AlliceBennett

Hello hello! 🌟 I'm Allice.

a Colombian girl ready to explore and enjoy this community. 🌺 Let's live incredible moments together! Welcome."

"My fantasy is that, being an imposing and dazzling girl, someone is able to dominate me and destroy all that. It amazes me to think how far I can go in a complete commitment to another person. Find a partner who inspires me to want to become his slave. I think I am totally romantic. And I bring that romantic love to BDSM practices. In that aspect, I also like to take great care of aesthetics and I am quite a fetishist. I dress as a girl to fulfill the fantasy of a master who asks me for it. I don't require anything special. Part of being submissive is not asking. Although if the dominant asks me for a suggestion regarding something we agree to do in the session, I tell him. "What do I expect to happen or for him to do?" "When I have BDSM (sado) practices, I always do it in the role of submissive. The restriction of movements and senses makes me very excited. Recently, I met a boy at an event, we talked for a couple of days, we agreed What we wanted to do and we got together to meet. I went to the appointment with some black patent leather boots, which he had specially asked for because they were his fetish. I dressed in a latex mini, fishnet stockings, a low-cut black T-shirt. Of course, with a lot of makeup. As soon as we entered the room, everything changed. Everyone immediately tied my hands and covered my eyes. I instinctively made a movement to let go and he told me: "Shhhh, no. "No, no." He didn't talk to me. At most he ordered me around. At first, I was sitting in an armchair. He was playing sensory games and I had all my senses on alert. I heard him taking things out of his backpack; rustling noises. bags of wood. That expectant feeling, added to a little anxiety due to uncertainty, was part of the excitement I was feeling. He took off my underwear and stockings; He touched me. Then I felt him dripping hot candle wax on my chest, but when he put some skewers on my lolas I said the safe word ("Yellow"): I wasn't enjoying it. The same thing happened when he gagged me and I couldn't breathe well: I made the agreed gesture and he released my mouth. "The first thing he felt with each step was pain. But soon that same pain transformed into pleasure. It's something very strange. I could not move. He manipulated my body as he wanted: I was helpless. The feeling of surrender, struggling in that pleasurable game, made me feel as if he were outside of me. In a limbo. It was absolute ecstasy. I enjoyed playing his game and he was stimulated by the situation we shared. I lost the notion of time. The session seemed very long due to its intensity. There was no intercourse. When he took off the blindfold, the first thing I saw was all the items he had brought lying on the bed. It was shocking. I felt tired, exhausted. He asked me what I had felt, what I had liked or not liked, if he had felt the need for him to do something more conventional to me. I answered no and it seems that he didn't feel the need to do it either. He gave me a chocolate "." These practices are not "we're done, I'll call you a taxi" as is often the case in vanilla relationships. It is also part of the game that, once you finish, the dominant stays by your side. At no time did I feel morally bad. I would feel bad if tomorrow I get married and end up humiliated without being a BDSM game. I don't want violence either. "These practices have nothing to do with aggression or , but with surrender and measuring how far I go with the limits."