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inside me. He gave me a little more of the
leather strop, so I could have the two sensations together. After a while, the
rubber plug came out. He got up astride, put the blunt, rigid end of his cock
against my now stretched rosette. After what had happened so far, that did not
really hurt at all, it was sort of tight, but not painful. And to me, the
sensation of being fucked in the ass by a masterful man was just marvelous,
though I must say that never did I have the feeling that I was out of control.
I always felt that any time I really wanted him to stop and go no further, that
he would have stopped without question. Never did I feel totally dominated,
subjugated, like the subdued slavegirl I really wanted to be.
The next time or two that we were together, things were much the same. After we
had done the same things a few times, we began to talk about fantasies, and he
made me tell him mine. It relates to Mrs. Olsen, who was my landlady, and who
really disliked me. If I ever was going to try the s
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