That was unusual, a text was more her style. OK?”
She was offering the chance for me to get tortured and humiliated. Even a Gen-Xer like me thinks that. These were even worse than the previous ones; I think she was putting all the power she could muster in them. That bit’s not bad, I like the pussy juice. She didn’t need a command; I knew what I was supposed to do and opened my mouth. They had a wide pleated strap which fastened over the arch, with Velcro. She would have been happy just wearing her normal clothes, that was what she was comfortable in. Then she stood to the side, so the dildo was pointing directly at my mouth. The thought of that was, annoyingly, enough for me to not need to use the safewords most of the time. Another thing to feel humiliated about, crying isn’t something a man should do. So I’m lying there, hard as per instructions, daydreaming of the blowjobs I’m going to get, I’ve decided blowjobs and no pain and humiliation
