dāma zaudējis uz spēle no pokers

The collar was proving particularly effective at reframing Laura's thoughts. She found herself quite naturally saying "slut" or "bitch" instead of girl now, referring Cuckold to herself as a "cuntlicker" instead of a lesbian, and describing her body parts as her "rapeballoons and sluthole" or "bitchmelons and cumcatcher". The clinic gave her spoken-word assignments before each session, and additional ones as homework, that concentrated her mind on the relevant words. Mostly they would give Laura a topic and ask her to find her own words, but sometimes they would provide Laura cumshot an article and ask her to read it verbatim. Barely a week and a half into her collar training, Laura found herself crying when given an article about feminism, refusing to read it, refusing to look at it because of how much pain she knew she would receive. They made her read it anyway. Laura sobbed as she was forced to say "women's rights" and "equality" and "feminism". She hated those words. They made her hurt. She found it hard to say "no" now as well, so when Roy asked her as she undressed one day if he could finger her cunt, she said "yes" even though she meant "no", and when he asked if he could pinch her clitoris so it would hurt her, she said "yes" as well, and then cried as he did it. She thanked him for hurting her blonde clit afterwards, like a good girl. When she tried she could still say "no" but she found it particularly hard in the blowjob confines of the clinic, naked and vulnerable. This wasn't a place where she said no - or even yes. This was just a place where things happened to her, and she let them happen. Laura's training over the first week was about defending herself - or rather, not defending herself. Amy strapped Laura into a machine, with the usual dildos at her cunt and ass. She was shown a video of women being molested. Men would grab their tits, or grope their cunts, violently and humiliatingly. When the women raised their hands to defend themselves, or stepped away, or otherwise took defensive action, the screen would flash red, and Laura would get shocks in her tits and cunt from her chips, which made her wet herself and scream. (Only quiet screams, of course. She knew not to be a loud bitch.) But when the women held still, kept their arms by their sides, and let the molesting happen, Laura got her cunt fucked in a delightfully pleasing way. The images grew more painful over time - they showed men hitting women hard in the tits, or slapping their face, Hardcore or kicking them in the cunt. Again, when the women defended themselves, Laura got a shock, but when they let it happen, she got her cunt pleasured. In fact I've wished for smaller boobs before just so that my back doesn't hurt all cumshot day. It wasn't a bright red, but blowjob a muted color, verging on brown. blonde I said "How would you like to Hardcore do this? It had previously been a very much larger farm and had the house to prove it, it having room for at least nine sleepers upstairs and the main bedroom on the main floor. Cuckold Maybe that'll bring it back to life." “Tonight, Thee’ll be bloody lucky to find one in Salford at all, thee’ll have to marry a nob lad!” he laughed. And the age-old double standard was still there. I give her a hard pussy slap which frighten Sylvia and ask Katin: "What you have to answer?" and Katin answers: "Yes, Sir!". She began slowly and gently fucking my ass as I fucked her back. That large girth stretched me out. I placed Debbie down in the seat I was in earlier in the week.