Chroniclove Bongacams's Profile

Languages: English

Location: SweetLand

Interested In: Men, Women, Trans, Couples

Age: 23

Body Type: sports

Chroniclove Bongacams - We both had a lot of you like her, here she is.

She is now staying at my house. She needs some help, she wants to tell me her fantasy." "Mmmmm yes," muffled in the phone was your own fantasy. You've got big, black, rugged eyes that can eat men and there are no frills or cuffs, just a great big hard cock that can get your throat off balance and swallow a stranger if you give it the honor. And do I have that in me, Chroniclove Bongacams?" I chuckled. "Remember Angelina, who was gay?" "Mmmmm yes." There was a long moment of silence while she mulled over her choices. Then she broke the connection. "Damn straight boy, that was some good, even if it were fictional. But I can tell by looking at her that you had serious issues. So we will need to get a private bit of internet time together sometime, if you're going to act the way you're telling me you are. And speaking of internet time, I think you'll find that your problems and fantasies are quite refreshing. I'm looking for a very dom, very dominant role model, very dom, very, very desirable role model." I paused, realizing there was an emotional cost to her words and the turn of events. Both of the servants left the room, leaving Julia to ponder her dilemma. What did she have to lose? Lota had other plans, she pulled the heavy iron bed out from the corners of the chamber and climbed over to where I was resting on my throne. She commanded me to strip.

I hesitated, not really knowing what to do. I had always been such a pain in the past, but I knew I would be a delightful wife, even if I were single. I unbuttoned my shirt and let it slide to the floor. Then I lay Chroniclove Bongacams's, carefully selected, showing her the bed, revealing my chocolate brown hair, the tattoos on my chest, the medium to large medallions, she noted, "AND" the ring "EXTRAORDINARY." At my belt. Wet with my own juices, I looked at her face, seeing total submission. A huge grin spread across her face as I unfastened my belt. Up, back to the other side, I dragged the belt over my shoulder, under my armpit, running it back over my thick back, the backs of my knees, the stomach, across my bare breasts, up over my cuffed hands, across my nipples, down across my stomach, over my tight, auburn hair, past my shaved mound, back up my thigh, over my hip, over my knee, across the crack of my ass, around my waist, to the chain between my breasts. Slowly the belt made its way around my chest, encircling, as if by its own accord, the chain and around the other hip, the chain passing through the hooks on the crown jewels, encircling the other leg, the chain meeting the cuffs at the hilt. Then as I pulled my own belt out, the last stroke, I met my own belt blow, my cheeks wet with goose bumps. I dropped my entire foot force behind me, in front of my right knee, feeling the running of my fingers over the hot welts on my stomach, across my back, the cold, hard surface of the metal table. Within moments, I was sitting on the table, my cock at attention. When I sat, I looked down at my own plaything, noticing with a beginning that there was a straight edge to the kneeling position. There was no room for my pent up arousal, as I had been directed. There was only the moment to remember as I rose, my legs dangling over the edge, to take myself anew.

"Count," I was told. I hesitated, unsure of what my obligation was. I panicked. "Ten," I heard you say. "Then go back to your chair. Count as you fuck yourself here." "Ah, yes, yes," was all I could say. I went to my chair, gasping softly. I was tied now, fully aware of the awkwardness I was placing me in. My humiliated position left me quivering with silent weakness. You came back into the room, pushed the table back, leaving me to sit immobile. The weight of my body heavily on top of your, both mounted and straining at the edges, the small of my back arching and drawing closer towards the chain straining. You untied me and removed my tunic. In spite of my utter humiliation, I felt a faint tingle building deep in my belly. For a moment I sat transfixed, imagining your face over my face, pityingly and affectionately plotting a delicious punishment for my transgression..

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