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Those are usually just a little role play, a tiny bit of roughness, maybe some name-calling, followed by a cuddle and a cuppa tea. He had very little sexual experience strapon seemed nervous about women in general. Now get on your knees, and put your hands behind your back, Adam. I like to make them scream.

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I like to rape men. Adam was a nice boy. He was nude in front of me.

And there were older guys, some big fatasses, even a few cute subs. My feet, in fact, have always done pretty well by me. He took a big, hitching breath, and got down on the floor. They want to chat, they want to meet, they want to cam, they want to worship me in person, you get the picture. How he would cry himself to sleep at night and have nightmares about me destroying his tiny body.

Adam, the stupid little bitch, was too insecure to consider being scared. He offered to take my bag, I told him no and shut and locked the door.

I came right there, like a thunderclap, and rode it right into being balls deep into his wriggling, terrifying ass. His cock was average… but I doubt he knew that. And then there was Adam.

I crushed his pathetic little nuts until he fell on his face. Everything I needed was in my overnight bag. Although he had no muscles, he also had not an ounce of fat on him. He almost cried out, but I was too fast and he gasped hard before he could make a noise. I pressed the head of my cock between his tight cheeks. After two days he was begging. He had texted me the roomand I went right up. Femdom Mistresses. Once I realized all the interest that was out there, I knew I could story my fantasy come true. Poor boy thought I was nervous about what he might do to me!

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I stood up and unzipped my jeans, pulling out the length of my cock. He was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. I got on my knees behind him. I grabbed his thin hips to hold him still, but he was in no position to fight. He put his back to me and crossed his wrists at the small of his pale, fair back.

I like to make them beg. What a cute little penis you have. Who knew so many tough guys liked feet?

I showed up at the hotel an hour late. But I want you to fight it, bitch. I had practiced the motion a few times, to get it right. Too many rules involved, who needs it? And as I would soon find out, he really was weak and desperate. I fantasized about what he would be like afterward.

He nodded, slipped out of his shirt, and then looked at me briefly before taking off his shorts. I reached down between his legs and found his balls dangling beneath his rock hard cock.

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He was radiating pain, struggling with everything he had. But there is an upside. I am talking about real and brutal femdom rape. I tried it once. He did as told. Not the kind you normally read about. I chatted with him a bit, acting nice and teasing him sweetly. Adam wanted to worship my feet and suck my toes.

I have a thick ass, nice heavy tits, and muscular legs that taper off into cute little sausage toes. For every one guy that wants to buy something, there are forty or fifty who want something else. I like to make them cry.

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On a lark, I submitted some foot shots to a pervo Tumblr site and they were popular. The night before we were set to meet I stayed up half the night. His spine twisted, he pulled against the zip tie and made a high pitched keening sound. It took some planning, but finally, I was able to make it happen. I want the real deal. Sometimes I take foot pics, or a pair of dirty socks, and sell them online. Even played at a little femdom with a boyfriend once or twice. I was wearing jeans, low-cut boots, and a halter top to accentuate my assets.

I could imagine my juice running down the entire length of the eight-inch black ass-wrecker. But I have hardcore femdom rape fantasies, and I love living them out. I responded, asked for a pic, and was rewarded with a wispy, thin young man with shoulder-length hair and glasses. He was standing at the window, waiting for me, and opened the door before I could knock.