A squirter-in-training and a mysterious masked man

I have always wanted to be a squirter. It was something I saw in porn, but I assumed that my body wasn’t capable.

None of my orgasms were strong enough to make squirt .

I failed to stimulate my g spot and my clit no matter what I tried.

To enjoy my best body, I decided to make a drastic overhaul of my sex life.

To unleash my darkest fantasies, and to discover my deepest desires, I had to end a long-lasting relationship.

Truth is, I have had many sexual fantasies throughout my life. It's difficult for me to make my sexual fantasies come true because I seem shy.

The past few months have been an adventure

I bought a dildo for myself and started collecting many toys. I had wild nights of fun and experimented with both men and women.

One of my fantasies was to be initiated into the BDSM world, but I didn’t want to get to know the person before that initiation.

Although it is not recommended that you do this with someone else, I enjoyed the mystery and the thrill of watching a stranger sexually assault me.

I began searching online for professionals. I wanted it to be perfect the first time.

Can someone make me a squirter so that my worst fantasies can come true?

I met someone, and we set up an appointment to introduce me to bondage, and possibly make me a squirter.

We agreed on our boundaries and I signed an agreement online. He was eager to meet me.

On the night of our first encounter I stood at his door with mixed feelings of anxiety and nerves. Although I had never seen him before, I could feel his anticipation in my stomach.

It was as if I were on fire.

The door was opened by a tall man

When I first saw him, I was stunned at my luck. He was even more sexy in person.

The mask he was wearing meant that I couldn't see his eyes, which I had longed for. His lips were full and his smile was half-smiled, which promised a wonderful night.

He invited me to come in and make myself comfortable on the sofa.

He said, "Tell me now, and are you certain about it?" while slowly removing his clothes to expose the leather costume beneath.

His stare burned into my skin, making it hard to sit up.

"I want to be dominated by you and made a squirter. It's certain. Tea is my safe word.

"Perfect. "Perfect.

After we had finished speaking, he came close to me and began to undress me.

My pulse was racing, and I began to breathe hard. I was smelling wood and spices and the soft leather made me crazy.

His hands touched my body and set it ablaze with each stroke of his fingers.

He pulled my hair back and exposed my neck to him.

He backed me against the wall and kissed me until my stomach ached. His pants rubbed against my pussy and then his hand replaced it.

His fingers were rubbing against my clit, spreading my wetness all around.

He stopped me from bucking my hips and gave me a red leather and lace body harness.

I was aware that squirter training was on the horizon.

My stitches and my ass were exposed by the harness. It felt like a gift, wrapped in soft leather.

I felt kinky and tied together the ensemble with the garter belt.

I wanted him spanking me and to yell at me, but he was leading the encounter.

I was determined to be a good friend.

He then showed me the butterfly nipple clips and waited for my permission before he moved on. I begged him for them to be put on my body.

He whispered, "Good girl," in my ear as he licked my nipples until it was hard and sensitive.

I closed my eyes, and I felt the cold metal on my boob. He was moving the clips across my body. It gave me chills.

Next, I felt a brief sensation of pain followed by a wave I had never experienced before.

He was touching his own eyes when I opened my eyes.

I was irritated to see his large dick and began to moan. I wanted extreme sensations, and I wanted them now.

After his cock had become hard, he began to walk towards me.

He led me to a huge bed and put a blindfold on my eyes.

It was time to learn squirter lessons

After a while, I felt his tongue tugging at my inner thigh. Then, I felt the entrance of his pussy and finally, my clit.

I groaned, lost in joy as he shoved two fingers into me.

He soon learned that I like to feel his tip making tight circles around my clit.

My moans got louder, and I couldn’t stop gasping for air every time he moved. He was making me wetter and more wetter.

I felt something cold in my stomach again.

It was so stark that it made me scream. It was so stark that I could not escape it.

The cold soon felt amazing on my sensitive pussy. It was addictive.

It felt like ice, but I wasn't sure. The most exciting part was trusting that someone would fiss me exactly how I wanted.

My clit ballooned like never before

He whispered, "You must do what I say if your goal is to be a squirter."

As he handcuffed and blindfolded me to the bed I nodded.

His wet tongue was now moving towards my neck, from my ear lobe, and eventually ending at my nipples.

It was gentle and warm, gently touching my wet areas. It was refreshing and relaxing.

He grasped my wrists, and pressed very hard.

His dick was moving on my stomach, while he caressed and grazed the rest of my body.

When I felt his tip slowly penetrate me, I couldn't help but beg.

He had to fuck me hard, I was so horny that I couldn't wait for the suspense.

All of the games before me had made me feel so elated, I thought I was about to go cum.

He was just so kind.

He pulled on the clamps as he continued to fuck me. He coaxed me to a muffled scream each time.

I felt my cum starting to drip down my back and see him moving faster.

"Come on, my little squirter," He groaned as he pounded me hard and fast.

I felt fire all over my body. I felt every inch of my body begging for freedom.

I obeyed with another scream.

I let go of all my stress and felt the fluid rushing out of me. My back was twisted and I was lost in the joy of squirting.

All the pressure that I felt over the years was now escaping my body in a way that is best for me.

I learned how to be an effective squirter and how to be free. I wouldn't change a thing.