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“We are ashamed of everything that is real about us;
ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes,
of our accents, of our opinions, of our experience,
just as we are ashamed of our naked skins”

~Bernard Shaw~

“Do it”, he says.

I mewl, plead, beg, whine to no avail. Nothing works he will not relent. He knows I like the control. He knows it makes me wet. His determination fierce, his eyes cold and distant. It scares me yet it makes me horny.

“Do it”, he repeats.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes tightly and grab the cord that is attached the the twenty or so clothespins running down my left side. They cling to my skin from above my breast and run all the way down to my labia.

“No! Eyes open bitch, I want you to watch”, he grins.

My eyes snap open and stare at him, mouth agape.

“No, no, no, no noooo…..”, I splutter.

He slaps my thigh hard enough to see finger marks emerging outlined in flushed red skin.

“Do it. Now. Bitch.”

My hands are shaking. I pull it hard. The pain rips through me, burning. I cry out as he plunges his cock deep inside of me. The sensations are overwhelming. Yet my cunt grips his cock and takes pleasure in his thrusting. My skin screams.

He stops fucking me and stares into my eyes again with that cold glare.

With a smirk he speaks.

“If you want more of my cock you better pull the other side off bitch.”

You rape me with your lies
You hurt me deep inside
Some might say I’m not the fortunate one
You love to break me down
But I’ll stay to hear you out
Some might say that I’m the fallen one
Lead me out from the dark
and kill my pain
Bring it on
Tear me down
May the world go round and round
At the end of desire
your world falls down and dies
Bring it on