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A few fantasies I'd be interested in acting out (or any similar fantasies -- and if you'd like to see what I look like, just ask for access to my private photos):

-- You make me work out in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs...while you periodically glance up and order me to switch to heavier weights, or traipse over and squeeze my biceps or smack my thighs...or you just decide that I've turned in such a lackluster performance that it's time to end the workout early, and you push me down to the floor, on my back, straddling me, and slide your hands around my sweaty neck...

-- You matter-of-factly explain that since I agreed to meet you in person, you now have the right to use my body in any way you see fit. That I let you buy me like a cheap cut of meat at a grocery store. After you make me strip, maybe you even order me up onto the kitchen counter, grabbing handfuls of my flesh and feeling it for firmness, thwacking my thighs with a meat tenderizer, as if I really am nothing but a piece of meat, before you hop on top of me, or tug me down to the floor, to ride me as you wrap your hands around my throat...

-- A lot of my fantasies tend to involve ch0king. I've done it to women before, but I've never been ch0ked myself. Never even been dominated. Always dated submissive women who wanted me to be dominant in the bedroom. So I'm craving a woman who'll say, maybe mid-conversation, that it's time for me to shut up. Then you order me to lift up my chin, and you curl your hands around my neck, your thumbs pressing down on my throat, as I sputter and ch0ke under you, and you ride me like a horse.

-- Maybe one of us bathes the other. But I'm not sure whether it'd be more appropriate for me to bathe you worshipfully by candlelight, massaging soap into your skin and shampoo into your scalp, gently and soothingly...or for you to scrub me clean, as roughly as you can, just scour my body with a brillo pad as if I'm a filthy pet or piece of livestock. Either way, I think the bath needs to end with you mounting and riding me...maybe even holding my head underwater and snickering at the way I sputter and splash around beneath you, as if I'm just a funny bathtime sex toy.

-- We meet, go out once or twice, and I try to impress you by bragging about my cooking. So I invite you back to my place one evening to make you dinner. We start cooking together, but it doesn't take long before the power dynamic shifts wildly in your favor: you spill your drink on my shirt, seemingly accidentally, so I have to pull it off -- my undershirt, too -- and you look at my chest coldly, impersonally, reach out and poke my pecs...slap my abs, watch my flesh jiggle...offer unsolicited advice about what muscles I need to work on, while I just awkwardly nod, hope you'll let me get back to cooking...and when I do, you watch me intently for a minute, then order me to strip completely naked so you can get a look at the rest of my body.

I demur, tell you we should wait until after dinner to, uh, take our clothes off. "You're the only one taking your clothes off," you tell me, and calmly walk over and pour the rest of your drink onto my pants. I sputter some protest while looking down in shock, start to unzip my jeans, but you grab my chin and jerk it up, lock eyes with me, instructing me to stay still for a minute -- "I'm gonna punish you now. You want to get ch0ked or held underwater? Ten seconds, either way." So I choose to get ch0ked, it seems easier -- and when you release my neck, you tell me I'm allowed to strip out of my jeans now. My underwear, too. And you have me strip naked in the kitchen, commenting on my anatomy as if you're critiquing a drawing or statue or doll, and I hand you my pants and boxers, then hop up on the cold kitchen counter.

By the time dinner is ready, you've informed me that your chairs and table -- all your furniture -- are for people wearing clothing, not for naked or underwear-clad bodies...but that once your dinner's on the table, you'd be happy to dump some food -- maybe crackers, or leftovers -- onto a paper towel on the floor for me to eat. I groan, but I don't bother complaining any longer...and while I try to make conversation with you, crouching down on the floor to scarf down some barely edible food while you devour whatever meal I've cooked for you, you just ignore me while you read or watch or scroll through something on your phone.

After you finish eating, you look at me -- I'm still trying to chew a few last bites of my own awful meal -- and you say, sounding disgusted, "Dude, I don't think this is gonna work out...you're just not my type." You get up, you grab me by the hair or arm, pull me up, retrieve my clothes from wherever you left them, take a few plastic bags, and lead me outside -- I'm feebly struggling, begging you to let me put my clothes back on before we go outside where people can see us -- but you just march me over to the building's trash room, or garbage can in the backyard. You toss my clothes in a bin, order me to get in too -- and I just give in, hoping the night will just end already, climb into the garbage. You finally offer me some praise, pat me on the head, so when you tell me to lift up my head, I happily comply, letting you zip tie a plastic bag around my neck before you lower the dumpster lid, dust off your hands, and walk away.

Or -- even darker ending -- when you finish eating dinner, and I offer to help you put the leftovers in the refrigerator, you wait before answering -- slowly look over my whole body, pause, think for a minute, and finally reply: "No. I wanna save space in the freezer to hold you."

-- The two of us come back to my place after a date, sitting on the sofa, you looking bored, or tired, starting to ignore me...until all of a sudden your eyes light up, and you ask me excitedly, "Hey, would you mind if I strangled you? I bet your body would look soooo good all naked and sprawled out on the floor!" I'm shocked, at first, and I just assume it's a sick joke...but then I realize you're serious, and I start trying to bargain with you. Maybe I offer to let you ch0ke me, just a little, hoping it'll be enough to satisfy you...but, of course, it isn't, and you slowly talk me into letting you throttle me for longer and longer, removing more and more of my clothes, letting you smack me around, inspect my body. "See? You like getting ch0ked, don't you?" -- Until eventually I give in, and you remove the rest of my clothes and mount me...

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I don't know what he is saying because he's German. Its frustrating. He pulls my jeans down and off. "My little slut" he says as he slides his hands down my waist onto my cheeks. (He'd set up a tripod in the doorway. Once he sent me the video to me further I used a translator. I wanted to know what the sick fuck had been saying.)
"I dont understand l" i say. " i dont want to play with you" i plead. He strips my thongs off. He then pinches my nose and when i try to gasp for air he rams what i suspect are my thongs into my mouth and slaps my arse HARD. "I know how to make a woman behave. You think you can'tbe broken little one?" He grabs my hair and smashes my cheekbone off the cistern. I try to keep calm because it's harder to breathe if I panic. He drags me by the hair. I feel so embarrassed I'm completely naked and I hate my body. I try to cover myself with my hands. He slaps them away. "That is my little body to touch" he says aggressively, grabbing my wrists. I don't know what with, I can't see behind me. He says something else in German then laughs. What the fuck is this guy saying😓
He turns me around and says in English not to move. He strips off his t shirt. He's muscular. Really muscular for a white guy. An elite physique. He must work out for a living, I think to myself. This guy could kill me with his bare hands. He grabs my throat.
" You'll say nothing.." he says as he squeezes my jaw open and rips the thongs out of my mouth. I give him a pleading look I probably looked so pathetic. I don't know what he's saying. He sounds angry though. Then he pulls me towards him, squeezes my throat firmly while he kisses me.
"Please, let me drink some water" I beg, looking at the taps. He stares at me for a moment. Then he grabs my hair and tells me to get into the bath. He tells me to kneel and open my mouth, as he undoes his belt. "I'm not going to on your cock I'll bite it off if you try!" I say panicking.
Oh? He asks.
"You haven't earned my cock little girl", he pulls his belt out as he pulls my head back. He starts belting my mouth and tits and I gasp. "Now open your fucking mouth" he says , slapping my face hard on the already smashed cheekbone. So I do. I don't want him to hurt my face anymore. I'm on my knees in my bathtub, my hands tied behind me. The worst part isn't the stinging of the belt. It's the disrespect, the contempt..."Look at that big cock little girl" he commands as he lowers his jeans and pulls it out. I'm instructed to keep my mouth open and put my tongue out. He begins bouncing his hard cock off my tongue. If you close your mouth I'll tear your little arsehole Gilly"
"You will like this" He starts ing on me. He es on my face , in my mouth, he yanks my head back and es over my tits. He shakes the last few drops onto my tongue. He then spits in my mouth. It makes me gag.
"Now, which little hile will i make bleed first?"
"I don't know what that means!" I say, hes been saying most things in German, I don't speak it. He pulls the shower head down and starts running it. He blasts me with with cold water as I scream.
"You will soon enough little one" he laughs. "Have patience. Let's make that little pussy wet for Daddy" He starts rubbing his fingers over my clit as he's washing me in the 3rd full bath. It feels like he's being caring and I like it. Till he lifts me out of the bath, just folds me over his arm like a towel no effort to him& he cuffs my already tied together wrists to the bath handle at the wall.
He fingers me and circles my clit quite gently for what felt like not even a minute before he tries to ram his cock in me. He fails. Thank F. I can feel him trying to it in with his hand round the base. I'm silently praying he doesn't manage. He spits on me multiple times and tries again and again to penetrate me. He stops and stands. I halves his belt and strikes my cheeks repeatedly. There's nowhere to escape. "Don't fucking move whore" he tells me. I hear his feet behind me again. He begins vibrating my clit. It feels so good. He's buzzing my clit while playing with my nipples and slapping my tits. He starts fingering me roughly and tells me "Cum for Daddy." I feel like I might. I then feel a finger enter my arse too and to my embarrassment I erupted. I came so hard. "Good girl" he tells me, slapping my arse. "Again.." He commands as he presses the buzzer against my clit and fingers my already creaming pussy.
I begin to quake again as I hear "Come for Daddy, be a good girl" He fingers me till I clench round his fingers again, without will, just d to orgasm.
Without warning he rams his cock at my pussy. He grabs my pelvis and holds me in place while he clumsily attempts to fuck me. When he finally manages to 'pop' himself in. I say pop but it's hard to describe. It's so ful and like there's too much purchase, it's like a car stalling, then going again, it gets stuck there for a moment them s past. He's big. I'm not,& I'm far from relaxed. It's agony. My legs want to collapse. Every time they begin to he smacks my arse. "Fuck your little cunt is perfect baby, mmmmm" he praises. He wraps a hand around my throat and starts fucking me so hard. "Aww arw you crying little one?" He can feel the tears running onto his hand. The is insane. He's grunting and telling me I'm a "Good little slut/Good girl" The praise almost softens the . I feel him explode inside me. "I will breed that tiny cunt" he says. "We're going to have so much fun with your little holes tonight.."
I think I'm going to faint when he rams himself back inside me...

He insisted we should meet his friends before we had our own quality time, because they'd "be back in Austria within days. I kinda hate meeting new folk, is it an introvert thing?
He'd bought my entire outfit.I mean down to the earrings and lingerie. I'd only been bought some clothes previously by my manager when i was 16.
I had on some magenta lace trim thongs with a little bow at the front and back. The gusset was silky on the outside. The bra cups were half silky then laced towards the cleavage, with a little silk bow to match the thongs. It was a fun colour I'd never have chosen for myself. The dress was simple; a solid black cap sleeved A line skater. The skirt was short, I'd have to be very delicate bending, I had black strapped satin stilletos on, he'd bought me the nail polish the colour of the lingerie. The guy was more thorough than me about his colour coordination preferences.

When we left the restaurant his 's fiancée said "Women's in the back" so I got in the backseat. We'd barely driven a minute before his opened her palm and announced she'd heard I liked sedatives. There were 2 small blue rhombus shaped pills. From the drivers seat I was told, "Go on baby girl let yourself relax.." while my knee was quickly squeezed twice as encouragement. He was looking at me in the mirror. He seemed calm&sincere, and Rhia was just smiling at me -palm out -offering a small bottle of water. I took a breath and scooped the pills up. Mosa piped up from the passenger seat taking a swig of a beer, "I take 1 too, just 1 as I'm drinking, you enjoy you don't drink." Blue is my favourite..I took them. "Thank you Rhia, appreciated" I told her ,sitting back.
"You're so welcome my darling", she replied, as she took my cheeks in her hands and kissed me hard, complete with 'MWOAH!' then patting my thigh. Within minutes I could feel this soothing gravitational wave wash down me. I glanced up to notice a beautiful, golden, crescent moon. I gazed at it a while, till I realised, Rhia's hand was not only still on my thigh, she was gently massaging it. She gently dragged her nails from my knee to halfway up my thighs and started massaging it further up,this time pushing my already short skirt up..
We're at some traffic lights. In my peripheral I catch him checking on me. "Daaadddyy.." (oh fffff..I've never called him that in public!) He just laughed and said, "What is it baby girl?"
"Your *'s touching my leg in a weird way." I said; in what felt like slow motion, was I slurring? "Mhmm" he replied, non chalantly. He's too busy to converse while he's driving, I resolve.
Rhia's hand moves again. She's trying to pull my panties aside wtf is going on?
"Daaadddy" I say again. "She's trying to touch me!" Did I say that loudly? Did I say it at all? I must not have. I quickly try to clasp my left hand over my pubic bone, but she's already there and won't budge her hand. "Get off me **!" I say, then hear, "F*ck did you call me?", while receiving a backhanded fist which slams my top lip against my front teeth. She begins stripping her jeans off as the car pulls into a lay-by, she removes her panties and shoves them in her bra and puts her jeans back on. She goes back to my thighs. "Open your legs slut " she demands.
"I'll have to pass." I say, just as the door beside me opens and my hairs grabbed, he puts his fingers in my mouth. "Baby what day is it?"
"Balentinth"i say through his fingers.
"Yeah baby so just go with it and let Daddy enjoy his night too. Then he holds my nose closed. I gasp for air and Rhia smashes her panties from her lap into my mouth. "I'm not his *** you dumb bitch." she chides. "And you -lil chicken - are mine."
"Lean forward for Daddy" He takes off his tie and binds my wrists behind me. "Now move over, and behave." Rhia moves to the window seat and I wriggle over to the middle. Mosa gets out and comes to sit on my right side.
Rhia tells me to put one leg on either side. "Do it" Mosa commands more so physically by lifting my right leg under the knee and holding it. Rhia massages between my legs. I wriggle but there's nowhere to go. Mosa uses his other hand to pin my neck back as Rhia's fingers prod and poke, she sucks her fingers and slides her hand back up as Mosa holds my right leg with his left arm and puts more pressure on my throat with his right. As she plays with me she keeps nipping my skin and as she puts fingers inside me because she's wearing long nails and I'm not horny. Idk what's dryer rn; my cunt or my mouth with Rhia's panties semi suffocating me.
Mosa asks me if I'm going to be a good girl. I nod, in his hand. He puts my heel on the seat ,spits on his fingers and starts circling my clit as Rhia fingers me. It actually feels alright until Mosa let's go of my leg and takes his phone out to start filming. I try to say no and look away from the camera. Rhia pulls me back by the hair as she's just fingering me. She whispers in my ear "I have some toys for that tight little pussy, have you ever cum for a woman before?" She asked the latter more loudly. "No, actually I've only cum for a man once too." I reply, somewhat ashamed.
"You're gonna cum for me, here in the back seat" says Rhia, "Or we'll pull over again and you'll be fucked over the bonnet on camera. Have you ever been pegged? " I shake my head. "If you displease me I won't be gentle with you -Do you understand?" She asks. I nod. We hit more traffic lights. A familiar voice says "Look at Daddy", I can't. I'm awkwardly positioned, with a woman I only just met tonight's panties and fingers in me, and her partners filming it happening.
"You're being rude to Daddy's guests. Now you're going to need correction. I'm sure Rhia won't mind you across her lap, spanking your little ass raw while you take Daddy in your mouth. If you're a very good girl there's a surpise for you. Now let's go home and see how good you can be baby girl. You're gonna look so beautiful on film. Rhia's desperate to spank you now aren't you Rhia?" He asks.
"I'm going to make her my little pet." She replies. As the car pulled into our driveway I guessed I'd find out soon what that meant...