Aunt Brenda Teaches Millie About The BDSM Lifestyle: The bdsm lifestyle, or in other words, the world of kink bdsm, is not for the faint of heart. You have to be open to the creativity and the sexiness that come with the pleasures of bdsm and bdsm sex.
Millie was my muse, my model, and my marvelous submissive, and I enjoyed teaching him about the BDSM lifestyle. He came into my life by accident, though I believe that some things in life, like what seems like spontaneous meetings, were meant to happen. I bumped into him in the street, and he knocked the coffee out of my hand. He was so sorry that I told him that to make it up to me, he would have to come over to my house for dinner.
Upon his arrival at my beautiful home, I told him to take his dirty shoes off, which he did. Then I told him that I want him to remove all of his clothes because I am allergic and very sensitive to the pollen and dander that falls on clothes from the outside, and though he appeared a bit hesitant, he disrobed down to his underwear. I walked over to him and pulled him gently towards me by his left ear, and I whispered in it and said to him, “Did I stutter or did you not hear me when I said to disrobe?” Scared and shaking, he did as he was told, and as his underwear slid down past his genitals, I witnessed the meatiness of his cock. Without waiting for his underwear to fall to his knees, I grabbed him by his cock and balls at the same time and gave them a slight tug. I told him that he will be my little pet, and he won’t need a leash because I already have him by the cockatoo and balls.
I walked him around my loft as if he were a puppy on a leash; after all, he was my little boy’s pet. He grew harder and longer, stiffer and wetter, and I told him to control the caustic as it dribbled down my hand, and he professed that it was literally hard because of the way my perfectly manicured nails and soft hands manipulated his dickens.
He begged to cum as I pulled and yanked on his cock as if it were a ragdoll, and he was denied orgasm every single time. It is important for him to know that once I grasp my hands on something or someone, there is nothing in the world that would make me let go of my grip.
After much pathetic begging, I decided to have some mercy on him, and I allowed him to pull, and when he did, he shot it out like an arrow aiming at its target in a lush, thick green forest. He then rapidly collapsed to the floor and fell asleep like a big baby, probably dreaming about the way that he had been royally jerked off by me. Click Here
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