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Body Decorations: piercing/small tattoos
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: Discover it
They leave me exhausted and embarrassed. I lie there, slightly humiliated, while they leave. They return a short while later and help me sleep. I am slightly sore, but the sleepiness is probably from the adrenaline. I am grateful they did not leave as I was completely out of their control. They visit my home for a short time, at my workplace. There is no break, and I am left alone for around 40 hours. During this time, I am not touching myself. I am thinking of them, and my pussy. I am constantly reminded of how beautiful I look. Sometimes I wonder if they see how much I enjoy being a slutty cop on TV. I don't want to let them see, but I do touch myself. I secretly want to tell them, but I don't want them to know. I make myself long for their eyes and hands on me. Yet, I am constantly reminded that I am their slave. Their could do with a good cop/bad cop on the beat. They have ideas, and I would love to hear them.
Watching me, they see my need. I try to act nonchalant, yet I am hoping they see my submissive side. Taking the handcuffs off, I push my ass into my desk, and stretch it as far as the restraints will allow. Doing this, I turn to face them, and point towards the window. They see right through me. It would seem I have no control. This is humiliating enough. But it is even more so that the people I work with see through me. They can hear me sobbing. But they also see how humiliated I feel. If they knew, they would know I could use the drug again. My supervisor has ideas. He and his staff have been told about my need. They may not like them, but I know that if they see it, they will. I secretly hope not to. It will only make the job harder.
But I have had enough. I fall into a light state of consciousness. Even in this light, the aftershocks of my humiliation continue to run through me. I go into a short intense orgasm, which has become my special state. I stroke myself, holding it over and over. Then I move into my state of arousal, which is very different from my normal state. I am very different from other transvestites. I have a strong need to be humiliated. To be degraded, controlled, and to feel total submission. Without any stimulation, my mind wanders. Thoughts spring up, and I become aroused. The thought of doing this sets me off. It is like a dream come true. But once this dream fades, it is no longer an illusion. It becomes a reality. This dream has become a nightmare, if you will. A man, a man has entered my life..
Muss ein Video fuer eine Xsugarcookiex Streamate, bei dem ich mir in Anbetracht der naechtlichen Geschehnisse, gepflegt und fast lautlos einen runter.
Want to taste and sniff Jodie's Dirty little size 8 panties, or any of that romantic crap.
You would have to get undressed and tease each other's most sensitive spots right through nylons they wear.