Category Archive: Hardcore BDSM

In this dark fantasies phone sex scenario that plays in my head, I find myself bound tightly to a St. Andrew’s cross in his dungeon, completely at his mercy. My body is on display for him – bare except for a tiny thong that does little to hide my wet pussy lips begging for attention. He approaches me slowly, running his hands over every inch of my skin as if he owns me – because in this world, he does.

Without warning, he parts my folds with one finger and tastes the nectar dripping from my core. “You’re already so wet for me,” he says with a smirk before pulling out a flogger from behind his back and striking it against the cool metal of the cross above me lightly enough not to hurt but hard enough to leave an echo throughout the room. The sound sends shockwaves through both our bodies as anticipation builds between us like an electric current coursing through veins we can almost see sparking alive under fluorescent lights illuminating our secret chamber beneath ground level where no one could hear our cries or screams…or moans…or gasps…of pleasure mixed together into one deafening symphony only we share amidst these walls adorned by leather straps hanging off hooks waiting patient

…for their next victim.

He steps closer, his hard cock pressing against my ass cheek as he teases me further by running the flogger up and down my body in slow motion while whispering filthy things into my ear about all the depraved acts he plans on committing tonight. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second just from anticipation alone; it’s like a dam breaking inside me as wave after wave of arousal washes over every inch of skin exposed under his gaze.

Suddenly, without warning, he grabs hold of my hair roughly and yanks back my head so that our eyes meet intensely – only inches apart now – breath hot against cold cheekbone where tears might have fallen if not for this unyielding lust consuming every ounce of fear within me. “You want this,” he growls lowly before lowering himself between those spread legs still held open invitingly by tiny string thong holding onto nothing but memories now shattered into oblivion beneath him…and then slamming home into tight heat that surrenders immediately to his brutal yet beautiful invasion without hesitation or remorse leaving both our minds spinning with pleasure untold until finally reaching deepest depths possible only moments later claiming what is rightfully his -my screams muffled slightly due to gag order placed earlier ensuring total submission throughout entire encounter.

Jacqueline

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