Valerie on an Island

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Valerie on an IslandI’ve been here at the house for about a week. It sits on the side a hill overlooking a valley of trees and shrubs, some farmland, the nearest house is a half a mile away. The room that I’m kept in has a little window and it’s been breezy and cool with a bright sun almost every day.It’s an old house and the walls seem to be two feet think in most places. That along with the metal bars on the windows gives it the feel of a cell, although a very nice cell. A large metal four poster bed, covered in silky sheets and pillows and a dresser and a large mirrored closet loaded with women’s shoes and clothes. How he got me to agree to this I don’t know. Maybe because he was such a cool guy, handsome, smart, funny, wealthy and perverted. A perfect combination. I had turned him down on the offer three or four times in the past. But now I trusted him. After those few times we met in his midtown hotel room while he was traveling.I didn’t feel as awkward as when he had first met me and we had a crazy afternoon/ evening of super-fetishy sex- stockings, garters, heels, bondage, lots of cock-sucking (mostly me devouring his huge dick – more about that internet casino in a moment) and the shivery thrill of having a man unload his balls onto my stocking feet just broke a lot of barriers for me. So, I liked the sick pervert. But having him basically k**nap me and keep me for his own here in a vacation home in fuck-all nowhere is taking some getting used to. I mean, I’m well taken care of- I don’t want to complain too hard because I’m certainly being paid an awful lot of attention (and money). As a matter of fact I only have another few minutes before I need to report to the basement for the regular early evening session. He’s been tinkering around down there for about an hour now and I hear all kinds of scary metal scaffolding sounds coming up. It’s best not for me to think too much about how I’ll probably end up 40 minutes from now. Yesterday I spent an hour with my ankles attached to a spreader bar, hanging upside down with my hands tied behind my back. He tortured my as with and inflatable plug and whipped my feet with a thin cane until he blasted his dirty load into my face. The days have been really nice actually. I wake up mid-morning güvenilir casino and have about an hour or two to myself to do whatever I’d like but by noon I need to be fully prepped- shaved, made-up and wig. At that he point he decides what I’m going to wear and after watching me get dressed (stroking that big cock through his shorts) he releases me into the house as a combination maid, companion and jerk off slave. He might set me off doing some straightening up and after watching me reach up and feather-dust the cabinets in my stiletto heels or bend down to get something out from under the couch while he checks out the tops of my nylons and my exposed, shaved asshole, he might just have me come over and suck and jerk him until he shoots his load onto me feet. Then I’m walking around in spunk-covered nylons for awhile until he gets another boner and I’ve got to deal with it. It’s a pretty sweet deal. He is paying me a pretty respectable amount so I can certainly live with his commanding personality and perverse imagination. But as some point I block him out and he just becomes an erection. There’s a man behind it but he just happens to casino firmalari be standing there- it’s the cock that’s completely in control. i serve it and want it to be happy. And his cock is so fucking hot. It’s not really so long as it is obscene- a large smooth purple helmet, veiny shaft with a backward curve that makes it look angry when it’s hard. And his slightly hairy body. Oh my god. I shouldn’t think about it.Once he comes he turns into a sweet teddy bear but before that- holy shit. What a mean, demanding asshole. It can be super humiliating. This big hairy man commanding me and using me as his personal fuck toy. I’m on my knees in tears as he scolds me with his big stiff cock right in my face. It’s really a sick power trip. But then I love to beg and plead so it works out pretty well.Tying me up and doing unspeakable things to me. He really goes too far sometimes. Crazy how that turns me on. He keeps pushing me into this zone where I become a depraved cock slave who’ll do almost any sick thing he wants. Up on my pretty tip-toes as he pushes that cock up into me over and over. But he’s not drawing blood and he mostly just wants to play with my stocking feet and cum on them- and I’m all for that.OK- I have to go. Black nylons, heels, short skirt, cock ring, tight top with smallish fake tits- I have a bondage/ stewardess thing going on. And a half an erection. I’m in big trouble.

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Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

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