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My Story continues down the rabbit hole. From part 2. Hello, I’m John, had I had broken trust and trespassed on Dede’s property. Dede had strapped me in the suit, letting it manipulate my body and mind. I was left alone with whatever was about to happen. For what I assume was a couple of hours, this machine and suit violated me. It drained my cock of all its cum and shot it back into my throat. This device abused my hole, heightening orgasms to the point I passed out. The next thing I remember is my hands being unstrapped and the hood being removed. I saw Dede helping me out of the suit and over to the couch in the big room. She handed me a big jug of water. I drank it down …

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-Sunday afternoon- I paced back and forth through my apartment, every nerve on edge. We were meeting today, and my mind went back to us at the coffee shop. Though I didn’t think I’d given away much, he read me like a freaking cue card. I unwittingly guided him right to the heart of my desire. Now, I juggled a screaming anticipation and a heavy dread. Having dressed in my favorite lacy underwear, I slipped into a comfy, but stylish little black dress. I wore my favorite heels, and made sure my polish was neat. Make-up done, I grabbed my keys and purse. After lingering to check my appearance one last time, I straightened my spine and marched out the door. I’d never cowered in my life, and wasn’t starting now. I drove to the …

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My Story Continues. My eyes scanned the suit and the control device against the wall. I was unable to breathe, and I was scared for my life. I spun around, locking the room and placing the key on the shelf. I was careful to ensure it was back where I knocked it off. I shut off the lights and ran home. I locked my doors even to my bedroom. For the next twelve or so hours, I stared at the ceiling. When I finally got out of bed, I went to the computer. I began to research what I just found. I discovered little to no information about it. The best I could guess is it was a BDSM bondage suit. But this suit was altered with sensory deprivation concepts built on. Nothing I found …

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Dear Diary. I fucking love dick. Yeah, that’s right, I’m just gonna say it. I probably shouldn’t, and I know whoever’s reading this crummy ol’ book probably found it in the sewer and is judging me, but screw it. Dick feels freaking tip-top and I’d fuck a good dick every day of the week if I was able to, think what you want of me. So, uh, here’s the awkward transition into a story about how I fucked a random dude, and found myself tied up, blindfolded, and with a belly full of cum. It’s 3AM and my vibe is out of batteries, so here I am. It was New Years Eve. Well, actually, just twenty or so minutes into the New Year. People were running naked through the streets, setting buildings on fire, and …

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Kirsten found a new direction in her life following a talk with her birth father and a well-paid job prospect in the art world. She decided to take her father’s advice and gain a History of Arts degree, which would mean four years of hard work and a move from the west coast of Scotland to St Andrew’s on the east coast, almost two hundred miles away. Kirsten loaded her belongings into the three-year-old Mini Cooper her father bought her for her twentieth birthday. As her stepfather, Callum, watched her pack, he said, “You may be moving away, but you remain my slut. I control you; remember that.” Kirsten was the first to arrive at the flat she would share with three other students. All the rooms were the same inside: a bedroom with an …

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My name is John, and I’m twenty-one years old and live with my parents outside the Bay Area of California. I grew up here, and my private or sex life has not been vanilla. I had some adventures with some cheerleaders that went out of control. I was able to get back to everyday life for a while. This story is about how I disappeared for some time without anyone knowing. We lived in a house in an older neighborhood. Some of the places were two stories with a basement. The basements were built into the hillside. Most families I knew used them for their kid’s rooms because the noise was lessened underground. Our next-door neighbors, the Jones, were a lovely older couple with an older daughter, whom I rarely saw. The Jones were friendly …

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