I don't regret cutting off that bitch, but since that day it's been a dry spell. When I find some alone time, I can put on a porno, grab a toy, and go...to town. But lately that hasn't been satisfying. I've been craving more. I need a real woman, with hair to tug while she eats me out, and an ass to slap while I shove my fingers inside her. I want the moaning, I want the screaming. Oh god, I need my vibrator again.But damn it, it's been far too long since I've had a real woman's touch. And I. Your legs are cuffed to the chair slightly apart first and then you are brought over the chair and your hands are cuffed to the back legs same as your ankles. You are now bent over this small chair with your ass out and unable to move.Your massive breasts dangle down ready to be played with while your pussy awaits its first cock. You feel a man run his hands down your back to your ass. Groping your ass as you hear his zipper as he takes his pants off. In the background you hear the sound of. My mom used to let us have a little on special occasions, but that’s about it. But I liked it,” I answered truthfully. “I drank a lot of wine when I was in Italy, it was so good, I loved it. I haven’t really had much since I came back.” she said. “You were in Italy?” I asked intrigued. Traveling that far to visit a foreign country seemed so exotic to me then. I thought of it as something only celebrities and the very rich did. My world was so small back then. “My friend and I traveled around. ..different. I was wired to enjoy it, or something.Interviewer: That can't be right. Humans avoid pain, it is part of who we are.Me: I don't. Oh, I avoid things that would actually cause damage, or scar, or things like that. I don't disfigure myself, or self harm or anything. I just...enjoy pain and humiliation.Me: Anyways, we should get back to what we were discussing. What made me the person sitting before you.Interviewer: Yes, please.Me: Anyways, so, I found myself sort of enjoying the pain..