Dear Sirs, it doesn’t always have to be Sex. You can do whatever you want with your girl. Yes, fucking us is super fun. i am not saying to stop fucking her, but don’t reduce us to fuck toys. We can be sooo much more. Remember, you can do whatever you want with your girl. The only limit is your imagination.
You can dress her up in whatever you want. You can forbid her from using cutlery and you can make her eat all meals like a dog. You can put her on a leash 24/7 and lock her in a cage. You can make her perform whatever humiliating tasks you want. You are her Master, her Owner, her World. Don’t reduce her to just Sex. You can enjoy her in a million more ways. We girls feel happiest when can please someone. We want to get tasks, we want to be told what to do, we want to work hard for you. So we can be praised because we did well. Give us the opportunity to earn that “Good Girl” we so direly crave.
That’s right. The more creative the use, the better.
Yes yes yes!!!! So many guys don’t realize this.
Just cause she is a bimbo does not mean she only enjoys your cock and dressing like a slut. She also enjoys being obedient, humiliated, and abused. Don’t just use her as your fuck toy, beat her to cheer you up, humiliate her to show her her place, abuse her because she needs it.
After Sir Stephen had attached the leash permanently to O, he used her mouth. Natalie watched and wished she was O, shaved, pierced and now leashed. She wanted to be desired and used like O, she wanted to be brave and to serve as O did. She hoped she had the courage. Meanwhile O took Sir Stephen’s length in her mouth.
Part IV of the Story of O, The Owl as seen through the eyes of Natalie, Jacqueline’s sister.
When O and Natalie arrived back at Sir Stephen’s villa at Florville outside of Nice, they found that Jacqueline was out scouting locations with the director of her movie, and that Rene was in Nice attending to some business. Norah was in the local village market getting supplies for their meals, so only Sir Stephen awaited them.
He took O upstairs with Natalie following behind. He had O remove her clothes and as she removed each item, Natalie would fold it and place it in the wardrobe. When O stood naked in front of him, Sir Stephen examined her closely, even though O’s naked body was very familiar to him. He placed the Owl Mask over O’s head and mused that the Commander was absolutely right -, she looked better without her body hair which had contrasted so poorly with the feathers of the mask. “Plucked quite bare, like a chicken”, he smiled.
Then he told Natalie to go and get him a pair of pliers. “You are to be placed on a leash, O”, he said.
Sir Stephen forced open the last link of a chain leash and attached it the last of the Iron Rings that pierced O so intimately. He then closed the link with the pliers, and taking a torch and some flux, welded it shut. Although the heat was close to her body, O bore the closeness of the fire without flinching. Now the leash would have to be cut off her irons.
O was led around by Natalie so Natalie could get used to leading her.
“Am I to led her at the party?”, Natalie asked Sir Stephen.
“Either you or Norah, I haven’t decided” Natalie begged and pleaded that she be allowed to lead O at the party, but Sir Stephen brutally cut her off saying it would be his decision.
