I came into contact with the fact that there are lifestyles for people like me who loved to be tied but from where I come from and my parents this was...totally out of question. I couldn't ask them or search for information. They were really honest with me regarding sex and the whole where children come from thing and how to keep myself safe but with anything out of their "ordinary" sex life was a major taboo.My real breakthrough was through a break alright, in some summer-perhaps I was 14- I. It felt like hours but must have been only minutes because she was clearing her throat to get my out of my stupor before cackling at me for my momentary brain lapse. I growled good naturedly before climbing onto the couch behind her, knees just inside of hers. My hands explored a little. Up her flanks, her arms, to her neck where I proceeded to pull her long hair to the side so I could better access her throat. I turned her head to me, leaning closer so I could kiss those perfect lips again. I. Then I place my lips around your swollen nub. Pursing them, I suck your clit into my mouth. You feel the tip of my tongue dance across the top of it. You squirm, then start to grind your pussy against my chin and mouth. I try to keep up, as flatten my tongue against your throbbing nub, letting your grind against me. Your breathing is rapid. Your chest is reddened, and your fingers are digging into the back of my head holding me in place as you fuck my face. You then pull away, and say "I need. She has turned her extensive rural property into a living hell for slaves, with heavy chains, many cold and dark cells, and many opportunities for real torture. This is a miniature version of the OWK, but designed for a single victim at a time.Suffering here is personal and intense. One of the highlights of the COP is the small, underground bunker, which offers no hope of escape, and leaves a slave totally alone in sadness and despair. When not being tortured, it was here that I spent my time.