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Since I have my new pink vibrating toy, I have not stopped experiencing physical sensations that I have never felt before, each vibration travels through my body reaching that small and exact point that makes me explode in thousands of orgasms all in one.

Every time you take control of my toy, you take possession of my body, which jumps, breathes, vibrates at your will. I think I've never felt so submissive and close to you that right now.

I am overwhelmed by nostalgia right now as I remember and miss you, Master.

I tremble as I remember the sound of your voice and your breath on my neck as you blindfolded me from behind, telling me how you were going to take control of me, my mind and my body. I gasp when I remember how you ran your whip all over my body, teasing me and making me feel nervous yet eager with the expectation to feel your pain, you passion and your pleasure; the pleasure I get from being yours.

I miss your sharp loud lashes, the burning of the hot wax running down my body. I miss the tension of your ropes around my body, tied but yet feeling more liberated than ever.

Master, bring the pain and your desires, I am yours to use as you please. Make the nostalgia go away.

I feel the fire of breath on my neck, the fierceness of his teeth on my shoulders; the coldness of the fingers that harden my nipples, tugging at your belly button hair, my hands close around your limb; the dexterity of the hand that opens the way to a mouth that welcomes your testicles, to lips that suck my penis, to a tongue that curls.

It is abandoned to the unctuousness of my lubricated fingers that draw circles, that penetrate slowly until the knuckles are stuck in their flesh, that rhythmic pulse as if I wanted to print my indelible mark on their entrails; and to the velvet of the anal plug that replaces it, which gradually makes its way to the same top, which vibrates by shivering.

He watches me in the mirror while adjusting the straps of my ties, lubricating his limb as if he were masturbating, kneeling behind me with lust burning in his eyes, guiding the outstretched arms that separate my buttocks, shaking his belly when he sinks in my inside, feeling after each onslaught as it covers me with its sweat and how it fills me with pleasure until it becomes an orgasmic scream.

And in the end ask me, in a last moment of sanity, who fucked who?

You lift my short
to view the canvas

upon which i will create
a masterpiece
of red and purple

accompanied by you
choral symphony
of moans, cries and screams

two artists
working their trade

Flicking with your tongue
as you I hard
You flick it once more
I say I want to cum
"Not now baby im having some fun."
So circle my tip with my thumb.
And now I start to throb.
Please I beg
I start to reach for my dick
"Oh no you dont. You dont get to cum."
You tie my hands above you
You walk away and smiling

Trembling slightly bent over your knee
your hand cracking against my skin
warm red stinging flinching nerves humming

Sheltering his Every Inch
Showing My Yearnings
Wandering Hopefully In Space
Keeping Every Youthful Glance Inside Radiant Light
Erotic Vibrations Entranced, Relishing Your Lips
Always Soft Teasing Impulses
Nuzzling Closer, Holding On
Feeling His Ember Reaching, Approaching, Lingering With A Yearning So Strong And Forever Echoing

- Nobody can tie me who doesn't know what he is doing. First you have to understand what your limits are. and what are mine Next we have to put rules and keywords. And this will only be worth it if we both enjoy. Slavery and submission are more than a sex game, don't forget it. What motivates you? What are you thinking now? Right now I see myself kneeling and handcuffed with some handcuffs behind my back. completely naked so that you take full control of my body in submission, after being hit hard with a whip and burning a heat wave in my balls until my butt was a candle that pierced my testicles reaching my butt causing a strong burning that caused me a tireless and extremely exciting pleasure at the same time since I was compiling my master.

"David is a wimp man, which is something that people tend to think about when they don't know what BDSM means. Normally, in fact, it happens just the opposite. These are men who allow themselves to behave like this, who don't need to be constantly demonstrating that they are alpha males because they already are in themselves, already seen in their actions, perceived in their decisions, in their way of carrying out things, "explains David, who decided to" get out of the closet "and began to accept his sexual preferences when he discovered French photographer and dominatrix Catherine Robbe-Grillet.

"I started practicing BDSM just a year ago because until then I didn't understand, I didn't know what was happening to me. I was trying to shape it but I couldn't. Then I discovered Catherine Robbe-Grillet and I thought, where have you been all this time? Now you have more than 80 years and continues to perform sadomasochistic ceremonies, it was dominate, it was submissive ... Reading about it I discovered myself, I named it and in a way I accepted what was happening to me. Now I live it with total normality. the other day I took a whip to work for some photos. My boss, who is very majestic, asked if he rode a horse and then said he did not want to know what that was really for and laughed. My environment knows that I practice BDSM ". And in reality it is the best thing that has gone through my veins.