So I was left alone.While pursuing the degree , I was a master of watching porn just for excitement,never felt the meaning of love through it.One day ...in the summer of 2011,I came to know about BDSM. First I thought it was bizarre but got attracted slowly.I found myself to be a slave rather than a dom. I wished to be fucked but got a very nasty excitement when it was in the form of pegging from a mistress.The real submission was never known then. When i got accustomed with this dark side of mine. I paused and slid back down his shaft, savouring the feeling of being so full of cock, before rising again. I soon got into a rhythm, bouncing on his hard meat, my own cock stiff yet mobile, slapping against my stomach on every upstroke.Nick’s hands were willing me to go faster, lifting me by my waist and then pulling me back down at an ever-increasing pace. The nerve endings on my ring were tingling like mad and every fourth or fifth stroke his cock would pound my prostate, making my cock leak. My cart contraption was wheeled away from the wall as I continued tostruggle but it wasn't any use! The ladies unbuttoned the front of mydress and marveled at my large bust. Ruth then reached behind me andtightened my wrist cuffs to the frame of the chair then put a widestrap around my elbows. I heard her threading the loop through a buckleand felt her adjust it then begin cinching it tight commenting to me asshe worked. She pushed me forward in my seat but being so securely tiedit only bowed. Two men were standing either side of her. One of them was relentlessly pumping her pussy while the other one was busy feeding his cock to her. Neither of them could be a day older than 25 and both were muscular and fit. I sit by the door mesmerized by the sight before me. I had never seen any of these men ever before, not like that mattered at the moment. “Oh you know I love that baby, fuck me real hard.” moaned my mom between mouthfuls of cock. Her tits made a flapping sound as their owner was.