He? She? It.
It. It. It.
The orgasm will be forced and fleeting. My tender regions have been explored, admired, soft, and slippery as I am dripping with lube and my own wetness...and a little blood. I love it when I am made to bleed. I am still tied to the bed with the bondage rope cutting into the back of my neck and my knees tied back by my ears. My wrist lie lazily in the shackles and my chin is tucked into my protruding collar bones.
Round 2.
I am angry but I won't let you see it.
I hear the headboard creek as I adjust and distribute my weight through the rope.
I am despondent but you'll never know it.
Deep breaths through my ringed nose. In and out. In and out. I seem tranquil, I seem aroused, but I am aching for something..let's see if it is this.
It is almost odd to see such a powerful creature in a vulnerable position. If one was to see me they would think that I was sweet and soft, and they would laugh at the idea of such a goofy person being described as 'dangerous'.
Oh, but I am and I know it. This is why I wish to be tied. Hot rage erupts from somewhere deep inside me and it flashes down my nude body. My normal body. My soft body. I curl my toes.
The cold glass dildo is inserted 3 inches into me and I gasp ever so slightly. I take it so easily. Then the ridges in the glass bump up against my back wall as it is pushed deep back inside.
They'll say 'I am woman'.
I feel nothing at the beginning but as the toy is rammed into my pulsating opening-into the depths of my most intimate of areas-I feel some sort of pleasure. I am expected to orgasm. 'She...he.....it" is expected to orgasm.
The glass dildo is working me and the intense vibrations of the hitachi wand rock my clitoris. I am twisting from side to side, wrapped in rope and leather, I am pulling at my wrists and neck and burning my flesh. I am going insane. My sexuality, what once gave me joy and release, is now destroying the feeble fabric of my sanity. I scream, I snarl, I roar and I spit. The headboard won't hold me any longer. I cum but it isn't on my will. Right now I am nothing but a shell. Not a he or she...
Right now I am just 'it'.
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