They don’t come around that often. Maybe one in 35 chicks is a true Bondage Toy. A girl whose salient sexual needs are degradation and objectification. The type of girl who really lives for the intense shit. The one you can leave tied up for hours and she loves it. The stricter the better. In fact, if it isn’t strict enough, or that ball gag isn’t in tight enough or you didn’t choke her until her face turns blue or you don’t humiliate her properly or slap her face, hard, or fuck her with an ass hook in or bag her head or spit and urinate on her, or tie that rubber tubing tightly enough around her neck –she’s not happy. It becomes less than for her. Even though you have her in a terribly strict hogtie with an ass hook cinched in so tight any movement insures she feels it deep -you still make her raise her ass, her cunt high enough into the air so that you can penetrate it with your cock –while she’s crying. Or leave her in a cage with manacles locked to her wrists behind her back. Then tape headphones into her ears, volume cranked high, with nothing but the sound of a baby crying –over and over and over again. Then go hit the shower and make yourself lunch. And when you come back her pussy is seething so badly that there is a pool of slime sitting underneath her. It kind of reminds you of that frosting you sprinkle on a bundt cake.
I just thank my lucky stars that chicks like that exist. I mean, just think about it for a minute, these chicks want nothing more than to be completely used by another person –and in the most humiliating and painful and strict ways possible. A receptacle for someone else’s desires. Anything outside of that spells disappointment to them. It is the only way in which they can achieve true sexual satisfaction.
I love Bondage Toys like that. Because giving them exactly what they need is the only way in which I can achieve true sexual satisfaction myself.