Camsoda Sex Doll - He hooks up with one of them.

You are alone. You are aware that all around you are turning, wiggling your ass for Him. Hitting spankings, whips, canes, hair...sometimes even your feet. You begin to feel wetness starting from your cunt, trickling down your legs to your Camsoda Sex Doll. It runs down your inner thighs to your ass. A thin trickle runs down your pussy and the side of your mouth. You feel a cock moving, against the crack of your ass, up the ass crack, down the crack, back up the ass crack. Just a few strokes and He can hear it. A few more and He can hear you crying out. He breaks the kiss, but refuses to let you go. You are now laying, naked, on the floor beside me. The last thing you remember was a leash dangling from the ceiling.

You were rising and falling, with a strange pounding in your head, a chill in your neck, and aching in your pussy. You managed to move some, but it was too late. The man stepped forwards. You recognised him. He was a pervert, and in his right mind, you should be celebrating every minute in your life that you were not involved in fucking him. "SOMEONE FUCKING KNEEL BEFORE US!" He shouted as he dragged you off the floor. "SOMEONE'S FUCKING CHILD!" He repeated. There was an odd mix of hurt and anger in his voice. You could see the anger in his eyes. The eyes of the one that had spent all weekend fucking you. "I'M NOT GONNA LEAVE YOU UNTIL I GET MASTER!" He shouted, and pulled you off the floor by your hair. He marched you to the centre of the dance floor, and bound your arms and legs. You were so vulnerable there on the dance floor! To who? You guessed it… The one that had fucked you the night before.

"One for each white star." Ok, so you are both pretty well divided on the spectrum. You like the idea of slavery and domination, but not really a fuck all, unless of course, you can sell your soul and get something back from it. You have always thought of the women involved in BDSM, and of course, you have played with your own, but what makes you different? You like the idea of submission, but not all that much. Or, were you born a whore? Human trafficking is all about the shared experience of sexual experience, is all that good and service is any good and service at all if the people who do the bestial tearing want you to do things that only a poor woman would tell her neighbour not to do. No, really, your thoughts on it are wondering, "How would I fuck some whores if I was rich?" Of course the answer is loud and clear, "Never fuck a rich whore until she gives up all that she thinks she has to give." And thus the conversation begins. It is generally pretty well known that a dominant person can bring forth a strong dominating reaction from a submissive. The psychological warfare employed by a dominant to subdue his or her inferior is complex, multifaceted, and elusive. I can give you an answer but I cannot convey it to the submissive. To me submission is something that happens between the dominant and the submissive. But, what happens between those two pairs of eyes is even more powerful. A dominant person inspires, or takes the submissive by surprise. With an enlightened submissive thinking outside the box, and for the first time considering the possibility of an absolutely fantastic life outside the box, the stories often running together, those around the web, and in the articles that I write, have illuminated the wonderful world of domination and submissiveness..