notsoinnocentwhenyoudream:On this blog much of what I seek to show is the beauty in surrender, even

notsoinnocentwhenyoudream:

On this blog much of what I seek to show is the beauty in surrender, even when it is harsh, painful or dirty. A picture is only a glimpse, a moment, a tiny bit of something much more… The good ones, like this, lets us fill in all the rest, makes us create a story of our own.

Sandra’s new neighbour was such an ass… He had spotted her submissive side and didn’t refrain from taking advantage of it… saying what a naughty married little girl she is to go out with that kind of mini skirt on her, making her blush… another day, saying he was sure she was a dirty little girl in the past before getting married that her guilty smile gives her away…gradually… making her vulnerable and aroused…after weeks, the language had evolved in a humiliating way… he was saying now, that what a needy little girl she was to enjoy being controlled by a man other than her husband…or, he was sure his voice and his control over her mind making her wet… and only a dirty little slut gets wet from such a depraved act… Almost everything he told her with his confident manly tone was so degrading yet so arousing for Sandra… She fighted with the urge to surrender to his will but everytime, she lost that battle… One day… when she was seduced and wet as always with him…He told her to take off her clothes except her high heels…with an air of authority. She hesitated a bit, only to save the face… she was already yierning for anything he may give… then she did. He tied her hands up from behind… then… made her waited like that vulnerably and shamefully while he went upstairs and didn’t show up for half an hour. Sandra’s mind was wandering… how on earth she put herself in a position where she was waiting in a sitting room… naked… her hands tied from behind…waiting for a man other than her husband… to show up and take her… she had never felt humiliated more than that… that was when, he called her upon upstairs. When Sandra made her way through stairs, he noticed him, waiting at the top of the stairs, looking down at her. When she proceeded through him, he made her stop. “Look at me, slut” he said with that confident smirk on his face… “look at you… I knew what a needy little slut you are, the moment I saw you. What kind of a girl enjoys being humiliated by a stranger man this way, huh? I’m sure you are already fucking wet, I can even smell your wetness from here… from now on, slut… you belong to me… do you understand me? I own you. Your mind… and every inch of your body is mine”. She couldn’t believe that still she let him talk to her like that but she was so aroused… and so wet as he truely guessed… she couldn’t help…blushed and leaned her face down… everything was so shameful… but she wanted him to take her… manhandle her… whatever he wanted, she admitted… Sandra needed to serve him…like it was her duty to do that. “Come here slut, it’s time to put you to a good use as you fucking deserve” he said, turned and walked towards the bedroom… she followed him.