takingmymoment: slut-solutions: slut-problems:I guess there’s just something about me that brings
takingmymoment: slut-solutions: slut-problems: I guess there’s just something about me that brings out the violence in men. I tend to attract the type of guy that loves to use and abuse a women, both in and out of the bedroom. I’m not sure why, or what it is about me, but I can’t seem to get away from this pattern. No matter where I find the guy, whether it’s an online dating site, at a bar, or even at the fucking library he’s always the same type; dominant and aggressive. So it wasn’t really too shocking when I met Kip at the skate park. I was playing Pokemon Go when I almost walked right into him. He asked me out and we went on our first date, dinner and a movie. At dinner I might have mentioned that I enjoyed being dominated, that I loved a man that would just take what he wanted. So when he asked me over to his house for a drink after the movie, I readily agreed. It didn’t take him long. He had a knife to my throat and his arm wrapped around my neck in mere seconds after I closed the front door behind me. He made me get naked and sit in one of his kitchen chairs. He proceeded to tie me up, my legs spread wide open, a ball gag in my mouth. I was afraid, but at the same time I was intrigued. No guy had ever had the balls to tie me up on the first date like this before! I was impressed, but also concerned for my safety. We hadn’t discussed safe words or limits. We hadn’t talked about any of this. He left me like that tied to the chair, my legs spread, my arms tied helplessly under the chair. I couldn’t move. I didn’t know where he had gone until he came back to the room I was in and he opened his computer to tumblr. “Check this post out, slut,” he said to me and I looked at it. There was a girl tied up just like me, gagged and tied to a chair. He scrolled down and he read me the story that goes with it. It was very graphic but to his credit he asked me if I liked it and if I would want to act it out with him. I nodded my head yes. He began to finger my pussy, getting it nice and wet while he talked shit to me about what a slut I was and how he was about to fucking wreck the shit out of my pussy. I could feel myself get wetter as he explained. He moved in front of me and plunged his long cock into my pussy. He wasn’t very wide, but his cock was long enough to hit places inside of me that hadn’t been hit for a while. The gag was still in my mouth and my slobber was running down the sides of my face as I screamed into the ball gag. I came and came on his cock, the brutal violence of it all doing nothing but stoking the fire within me. “You like this slut? Don’t you?” he asked. I nodded my head up and down vigorously, hoping that he wouldn’t stop. He didn’t. Instead he fucked me harder and faster, taking out all of his aggression on my pussy, using my body as a punching bag for his cock. Now there were deep guttural sounds of pleasure coming from my body. He was fucking them out of me, playing me like an instrument, using me as a fuck bag. “Yes slut, now you get to taste your orgasms! Taste my cock. It’s covered with your pussy cum!” He pulled the gag from my mouth and he plunged his cock down my throat all the way. I gagged and choked. My hands were hopelessly bound and I could do nothing but trust that he wouldn’t push me too far, that he wouldn’t make me puke with his long cock. He fucked my face violently, grabbing me by the hair and calling me names. “Bitch. Whore. Slut. Take my cock. Suck me off. Make me fucking cum!” I opened my throat and tried my best to accommodate him. I wanted him to know that it was okay, that he could use me to get himself off. This is what I was for. This is why I always found guys like him. I was attracted to them, I needed them to cum. I was meant to be a little slutbucket. I was meant to take whatever they could dish out. “Oh yes, slut! You’re about to make me cum!” he said. I watched with great joy and anticipation as he pulled his cock from my mouth and squirted his huge load all over my slutty face. I felt so useful, so perfect covered in his filth. “Thank you,” I said, my face absolutely covered in his cum. “I loved that.” “I thought you might,” he said smiling. “I could tell you were a sick little slut the moment we met.” “You could?” I asked him. “Yeah. Otherwise I’d never bothered inviting you over. I love sluts.” he told me. “Are you okay like this for a few minutes?” he asked me. “I have a few phone calls to make and then I can fuck you again if you’re okay.” “I’ll be here,” I said and I smiled as he put the ball gag back on. His cum was still dripping from my face. “I can’t have you making noise while I call my girlfriend,” he said. Then I watched silently as he called her, his cock growing harder and harder as he watched me while he talked to his girl. Slut Problem: Some asshole takes you home, ties you up and uses your body. Slut Solution: Accept your role as his cum post and cum your ass off as he brutalizes your holes. Slut Problem: Tumblr shuts down your blog. Slut Solution: Get a new blog like I did. Slut-Solutions. Follow me! @letmebeyourqueen -- source link