High Voltage/Domination

From Create Your Own Story

I clicked on the domination link and found a video with a blonde girl that looked hot. I turned the volume low on the computer, killed the lights in the room, kneeled on the bed, and sat on my feet.

The blonde girl was sitting on a chair, naked a crying. A man held the camera uneasily as he taunted her. Her legs were tied to the two front legs of the chair and her hands were tied behind her back. The mans hand appeared and slowly touched her clit. She tried to move away from him but she couldn't. I slid my panties off, and let my fingers run in small circles over my clit.

The camera switched hands and now the tormentor could be seen. He was also naked and he started forcing his dick into her mouth. She tried her hardest to keep her mouth shut, but then he would hold her nose, forcing her to open her mouth for air, but instead of air, she just got his dick. This wasn't really my cup of tea. I skipped ahead a few minutes.

The blonde was now tied on a bed, blindfolded. The man pinched and twisted her nipples and groped at her breasts. I squeezed my on nipples and felt a surge of excitement rush through my body. This seemed wrong. I was getting turned on by watching another girl get dominated and used, but I was just as vulnerable as she was.

The man got onto the bed and started thrusting into the girl. Her pleas for help gradually stopped and she started begging him to keep fucking her. I flicked a small switch on the base of the vibrator and it began humming. I slowly inserted it into myself. I gasped as it began to tickle me from the inside. I glanced at the screen, and wondered what it would feel like to just give someone else control like that. The girl on screen seemed to enjoy it, but of course it wasn't real.

My own pleasure was intense. And building. I grabbed my pillow with my left hand and covered my face. I could no longer see the screen, but I could hear the man. "You little slut," he said, "You like this don't you?"

I couldn't hear the girl's response. It was as if he was talking to me.

"I can't hear you, bitch," he said again.

"Yes," I managed to say between gasps, answering the man.

"That's right slut," he said.

I squealed when he called me a slut. It felt so dirty, but I liked it. I took the pillow off my face and moved it under my head. I didn't need a mirror to tell me I was smiling again. I shut down the computer and turned off the vibrator. With the humming gone, the room was silent, save for my heavy breathing as I drifted off into sleep.


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