You've woken up horny, with a text from a friend. "Babe, you've got to try this masseurs, He's amazing!!! I had such a stressful week and now I'm floating on clouds" You shake your head, your friends always getting into these types of things. You move to put your phone on the bedside table when the movement reminds you of the damp patch in your panties and how you dreamt of someone absolutely fucking your brains out. You shrug, pick back the phone up and book an appointment for the late afternoon. Little did you know how that dream would foreshadow your day.

Imagine a tall, muscular yet slim, handsome man with the mane of a lion, a voice who's deep vibration you can feel in your bones, a quiet masculine aura yet with kind eyes. Embracing, feeling safe in his arms yet apprehensive and a little wet. You're about to go on a journey. He has been traveling around the world for nearly a decade learning to use his hands, his mouth and his worlds to transform people. Studying tantra, yoga, massage and trauma release everywhere from the deserts of Africa, The Himalaya's of Nepal, The Frozen Tundra of Russia and The Forests of America.

Imagine being lifted into his lap, gazing deep into his deep green eyes, feeling dizzy, entranced, as you see him gaze into your soul, captivated, you know he's seeing you for who you are on a primal level. He smiles, his eyes shining and embraces you again before gently laying you down with his head on his lap. Featherlight touches against the brow, over the cheeks, earlobes, gently brushing across the lips, mild yet consistent tension pulling the back of your hair, stretching your neck in relaxation, you release a gentle moan as you finally cast off the weight of the day.

While cradling your head, you hear his voice, you feel it vibrate throughout your body. His hands on your sternum and just high enough above your pelvis to simultaneous relax and make you squirm. He begins to brush the backs of his fingers, on every inch of your skin, making your nipples engorge and your breath begin to catch as you groan, an intense heat develops in your womb. You begin to trickle nectar onto your thighs, the trickle turning into a stream flowing like the nectar of an overripe flower under the warm summer sun, feel the heat begin to grow and with it a hunger, warmth radiating up your spine, your clit beginning to throb and your pelvis unconsciously rock.

His voice intensifies, "Give into that pleasure. Every thrust the warmth gets hotter, every movement the pleasure becomes deeper." Your breath naturally goes from throaty, to groans of pleasure, his hands increase in pressure massaging from your collar bone down pulling your swollen breasts with only the slightest brush over the nipple, deep over the hips, circling around the navel and thighs but never touching your pussy, only intensifying the desire boiling within it. "Thrust your pelvis, feel the arousal moving through your body, completely let your voice go" "Harder, Deeper, Feeling the walls of your pussy contract" "Faster, Tighter, Milking into your Womb" You step over the edge and convulse into a mind shattering orgasm, screaming while his hands embrace over your heart, still holding your head in his lap. "Good girl."

Laying there in post orgasmic bliss, the sunlight on your face, you both breathe deeply as he begins to ask gentle questions, You can feel the intention behind it, a deep longing to be united and a soft apprehension of the work that must be done. In order for a caterpillar to emerge as a butterfly. It must endure the dark of the cocoon, you will face your fears and come to realize that you are living in a new time. The past is the past and you have come out a stronger woman because of it. You feel your head release as you drift into a well earned sleep on the clouds of your orgasm.

Awakening on the bed, feeling relaxed, noticing you are bound with silk to the four corners of the bed. You are alone but not alone. You can feel him nearby. The kindness is gone, replaced with a deep hunger for your body.

You hear a soft clink as he sets down a tray with tools. Pretending to still be asleep you jiggle your ass, just enough for the towel over you to fall to the floor. He laughs ,signalling he knows you are asleep as he straddles your ass and forces you deeper into the bed. His breath warm across the nape of your neck, you hear a bottle open moments before feeling the warm oil trickle over your back, pooling down your spine in slow rivulets, the scent of coconut and lemon arousing the air. Firmly kneading the oil into the depths of your curves, grinding and kneading at tense muscles. Digging the heels of his palms in and rolling as he feels your heavy sigh, looking over at the leather belt and ball gag on the tray as he feels you begin to drift off again, towards a blissful unaware state under his slow yet firm massage. oil pooling over your breasts, down the sides of your body and between your thighs, sending shivers as his hands withdraw.

Your body completely relaxed moments before something is rammed into your mouth roughly and tied behind your head. the familiar taste of her ball gag mixing with the scent of the oil as you moan. He leans in and growls in her ear "Massage time is over slut, it's time that tight ass was fucked hard" before biting down on your neck roughly, tearing at your skin as you feels his hands rake down your back all the way to your ass, scoring your skin. Such a contrast to the soothing massage you were just enjoying. He reach over and moves back, no longer straddling your ass directly, instead pressing his Throbbing tip right at the opening to your ass as he brings down the thick, worn leather belt over your bottom with a loud crack. Groaning into the ball gag as you feels his touch and teeth, Quivering in excitement and fear at the thought of his thick cock in your tight ass, hoping that some of the oil will tease down to your rim before he uses you. Wriggling slowly as he chuckles, realising what you were trying and growls loudly. "That's right slut, that ass is going to be punished and brutalised without lube tonight" as he rains down another series of criss-crossing slaps with the leather belt, leaving your ass throbbing with heat and welted before he wraps the belt around your throat tightly. Resume his long, slow, deep massaging of her back suddenly you moan in surprise and whimper into the gag, knowing you are nothing but his Filthy little fucktoy and you live to serve his cock. You tries to move her your back, wanting to please him, to give him your ass however he wants it, your pussy soaking the mattress as you move, silk sheets tickling at your clit.

He leans in and begin using his elbow to grind firmly over your back in circles, easing all tension before suddenly gripping the leather belt with his other hand and yanking it, elbow pushing down on your back back as he chokes you and simultaneously presses his hips forward savagely, slamming half of his thick length deep into your ass. "That's right, don't relax too much my fucktoy this ass is all mine and I intend to use it roughly tonight." Struggling to breath you cry out into the ball gag and clench your holes against this violating cock before relaxing to take him, submitting to him and writhing in pleasure at his every throbbing pulse inside, your motions rubbing your clit against the bed as the belt cruelly digs into your neck, sure to mark and bruise your skin. Groaning at how tight you are he leans in close, tugging on the belt and using it like a leash as he thrusts forward brutally once more, this time sliding his entire length into your ass. "That's right baby, tonight you aren't the woman I love, you are just a nasty whore cumdump that I am going to fuck, use and abuse"

But what if this wasn't a fantasy, what if the person on the other end of this post is as real as you were. As horny as you are. Dm me.