures of herself.
At first I only made her take a few cans in, but as I got less timid I got her taking on whole traffic cones in her ass.
One time I got her to stick a balloon up insider her and then attach the hose to it. She then turned the hose on high filling up the balloon and just sitting like that until I let her pull the hose out letting all the water flow out in one huge whoosh out of her ass.

Well the reason why I am confessing this now is cause today she just deleted her profile on the site we met on and changed her Steam account name and I already miss her
So if you do see this I have a hug and a massive dildo for you

Hey guys so question

ok so i'm 18 and really want to get into BDSM but i have no idea where to start so i guess my question would be were would be the best place to find a teacher not a master slave relationship but a mutual one where someone teaches me about the life so i can decide weather i want to be a master or a slave i don't mind whether it's a man or a woman i am straight but since i'm going to be learning i don't think gender matters i'm based in the midlands in the uk specifically in Worcester but i can travel to Birmingham

please get in touch if you have any suggestions

Black daddy looking for a shy but adorable adventurous Female (22-65)
new to the bdsm lifestyle and very curious/eager/ interested in becoming a Deep Throat slave /throat toy/throat pig 🐷 in western Massachusetts USA 🇺🇸 areas.

I’m looking for a throat virgin. Someone who wants to let me take her throat virginity someone who wants to lose her gag reflex, a female, who is addicted to dick sucking.

I’m looking for that very special hypersexual always horny loves to masturbate loves watching interracial porn type of female pussy gets wet when thinking about being fucked in the throat and is very interested a throat, slave or throat pig for black master.

Are you at female who is very interested in being a throat slave think you can be dedicated to the intense throat training?

Are you a hobby who wants to loan a black man, his wife for long-term throat training?  

Do you want to watch the progress of the throat training or do you want to see a video of it or hear it over the phone?

In the Warren Belchertown Palmer, Massachusetts areas let’s chat and see if we can vibe together.

put Throat Slave or Throat Pig in the subject line 

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Jamilla’s crucifixion

Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

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S.P.I.R.I.T. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Interactive Tradition
SPIRIT is a genre of heterosexual erotica involving dominant whites exercising their social southern tradition of sexual rights over respectfully submissive blacks who are willing servants, not slaves, and always answer their dominators with "Sir" or "Ma'am", but never "Master".
Although the terms nigger, niggerbull, boy, niggerlupa, bitch, girl, whore, are accepted as standard designations, domination never involves humiliation or physical abuse (such as gagging, slapping, choking, suffocating, spitting, cumming anywhere outside of a woman, pussy/ass to mouth, homosexual acts, etc.) as the niggers are always treated as valued breeding stock and pets. Complete submission is always achieved upon the firm gentile grip of a white person's hand upon a nigger's genitals and then upon the nigger's head exhibiting the social authority of white power as the nigger goes down to their knees to give head in the sacred act of nigger communion.
The practice of albadominus (white sexual dominance) is enabled by the lifestyle of nigerservus (black sexual service) in which blacks accept their social purpose of sexual subservience to be the natural result of ancestral breeding on the southern plantations. As the careful breeding of enslaved black women had produced black bitches who could not resist white cock, so too had such breeding inadvertently produced niggerbulls aroused by the sight of the plantation pairing with their nigger wives while never being able to resist the lure of a white cunt. As the genetic disposition of the black bitch predisposes her to sexually seek the personal comfort of the social protection and provision that can only be provided by a white man (socially referred to as white power), the black bitch always experiences powerful orgasms from the idealistic fantasy of being safely owned by a white man along with the actual sense of complete security that she can only experience from having the white man's cock deep inside her. Likewise, as the genetic disposition of the niggerbull predisposes him to be a committed servant and protector of the white woman, nothing arouses the niggerbull more than feeding at the white cunt of life before devoutly offering his massive load of niggerseed at the pleasure of the dominant white woman.

S.P.I.R.A.L. - Southern Plantation InterRacial Antebellum Lifestyle
SPIRAL is a sub-genre of SPIRIT pertaining to niggers who choose to give up their jobs and possessions to go live naked (though not barefoot) on southern plantations where they are taken care of as breeding stock.
Divided into house niggers and field niggers, house niggers live in the big house and perform casual housework tasks in addition to their sexual obligations while field niggers live in the stables and perform casual gardening tasks in addition to their sexual obligations. SPIRAL also takes place away from the plantations in the urban centers where single niggers and nigger couples live with their white homeowners. SPIRAL ultimately occurs in secret, off of the road, niggertowns, where every household has niggers who regularly walk about the town naked and where niggerbreeding is at the foundation of the local economy.

S.P.A.M.M. - Swirl Pearls And Mature Mandingos
SPAMM is the SPIRIT sub-genre of spoiled, interracial desiring (swirl), petite teen white girls (pearls), sexually dominating mature Mandingos (M&Ms) whose duty to them is to protect and serve them addressing them as princesses.
Any conceptions to occur results in the pearls deciding the fates of the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

P B & J - Polar Bears & Jungle Bunnies
PB&J is the sub-genre of SPIRIT erotica pertaining to stout mature white men (polar bears) sexually dominating and breeding willing younger black women (jungle bunnies) usually with both of them in their socks and t-shirts in front of the jungle bunnies' nigger husbands.
Jungle bunnies always have un-straitened hair and hair surrounding their vaginas and refer to their first polar bear as 'Sire' as he will always retain primary sexual rights to her and will present her with a collar that she will always proudly wear in acknowledgement of his rights over her.
When a sexually active black woman is taken by a white man for the very first time, the event is referred to as being an A.R. or Antebellum Reunion in which the black woman is said to have been 'restored' to her proper place and function.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the bear and the bunny. This modernized honored southern tradition is known as niggerbreeding and allows the polar bear to form partnerships with several jungle bunnies to provide an adequate source of income on the black market for both himself and their families who acknowledge his white seed and white power as making him their household's primary income provider as well as the actual man of the house.

B.A.J. - Buckras And Jungle Bunnies
The BAJ SPIRIT sub-genre celebrates the coming of age tradition of virgin teen white boys (buckras) encouraged by their fathers to sexually dominate and breed a grown jungle bunny in front of her nigger husband to earn the badge of white manhood for which it is always a great honor for the jungle bunny to have been utilized in enabling a white boy to become a white man.
On very rare occasions, a buckra may actually meet the challenge of earning his badge of white manhood through a disrespectful black woman with whom he will seduce into submission to having an A.R. to teach her proper respect and restore her to her proper place and function in front of her nigger husband (if she's married). On such rare occasions, the restored niggress will usually become the devoted black bitch of the young buckra who thereby becomes her sire.
Any conceptions to occur results in the sale of the zygotes to an underground adoption agency for $10,000 to be divided between the buckra and the bunny unless the bunny is a restored married niggress who enthusiastically accepts the honor of baring and raising her young sire's child.

Avrila
The Avrila is the SPIRIT sub-genre celebrating the coming of age tradition of teen black girls who are presented by their mothers for deflowering by polar bears to officially become proud black bitches.
If the mother is without a polar bear to call upon, when time and finances allow, the mothers will coach their daughters while they're vacationing out of town at a motel or hotel on how to present themselves to an available white man for deflowering.
Any conceptions to occur results in the black bitches keeping their babies with no involvement from the fathers unless the black bitch is fortunate enough to become the personal breeding bitch of her deflowerer who then becomes her sire.

Real Queens of Spades
The sub-genre of SPIRIT for Real Queens of Spades refers to established white women known as either queens or albadoms sexually dominating niggerbulls for pleasure and occasional breeding.
The symbol of the queens is a crown atop of a spade bearing the emblem of a 'Q' and usually displayed at the center of a Confederate flag.
Niggerbulls often serve as butlers wearing bowties, tight t-shirts, and footwear, at albadom functions casually providing them with head upon demand. The niggerbulls are usually trained in the service of the Daughters of Freya, a religious fertility cult of white women devoted to the goddess Freya by maintaining stables of devout niggerbulls trained to worship white women as goddesses for sexual pleasure and breeding and holding every act of giving or receiving head from the white goddesses as being the giving of a blessing. Other niggerbulls are trained by albadoms; independent white women who train niggers from off of the streets to become devoted niggerbulls.
Any conceptions to occur from breeding results in the queens keeping the babies with no involvement from the fathers.

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feeding dog is solution. i saw one of girl on cyber world talking about how she sex

when it comes to mating season to male dog usually horny they grab some things with two leg

start moving their hips towards backwards . some of master do favor using towels

but many of them just spend doggy cut their ball out not to reproduce babe

one of girl found solution to her timezone of horny dog mating season

dog usually attract to girls pheromone whatever spicies it is

they start on licking mmm.. tasting but they like to taste more barely

they sometimes take panties off to lick freely and after they satisfy when girls make right position

they tries to insert their huge horny dick and they bark if girls not accepting his mating not to dog who knows who are master

but there's noob dog actually dog are not that smart .. yeah and start stick two leg stands with other two back leg

start moving .. and when they reach pussy small holes they move crazily cum full filling

make all his penis in banging with two ball covered with fur

they don't stop whatever girls shouting trys to move doggy out when they finish

they bark bark start licking girls lips and lick creampie filled pussy lead organism again

and make girl to be their mating organs changes virginia shape to their dick until

that girl become slave of doggy cock

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