Someone I know challenged me to write this. They had found my Fact Sheets in the old site and wondered if I was into certain things. NO. But then I was challenged to write this because they were not convinced that I could if I were not into it.
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It felt as though it had been at least a day since she had woken up in the place. The leather was rubbing her wrists and ankles raw where she was straining against it. She had been able to get a glimpse under the mask once. Her keeper had seen her and had pulled a hood over her, enclosing her in utter darkness that soon smelled like her stale breath.
She had been there long enough that she had peed herself several times. The first time, she screamed to let her go to the bathroom. She had heard laughter. That was when the first cock had gone into her. He had not been lubed up and pushed into her pussy. He had been deep and fast and she could not help it when her bladder had let go.
The bench she was strapped to could be moved a little, changing her arms and legs a little. It didn’t matter. Her ass was still in the air, the smell of her own piss bad even through her hood.
She had to shit. She had to really shit. She knew what they had done when she had wanted to pee. She kept her mouth as closed as she could when the need to poo became strong. »Read More