He made a quick clinical examination of her, through which she remained stoic. She winced a few times when he passed over some tender spots with his h...nds, but he didn’t think she had any broken bones. He reached up to tilt her face to the yellow streetlights murky glow and saw a trickle of blood on the side of her neck, matting her hair there. He gingerly reached behind her head and found a lump the size of a small fist and a break of the skin. ‘Can you see me clearly?’ he asked, worring she. Kink-fearing folks: this does not mean victimized, put-upon, or abused. I’ve known what I like since I was in my early teens. The fact that I was raped as an adult didn’t make me submissive. My rapist, like a lot of abusers, fantasized a pre-existing relationship with me, fucked me against my will (in the missionary position, my least favorite one) while imagining he was rocking my world, and talked up a blue streak. Doggy-style fucking, highly negotiated kinky power exchange, and a minimum. Hailey was the subject of an interesting experiment: to see which device would cause her to clench her ass the hardest. To gentle her sobs and cries, big long-fingered hands continued to caress her breasts, stomach and thighs, while sharp electric impulses shot painful jolts through various sensitive portions of her body. For each jolt, Hailey’s clenching and wiggling provided great pleasure to her tormentor. The clenching seemed especially hard in response to the clit clip. Her nipples were. Using all the will power I could find me did not rush but worked from her hand to her arm, I could feel her soft skin as I carefully smoothed sufficient oil to allow me to work the massage but not so much as to make it too wet and slippery.I gripped her arm in both hands and carefully kneaded her flesh, stretching the skin, sometimes in long movements up and down her arm, or working around the arm. So excited I feel my own juice oozing from the eye of engorged dick which bounced as I worked at.