In fact, depraved hardly begins to describe it. Whatever the circumstances, whatever the perverse, punishing permutation, there are always costumes and games and roles to play, incorporating leather, rubber and steel, harnesses and buckles and straps, shackles and chains and ropes and manacles; hoods and blindfolds and p***s- and ball-gags; paddles and canes and crops and whips and of course any number of big strap-on c***s. Satisfying s*x for Big Linda is the unlimited exercise of power over a man, regardless of the particulars, and so she’s always cruelly merciless; deliberately demeaning me, insidiously subverting my born identity and ceaselessly glorying in her iron-fisted control as she pitilessly subjugates my captive manhood.
Looming over my bound and uselessly struggling form, wit
