Ultimate beauty to me is vulnerability. Images from Roperookie.com leave me wet with thoughts of vulnerability. Something about a dental gag forcing one’s mouth open, unable to reject anything from being shoved into one’s mouth. Imagine that. Unable to stop something from going in your mouth, the very idea of it sends me into a horny frenzy. Many times I’ve been tied, mouth forced open by one method or another, my mouth simply a warm wet hole for Master to plunge his cock into whenever he feels like it. I’ve been bound for hours like this, every once in a while feeling his cock enter my throat - spew his wonderful load down my throat and then walk off. Or cumming on my face, and leaving me like that…tied, mouth still open while his cum drips down my face, on to the floor, while I try desperately with my tongue to catch some of it. 
Memories come rushing back to me when I happen to visit Roperookie.com to see what’s new. Which is often, as they update it constantly, just like Master’s site…every week theres a ton of new stuff to look at. So they come highly recommended by my humble self!
Sometimes vulnerability is hottest when it isn’t forced. When it’s given willingly. When my friend and I in highschool wanted to be “prostitutes” and got our guy friend to be our “pimp” - I think that was willingly given vulnerability. We gave ourselves to him, we asked him to hit us on days we didn’t make much money. We wanted to be whores. We wanted no choice but to have ten different boys shove their cocks in our mouths in the bathroom at lunch-time and call us dirty names, and then have to sit next to them in class. Vulnerability is a rush.
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