After years of seeking more intense ecstasy, all had gone one-sided. I had tried every position known and every kind of device available. Although some were significant climax-generating events, I needed more.
I was continually searching for the seventh heaven. The next plateau that unhinges my hormones releases the river of estrogen and makes me scream with pleasure as had never been experienced before. I was willing to donate my body for this. That's when I met Chrissy.
I had never been tied up or tortured; I found the experience exhilarating, being entirely under the control of another; my body loved it; my hormones loved it; nothing was more intense than being knotted with sisal hemp and relinquishing myself to her every want, being led around by a leash, punished, and then rewarded.
Moreso, I loved when she paraded me around groups of strangers naked, bound, and traded off to have my cavities explored as she oversaw. I never knew such pleasure existed; the more hands exploring, the better. My pinnacle of ecstasy had experientially grown; having a vibrator or hand inside me while tied increased my drive for more, wanting every opening manipulated, teased, fucked. Being a willing subordinate became my life; I lived a life of stark nudity; no clothes were allowed.
She was the most beautiful blonde my eyes had ever seen. Her body was exquisite. Nothing was better than being forced to eat her sweet-as-candy shaved slit amid a crowd at her demand; my tongue sought it, licking every last taste of her as she held my tether taught, popping the silk whip over my back between my legs, teasing my despoiled pink slit offensively; she owned me; I was hers to play with, and I was the happiest I had been in a long time.
That's when she presented me to Angela. It began unexpectedly one day, tying me to a tabletop in the center of her dungeon. Bound, lying on my backside, I was a gift for Angela. Her brunette hair and olive complexion differed from my fair whip-marked, tattered skin.
