”She sighed and leaned back to look at me.“But then after all that, they’ve spent my whole life telling me to be good, to follow the rules, to b... careful. It’s exhausting. They think girls are supposed to be the responsible ones while the boys run wild. I’m supposed to be a saint, but that isn’t what they built me to be, and not what I want to be.”I had an idea of what she meant. I mean, I didn’t have her perspective, but I had certainly noticed how our parents and the other people we knew. Once we composed ourselves Emma said “One thing has changed. You’re not as uptight around me. Not now.” And she was right. From the beginning, even though I wanted to be with her and she wanted to be with me, I was always a bit anxious when we were close. I was always in fear that I might do something that Emma was not comfortable with, preferring to keep within the safe bounds of simple making-out, not making comments or jokes that might have been suggestive. I don’t know what Emma though. Just that it understands now that pain, abuse, degradation, humiliation, torture, punishment, service, and solitude are the states of existence that it was meant to experience at all times, and thus it is if not satisfied, accepting, of its lot.It has been 7 years since it has had an orgasm, and 7 years since it had its clit pierced with an incredibly thick unbreakable, seamless, titanium ring, deadening it. Ten years ago it surrendered, and its owners had been kind, too kind no doubt. They. The tears were leaking from my eyes as William continued to rut and grind deep into my butt. My body started to tremble from my bung down to my toes I was being ripped open by Williams mammoth girth. I thought his penile head was huge but his penile shaft seemed to expand as he worked his body up in to mine. I tried to loop my legs over his calves and pull him out of my bung, I tried to root up on the bed to avoid his onslaught of sexual energy. William grunted and huffed as he plowed his.