hosting a football game
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Posted:Nov 22, 2009 8:43 pm
Last Updated:Nov 23, 2009 8:16 pm
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My boyfriend is a die hard Philadelphia eagles fan, so Sundays is his day for football. I love the fact he shares me during the game with his friends, his three best childhood friends. So Sundays I shower and primp myself for hours of use. I don’t bother getting dressed but for some five inch stiletto heels. And I kneel at the door beside him as his buddies arrive, lots of times I kiss their cocks through their jeans before they can say a word. It highly erotic having a Sunday tradition like this
Well the day started with my boyfriend experimenting with enema play, I confess that the first time he gave me one I was skeptical I would enjoy it but, I found myself reaching orgasm, so today I protested a lot less.
So he mixed a can of Budweiser in with the milk so just picture me on all fours on the bathroom floor my ass raised high the bag hanging on the shower curtain rod. The nozzle in place watching him fill my anus and intestines with his football mix. Will he stopped the flow a couple times when I whimpered from the cramping, giving me time to relax and adjust. You be surprised how drunk you start feeling from just one can of beer adsorbed this way, anyway I hold it for a few minutes, basically the time it takes him to fill the tub with my bath water . My boy friend leaves so I can evacuate in private, and bath, but he loves watching me put on my make up and heels, sometimes he brushes my hair once I put on my benetint lip and cheek stain on my nipples and surrounding areolas he takes extreme pleasure in applying the lip and cheek stain to my fresh anus .
Will today he surprised me by having me wear a old pair of gloves that he hot glued to ping pong paddles and fastened the woven cuff over my wrist with cat collars , not fancy bondage but I tell you, it surprised me how much you curl your finger without thinking about it, made me very aware that my hand where virtually useless to me. My boyfriend placed my blindfold in place, and my mp3 player playing in my ears, none of my senses but touch and taste, and smell of any use
Well each one put the belt around my tits, my waist, my hips and stomach for the first quarter of the game I was just the table cold can of beer on my bare exposed flesh, the crack of my ass packed full of onion dip that the refilled countless times, the small of my back where they just dump the chips . All this just had me hot and wanting cock
And to my satisfaction I got lots of cock during the other quarter of the game, can’t count how many times I came, but my boyfriend and is friends scored and came allot more then either team
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Humiliation
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Posted:Nov 7, 2009 1:52 pm
Last Updated:Dec 2, 2009 7:47 am
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When I talk about how I enjoy humiliation I’m talking the kind that is simulating for both me and my partner. Same when I speak off degrading acts, in life I’m pretty reserved until I have a few drinks in me, some my call me down right shy. Which I see has being a draw back to my goals .
If you notice in chat I’m not the ice breaker of the room but hit me talking it hard to shut me up.
With that said I’m going to share my fantasies of humiliation and a few of my experiences with it.
First the few experiences I’ve had
The first being with my girlfriend at the local gas station at the pump early summer of 2002 I had to pee really urgently and asked my girlfriend to finish pumping the gas while I dashed to the ladies room. She off offhandedly suggested I just go right there while I pumped the gas myself. So after a few deep breaths I relaxed and upon feeling that initial gush of warn pee spreading wetting my panties leaking in my hose down my thighs my legs as thrilling beyond believe, and the fact one or two people caught me peeing was extraordinary hot, and the fact that I next had to stand in line to pay for my gas with the thought of one of those seeing me either in front or behind me nearly had me Cumming. In the car home I had to sit in my wet clothing fighting the urge to masturbate while my girlfriend refused to go straight home forcing me to stop at the mall for a few things. Soaked from the waist down in my own pee I was just becoming more and more aroused . She brought a new outfit, along with some depends and a travel pack of baby wipes. out in the parking lot she had me strip between the cars and lay across the front seat of the car and diapered me I tell you the feel of a wipe over your pussy slit and ass and the touch of a lover as I laid bare naked in the car had me Cumming. Once the diaper was in place I had to finish getting dressed between the cars, then we headed back in to the mall to eat lunch, walking around the mall in a diaper under my skirt kept me horny, as we ate lunch I was commanded to rise my skirt inadvertently so the waitress could see my diapered pussy. This was my first experience with humiliation for sexual arousal.
Another time in 2004 I was dating this older guy and we went to a friend of his party, more a orgy then party and he simply introduced me as his cum dump slut, having “fuck me” written in marker on my back and across my tits he told me beforehand I couldn’t refuse any advance toward me. And upon arriving at the party he stripped me down to nothing, told me I wasn’t allowed to raise off my hands and knees unless I was being used. So everyone saw what he had written on me. It was awkward at first everyone taking notice of me as I crawled around the room. But once everyone was basically in the same state naked and engaged in some form of sexual activities, that feeling soon left and I just enjoyed myself and the party. The feeling of my jaw aching as well as the tenderness of my ass more then my pussy again that feeling is indescribable
Cum crushed on my tits my thighs my face my ass all helped to get me off. Just fucking as I was mounted and cock or pussy thrust in my face and being required to say “thank you for using this cum dump” after every session . I can’t tell you how many times I reach orgasm or how many times I was fucked but it was heaven and too short a party.
My need to be humiliated is growing I have many fantasies where I’m transformed into someone’s private sex pet, with my limit and boundaries removed by coaxing , or coercion. Some are forced to defecate and urinate outside walked like so pet, drinking and eating from bowls on the floor, letting my needs be know not by the use of word but rather animalistic barks, whimpers even so far as being bred
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