More From Thought Catalog. Whether it be my own fucked up head, my honest ability to endure pain, or the God-sent overflow of adrenaline I had each and every time we met, I never cried even though so much of what we did deserved tears. Teasing you softly and the next second spanking your ass until its bright red. I was completely inexperienced to this dark and sexual world. I look back on that girl, and I feel sorry for her—her innocence and her heart were each stolen and in return she was handed many aches and pains—mentally and physically. Once, I was tied with metal hangars made into wire cuffs to a bar. I was developing feelings for a person who enjoyed seeing me suffer at their hands.
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Tied up slave with hook in her butt hole is fucked in doggy pose
I look back on the girl I was, and I wonder what miracle let me survive those hours spent being at his mercy. Fifty Shades my ass, I experienced the real deal. The texting was nonstop and incredibly flirtatious. A new Thought Catalog series exploring our connection to each other, our food, and where it comes from. He was my real life version of Daniel Craig.