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He‘s called Mr. D for a reason – Part 3 He put his palm on my cheek and slowly caressed me, while I closed my eyes - not that it made any difference, it was just a reflex - and snuggled my head into his warm hand, feeling calm and serene. When he put a finger on my mouth, very softly, barely touching my lips, I gave it a little kiss. He gently pushed forward and slid it into my mouth. I desperately started sucking and licking on it, breathing heavily and starting to feel my pussy pulse. He pulled his finger back and gave me a few head pats. “Good girl. Stay like this.”, he said with a deep voice. I could tell that this little interaction had already turned him on as well. We’re very similar in that regard and tend to synergize perfectly when it comes to play sessions. All it takes for me to get into it is his voice telling me to kneel, his hand on my throat, his collar on my neck and his leash leading me the way. All it took for him was trust in my devotion. To know that to him I was like a puppet, I’d obey no matter what, listen, and follow unconditionally. “Right there. Yes. We have it.”, he snapped me out of my thoughts, “We’ll take the mask back off for a second, so you can put on the outfit.” I went ahead and got ready for the training session, putting on exactly what Master told me to wear. I loved dressing according to his personal preferences and wishes. I wanted to be his perfect little fuckdoll and was willing to go a long way to match my appearance to his desires. Once I was wearing my slutty net outfit and blood-red lipstick, I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins, and my heart beating fast.

Published: April 2nd 2023, 11:26:54 pm

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He‘s called Mr. D for a reason – Part 3 He put his palm on my cheek and slowly caressed me, while I closed my eyes - not that it made any difference, it was just a reflex - and snuggled my head into his warm hand, feeling calm and serene. When he put a finger on my mouth, very softly, barely touching my lips, I gave it a little kiss. He gently pushed forward and slid it into my mouth. I desperately started sucking and licking on it, breathing heavily and starting to feel my pussy pulse. He pulled his finger back and gave me a few head pats. “Good girl. Stay like this.”, he said with a deep voice. I could tell that this little interaction had already turned him on as well. We’re very similar in that regard and tend to synergize perfectly when it comes to play sessions. All it takes for me to get into it is his voice telling me to kneel, his hand on my throat, his collar on my neck and his leash leading me the way. All it took for him was trust in my devotion. To know that to him I was like a puppet, I’d obey no matter what, listen, and follow unconditionally. “Right there. Yes. We have it.”, he snapped me out of my thoughts, “We’ll take the mask back off for a second, so you can put on the outfit.” I went ahead and got ready for the training session, putting on exactly what Master told me to wear. I loved dressing according to his personal preferences and wishes. I wanted to be his perfect little fuckdoll and was willing to go a long way to match my appearance to his desires. Once I was wearing my slutty net outfit and blood-red lipstick, I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins, and my heart beating fast.

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He‘s called Mr. D for a reason – Part 4 Modestly, I sneaked back to my Master, who had been organizing the poll in the meantime. He seemed to be quite busy with it still and ran his fingers through my hair as I kneeled by his side at his workplace, without looking at me. I patiently waited for him to give me attention. When he finally did, he leaned back in his home office chair and said:” You’re wearing the thick, heavy collar. The subscribers have decided so.”. He seemed to be happy about the result and so was I. It was one of my favorite collars for sure and I was excited to wear it for today's session. „We still have a few minutes left before he arrives.“, my Owner said while helping me put my mask back on and collaring me. „You look stunning, love. Get me in the mood.“ Say no more, Sir! I started opening his pants and passionately suckinhg his dick. When I felt that he was getting close to cumming, I stopped for a moment and got back to it after a few seconds, and repeat. That way, he got very excited quite quickly - and our special guest hadn’t even arrived yet. His heavy breathing was like music to my ears. I wanted to finish him off so badly, but I was hoping to get covered in lots of cum today, so I held back. When I teased him a little too much for his liking, he showed me who was really in control over… well, anything that happened here really. Whether it was his orgasm or mine - he was the one in charge. He held my head firmly and fucked my face, which was hidden underneath black shiny latex, slowly and with control. Once he had enough, he pulled me up by my ponytail and dragged me to the other side of the room. I had difficulties following him and tripped over my own feet several times, but he made sure to catch me when I almost fell.

He‘s called Mr. D for a reason – Part 4 Modestly, I sneaked back to my Master, who had been organizing the poll in the meantime. He seemed to be quite busy with it still and ran his fingers through my hair as I kneeled by his side at his workplace, without looking at me. I patiently waited for him to give me attention. When he finally did, he leaned back in his home office chair and said:” You’re wearing the thick, heavy collar. The subscribers have decided so.”. He seemed to be happy about the result and so was I. It was one of my favorite collars for sure and I was excited to wear it for today's session. „We still have a few minutes left before he arrives.“, my Owner said while helping me put my mask back on and collaring me. „You look stunning, love. Get me in the mood.“ Say no more, Sir! I started opening his pants and passionately suckinhg his dick. When I felt that he was getting close to cumming, I stopped for a moment and got back to it after a few seconds, and repeat. That way, he got very excited quite quickly - and our special guest hadn’t even arrived yet. His heavy breathing was like music to my ears. I wanted to finish him off so badly, but I was hoping to get covered in lots of cum today, so I held back. When I teased him a little too much for his liking, he showed me who was really in control over… well, anything that happened here really. Whether it was his orgasm or mine - he was the one in charge. He held my head firmly and fucked my face, which was hidden underneath black shiny latex, slowly and with control. Once he had enough, he pulled me up by my ponytail and dragged me to the other side of the room. I had difficulties following him and tripped over my own feet several times, but he made sure to catch me when I almost fell.

He‘s called Mr. D for a reason – Part 2 “Let’s ask our followers on OnlyFans for their opinion?”, I asked. Sir raised his eyebrows and looked directly at me. I instantly lowered my head full of humility. To my relief, he replied:” Great idea, baby. Get the phone cam ready. We’ll make a poll.” I jumped up and kissed him, as I usually do when leaving to do some kind of task. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be right back.” When I got back to him, he had already prepared the poll with its vote options on all the important platforms. I was ready to present myself like the exhibitionistic slut I am, the only thing that was missing was my collar. Lately, I had been feeling incomplete whenever I was not wearing one. Even in everyday life, my neck felt kind of… well, empty without my day collar. And when it comes to sessions, it’s one of the things that really make a difference for me and help me get into subspace. My Owner knows all of the buttons he has to push for me to get into my service mode - or whore mode, as of today. He helped me put on my mask, which had no holes for the eyes this time. I had been wearing all sorts of blindfolds for years, but I’d always been able to peek through the little slit underneath it, or I had a shadowy, blurry vision, still roughly perceiving the outlines of things through the half-transparent fabric. But this time, there was no peeking through. It was pitch black and I could not see a single thing, no matter how hard I tried. I started to feel a little nervous, but my Owner calmed me down again within seconds by taking my hand and leading me to the spot he wanted to take my picture in. “Right here, sweetie.”, he whispered. Slowly helping me down onto the floor and then letting go of my hand.

He‘s called Mr. D for a reason – Part 2 “Let’s ask our followers on OnlyFans for their opinion?”, I asked. Sir raised his eyebrows and looked directly at me. I instantly lowered my head full of humility. To my relief, he replied:” Great idea, baby. Get the phone cam ready. We’ll make a poll.” I jumped up and kissed him, as I usually do when leaving to do some kind of task. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be right back.” When I got back to him, he had already prepared the poll with its vote options on all the important platforms. I was ready to present myself like the exhibitionistic slut I am, the only thing that was missing was my collar. Lately, I had been feeling incomplete whenever I was not wearing one. Even in everyday life, my neck felt kind of… well, empty without my day collar. And when it comes to sessions, it’s one of the things that really make a difference for me and help me get into subspace. My Owner knows all of the buttons he has to push for me to get into my service mode - or whore mode, as of today. He helped me put on my mask, which had no holes for the eyes this time. I had been wearing all sorts of blindfolds for years, but I’d always been able to peek through the little slit underneath it, or I had a shadowy, blurry vision, still roughly perceiving the outlines of things through the half-transparent fabric. But this time, there was no peeking through. It was pitch black and I could not see a single thing, no matter how hard I tried. I started to feel a little nervous, but my Owner calmed me down again within seconds by taking my hand and leading me to the spot he wanted to take my picture in. “Right here, sweetie.”, he whispered. Slowly helping me down onto the floor and then letting go of my hand.

He‘s called Mr. D for a reason – Part 7 I licked his dick, sled my tongue up and down the shaft, circling on the tip, then back down again, sucking on his balls and then taking this big cock all the way into my mouth. In and out, again and again, deeper and deeper. As I was drooling heavily from all of the gagging, I used my saliva as lube and stroked his dick, while I was sucking it. I couldn’t get enough of it! My Owner seemed to enjoy the show quite a lot, as he chose to reward me with his dick in my dripping wet slave cunt. I moaned out. He started pounding me from behind - hard and fast. I had trouble focusing on Mr. D‘s dick in front of me because Master‘s cock felt so fucking good. I was incredibly horny. He was taking me deeper and deeper. I could hear his grunts from behind, which turned me on even more. I laid my head down on the couch, still sucking Mr. D‘s cock. I was moaning uncontrollably now. My Owner’s firm grasp on my hips, his moves pushed my body back and forth, and therefore Mr. D‘s dick in and out of my mouth. I didn’t have to do much anymore, I was getting used as if I was just a rubber sex doll. A lifeless toy with holes to get used. I fucking loved it. I sensed my opportunity to let go for a moment, so I did. Everything started spinning, my body felt as if it was on fire. Pussy juice running down my inner thighs, drool down my face. This was exactly how it was supposed to be. This was my purpose. I felt my eyes rolling back, as I was finally able to let go - completely: I came. An intense, shaking orgasm.

He‘s called Mr. D for a reason – Part 7 I licked his dick, sled my tongue up and down the shaft, circling on the tip, then back down again, sucking on his balls and then taking this big cock all the way into my mouth. In and out, again and again, deeper and deeper. As I was drooling heavily from all of the gagging, I used my saliva as lube and stroked his dick, while I was sucking it. I couldn’t get enough of it! My Owner seemed to enjoy the show quite a lot, as he chose to reward me with his dick in my dripping wet slave cunt. I moaned out. He started pounding me from behind - hard and fast. I had trouble focusing on Mr. D‘s dick in front of me because Master‘s cock felt so fucking good. I was incredibly horny. He was taking me deeper and deeper. I could hear his grunts from behind, which turned me on even more. I laid my head down on the couch, still sucking Mr. D‘s cock. I was moaning uncontrollably now. My Owner’s firm grasp on my hips, his moves pushed my body back and forth, and therefore Mr. D‘s dick in and out of my mouth. I didn’t have to do much anymore, I was getting used as if I was just a rubber sex doll. A lifeless toy with holes to get used. I fucking loved it. I sensed my opportunity to let go for a moment, so I did. Everything started spinning, my body felt as if it was on fire. Pussy juice running down my inner thighs, drool down my face. This was exactly how it was supposed to be. This was my purpose. I felt my eyes rolling back, as I was finally able to let go - completely: I came. An intense, shaking orgasm.

He‘s called Mr. D for a reason – Part 6 Admittedly, it was not only the thankfulness and the anticipation of a good training session that excited me: I was craving dicks. This stranger's dick to be specific. I felt my brain turning off more and more. Soon I‘d be deep in subspace, nothing more than a dumb, drooling object, ready to be used. When I heard Mr. D coming back, he made it very clear that he read the rules thoroughly:“ Cunt.“, he grunted in my ear, while he took a hold of my right breast, massaging it, pulling on it. No small talk, just the way we like it. „Only a few seconds in and I can already tell you’re a dirty pig, desperate to get used and degraded. Now, what does that say about you, darling…“, he mumbled, carelessly touching every part of my body as if I was a product he wanted to examine before buying it. Sir joined him, and now both men were groping me, squeezing my boobs, spanking my pussy and my ass. Still, I didn’t dare to move, until my Owner finally said: „touch our cocks.“. Yes! Once I had found them - which wasn’t as easy as one might think, considering I was completely blind - I started rubbing and massaging the bulges through their pants. Both their cocks were rockhard already. Mmm, I wanted them to fill me up so badly. I was so desperate to feel them deep inside my holes. But of course, I’d have to earn getting fucked, I knew that. Today’s training focus was deepthroating, so when Mr. D finally pushed his huge cock in my mouth, I gave everything. I think I had never done so well with deepthroat as I did that day.

He‘s called Mr. D for a reason – Part 6 Admittedly, it was not only the thankfulness and the anticipation of a good training session that excited me: I was craving dicks. This stranger's dick to be specific. I felt my brain turning off more and more. Soon I‘d be deep in subspace, nothing more than a dumb, drooling object, ready to be used. When I heard Mr. D coming back, he made it very clear that he read the rules thoroughly:“ Cunt.“, he grunted in my ear, while he took a hold of my right breast, massaging it, pulling on it. No small talk, just the way we like it. „Only a few seconds in and I can already tell you’re a dirty pig, desperate to get used and degraded. Now, what does that say about you, darling…“, he mumbled, carelessly touching every part of my body as if I was a product he wanted to examine before buying it. Sir joined him, and now both men were groping me, squeezing my boobs, spanking my pussy and my ass. Still, I didn’t dare to move, until my Owner finally said: „touch our cocks.“. Yes! Once I had found them - which wasn’t as easy as one might think, considering I was completely blind - I started rubbing and massaging the bulges through their pants. Both their cocks were rockhard already. Mmm, I wanted them to fill me up so badly. I was so desperate to feel them deep inside my holes. But of course, I’d have to earn getting fucked, I knew that. Today’s training focus was deepthroating, so when Mr. D finally pushed his huge cock in my mouth, I gave everything. I think I had never done so well with deepthroat as I did that day.