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TIED DOWN AND FORCED TO PLEASE A WOMAN (A BDSM Threesome Erotica Story) Tracy Bond

TIED DOWN AND FORCED TO PLEASE A WOMAN (A BDSM Threesome Erotica Story)

Tracy Bond

Published January 8th 2013
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Kindle Edition
8 pages
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Master decides I should writhe in anticipation tonight, and he leaves me bound on the hotel room bed while he enjoys a leisurely dinner with his friends. It feels like days or weeks though I know it’s been only an hour or so, and I desperately needMoreMaster decides I should writhe in anticipation tonight, and he leaves me bound on the hotel room bed while he enjoys a leisurely dinner with his friends. It feels like days or weeks though I know it’s been only an hour or so, and I desperately need him when he returns. Still, I can’t beg. I have to wait. It’s so damned maddening, but I have to wait. Finally, he arrives and my punishment begins until I’m desperate for him to use me. He does, but it’s nothing at all like I expected. Instead, he’s brought another woman into the hotel room!Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during a rough BDSM sex encounter. It includes bondage, humiliation, gagging, slapping, facesitting, first lesbian sex, ffm threesome sex, reluctant sex, and group sex. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.Here is a preview:No sooner had this embarrassing realization of my desperate state entered into my head, that I heard the door handle click, heard the knob turn, and saw light from the corridor stream into the room. Master’s tall, stocky silhouette stood in the doorway, and I froze.“A little hot, are we Slave?” came a low, guttural sneer from the doorway.I didn’t respond. I just arched my back, trying to turn my head to look at the man who was mocking me with his piercing grey eyes from the doorway. “You look dirty, Slave,” he growled, and stepped into the room, closing the door firmly behind him. “Sweaty and dirty – just the way I like it. But I think we can make you a little dirtier, can’t we?”He walked towards me, grinning slyly, his piercing grey eyes boring into me as I panted, helpless beneath him. I then noticed that he was holding a bottle in his hand- tall and slender with a cork in the top.He must have seen my eyes lock onto it because he chuckled slightly, and with a swift motion pulled the cork free.“Now,” he said with a menacing stare, “let’s make my little slave even more filthy.”With that he tipped the contents of the bottle all over my face and head, drawing it down over my body, cascading the sticky liquid over every contour of my quivering flesh. I moaned and writhed, as some of the liquid got into my eyes and made my make-up run in dark streaks down my face. I could smell that it was red wine he had poured all over me. It was thick, sticky, warm and disgusting. Just like me.“Good, Slave...you look good,” Master cooed, “so good that I could just eat you.”