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Eine Lieferung an Minderjährige ist nicht möglich
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What would happen, I wondered, if I told my therapist everything? Would he even believe it? Believe that my mother was a prostitute? My father regularly belting my bared breasts and worse? Believe my compulsive need to be bound and used by hard women just so I can have some sexual relief?
The belts hold my arms wrenched behind the heavy chair, and my ankles are similarly strapped. I'm not naked, but might as well be, the position thrusting into lewd prominence all my female assets. The therapist circles me, the black leather crop hanging loose. I cringe, squealing as it slaps against the…mehr

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What would happen, I wondered, if I told my therapist everything? Would he even believe it? Believe that my mother was a prostitute? My father regularly belting my bared breasts and worse? Believe my compulsive need to be bound and used by hard women just so I can have some sexual relief?

The belts hold my arms wrenched behind the heavy chair, and my ankles are similarly strapped. I'm not naked, but might as well be, the position thrusting into lewd prominence all my female assets. The therapist circles me, the black leather crop hanging loose. I cringe, squealing as it slaps against the chair, inches from my thigh. The therapist's voice has a chillingly Nazi quality to it.

"Vee start furst, I think, viz the thighs."


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My earliest sexy memory is of discovering a paperback hidden behind the leather-bound books filling the spotless bookcases in my father's sprawling house. The paperback opened with a scene of a woman being tied to her bed by a detective recreating the woman's rape so he could photograph it "for evidence". It made me wet and I wasn't really even sure how sex worked yet.

Later on, I would tie myself up when my parents weren't home, rubbing my crotch on the bed until I came. It wasn't until after college that I got up the courage to look for a bondage partner for real. And discovered that in most cases the real thing is a pale imitation of what one imagines. So I took up writing about my sexual fantasies. Wrote extensively for a now defunct website, StoryBondage.com. And now for you, here.

If you're a submissive, remember to ONLY play in public places or privately with people you know well. ALWAYS let someone else know where you are and when to expect you back. There are a lot of sick fucks out there. Some of whom I write about.