Therefore, I started to read BDSM stories and firstly I read male domination stories. I like them but one day when I start reading a female domination...story and I was purely impress from it and it created a spell around me and now from which to come out for me is impossible for me because I wanted it. In those stories, a male slave is tortured and humiliated very badly by a mistress and her friends. The slave was forced to do all humiliating things, which destroy its self-respect, by every. I moved back out into the locker room to finish drying, wrapped my still dry bathing suit into my wet towel, got dressed and left the gym. I nodded to the gate guard on the way out, and started walking home.As I walked, I realized that I felt really good. I was very relaxed, and felt like I had a glow. I didn't know it at the time, but a few years later I would recognize this as the 'fresh fucked' feeling that comes after a really good orgasm. As I thought over my experience, I felt like I had. Me- pata hai yaar isme to mazaa hai aur tujhe rutz kesi lagi uska figure to aacha hai n.Rohit- yaar teri wali to bawal hai par meri wali bhi kam nhi jab tu usse dekhega n teekh se to tujhe bohot mazaa aayega.Me- to kyu naa ek kaam kare hum dono apni gf ki adla badli kyu na kare tu meri wali ke saath maze kar aur mein teri wali k saath.Rohit- bohot mazaa aayega bhai teri wali to lagta hai man jayegi par meri wali ka kya hoga.Me- uski chinta tu maat wo saab ho jaega bas tu haan kar.Rohit- thik. She was back on her hip and elbow, dark lenses presented to me. “I think there might be an old packet in one of the kitchen drawers. Maybe have a look there, Carl.”Standing, looking down at my aunt’s curves, I said, “I didn’t know you smoked.”She pulled a face. “I don’t. Not really. It’s just an occasional thing.” Aunt Amy gave a half-shrug, an action which set her boobs jiggling. “I feel decadent out here in the warm in the company of a gorgeous young man. A drink and a cigarette would be.