Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Last night at a BDSM club, a Master approached me and asked if I’d like to put on a show with him. I’ve been Domming so many boys at work that I thought it would be a good idea to give up control to someone else for the night, so I agreed without even asking him what kind of session he had in mind.
“Do you have any limits? A safe word?” I smiled when he asked. I hoped he planned on making me use my safe word like I push my boy toys. I shook my head to the limits and told him my safe word was ‘red.’ “Good, let’s see how my chunky rope bitch squirts for the crowd.”
A Suspended Krysta Squirts
I chuckled. I’m not an easy girl to make squirt. In fact, it had only ever happened once before in my life…before last night, at least. Nevertheless, the Master was very skilled. I looked over the giant St Andrew’s cross as we stepped onto the stage. “Undress for me, bitch.” I did as he asked while watching him unravel long bundles of black-colored silk rope.
He started by asking me to lift my arms up and out. Next, he wound the ropes around my wrists and down my forearms, making it impossible for me to pull my arms away from the cross or down below my head. Then he twisted and tangled new knots under my tits. They hugged over my ribs and made me feel safe and secure. Next, he looped the rope under my knees. Then, carefully, he pulled my right knee up to my side and used more twine to trap my leg in that position.
He then ensured my left leg mirrored my right, and I felt totally exposed. My pussy was spread open by my dangling position, and a crowd had started to form now that he had me safely suspended. My heart began pounding hard when I saw him plug in the Hitachi and flick the long cord behind him. His other hand held a long stick with a fat dildo duck tapped to the end of it. “I won’t stop till you drench this stage, cunt.” I moaned at his promise and screamed as he pressed the Hitachi tight to my clit.
Every muscle in my body jumped and flinched, then he pushed the dildo into me and began fucking me deep and hard. It wasn’t going to be long till he got what he wanted! I could feel the pressure building in my lower belly. Finally, my hands struggled against my restraints, and I screamed out. “Please, may I cum?!”
“What do you think?” He asked the crowd. “Should we let this pretty little bitch squirt for us?”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410