The girl comes home and sees that her lover has prepared a nice surprise for her, he ties her up, than handcuffs her and she becomes his prey, he can do everything now and we’ve got to find out what he’s gonna do!
As you enter the apartment you see me wearing a transparent dressing gown. You come in and kiss my lips, then neck and ear but your hands are so cold that I decide to warm you up first. I pour you some tea.
You sit in the armchair and I sit in the armchair opposite you. I spread my thighs and start fondling my pussy with one hand while my other hand caresses my breast. You see me burning with desire but you don’t do anything, not even a motion to help me. Then I stand up and crawl to you, unzip your fly with my teeth and then pull the pants down.
I tongue your cock for a while but then put it between my boobs and begin fucking you. You caress my pussy and the butt with your hands. Soon you say you are on the verge and I open my mouth to swallow your delicious cum…
When you come to your senses you put me on a leather table that is not a table at all as it turns out later. It transforms into something similar to a gynaecological armchair. You blindfold me, fasten my hands somewhere behind, then you wind each my breast round separately with ropes and pull them apart. After that you lube up my nipples with something and hang small weights on them. (Read More…)
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He is the master and he is going to do everything he wants with the couple who experience hardships in their sexual life, he’s going to give it a new life and his cock is going to help him…
Of course I knew what was going to happen but I also saw plenty of emotions on the faces of a young couple – embarrassment, excitement, even fear before the man they knew little about and who demanded to call him “Master”. However, people say I look like a reliable person who can be trusted. This time it worked as well. After a few phrases which didn’t mean much the tension went down a bit.
This is Alex. He is just the same I’ve expected. He considers himself intelligent (because he graduated from Harvard) and sexually skillful (because he likes fucking). He obviously loves his wife but in the letter to me he calls her “a bit strained” and says she “isn’t sensual enough”. The situation seems familiar to me. Many women suffer from such a men’s “diagnosis”. Alex wants to play a role of Wendy’s Master as she gets excited from such fantasies. You want to play… Ok, let’s see what you can do, man.
And here she is, Wendy. She’s rather attractive, but there is something in her looks that reminds me of a village girl. A pretty round face, good figure, nice curves. Looks very invitingly and I’m undressing her with my eyes. (Read More…)
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Now the mistress wants more than a slave licking her feet, she wants to humiliate him even more than that, what can be worse? You’ll probably think, read and find out!
The girl saw that her foot was absolutely dry, so she removed it from the slave’s face for he would lick it until she stopped him. There were a few drops of milk on the floor which had flown down from her toes.
I hoped my Mistress would allow me to drink the milk but I heard a different thing.
- Don’t you see what’s on the floor, slave? – The girl asked strictly but playfully. – You know, I can’t stand dirt in my kitchen. Lick it!
I sighed, lowered my head to the floor and started licking those little drops. I had hardly finished when Helen plunged her foot into the milk again and pointed it at my face. This time more milk was on the floor… I knew I would have to lick it all again… I began sucking my Lady’s foot.
The girl gave her slave to drink this way for some time. What she liked the most was when he licked the floor, so she tried to pour more milk there. Soon she got tired of that game either.
- Ok, slave, now you can lap it from the glass. Lap, not drink!!! Do it! And don’t forget about your ass, it must always be stuck out! – The girl sat comfortably on the chair wishing to enjoy the scene.
It was not easy to lap as an animal though my tongue was working fast. I felt hurt that she didn’t allow me to drink it right from the glass… (Read More…)
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The mistress wants to go even further and make a pet out of her slave, she makes him crawl like a cat and lick the milk off her feet….
The girl knew that her slave was afraid of punishments, of any kind, and would do everything to avoid them. “I can use that” she decided.
Helen was a great judge of men’s character and she saw through this guy. Just a couple of dates were enough for her to learn about his fears, weaknesses, troubles which she would certainly use. Of course he had good qualities as well and she liked him because of them. She wouldn’t allow a ditherer with no personal opinion to be close to her, a person who would follow her rules blindly and pass the buck at her. The girl considered herself a clever person and wanted to see a thing of good quality beside her. Her new slave had his own viewpoint at everything, he was very intelligent and she respected him for that.
It was like a game, a challenge for her. Two strong personalities collided. She would undoubtedly be the winner. She liked his desire to be a good slave, his attitude to everything, the way he carried out her orders. He evidently tried to foresee her wishes and did his best to serve her. She had to direct him and soon this game would become the sense of life for him.
Of course she understood very well how unpleasant, humiliating and even painful was to carry out her orders for him… But watching the tips of his ears turn red when she treated him as a girl and fucked him was extremely exciting, it was her vision of life – to enslave another person and make a submissive slave from him for her personal use… (Read More…)
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This time the mistress is going to have lunch, but the slave has to sit near her lap and try to catch the grapes with his mouth, he can’t do it and she is laughing and humiliating him again…
I looked ruffled and was covered with Helen’s discharge. Making her bed carefully I checked if all the pieces were on their places. I preferred to check everything twice, so that I knew I had missed nothing. Then I washed my face the second time this morning…
“Now I have to take my place, right here, on the carpet” I thought gloomily when I was in the corridor. Of course it was her right to use or ignore me…
The girl was in the kitchen, drinking tea probably. This time she hadn’t invited me. “I’m just a slave for her and she demonstrated that yesterday night. And my place is at her feet…”
I sat in the corridor for an hour or so. When she sometimes passed me by I lowered my head respectfully showing my submissiveness. However, the girl paid no attention to me. I was like an empty place for her, a piece of furniture…
Soon, to my horror, I understood she was going somewhere. As usual I couldn’t know where or how long she was going to be there… When she came up to me I knew what to wait… She took me to the toilet and said with her ordinary intonation “Sit down and wait for me here!” (Read More…)
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How does a morning start for a slave? Can he wake up earlier than his mistress? What does his mistress usually want in the morning? Read and enjoy…
I woke up the next morning and stretched myself lazily. Of course the floor was not the best place for sleeping but I felt I had had a good sleep. I looked at the bed and saw my Mistress still sleeping lying comfortably on her soft large bed.
“Yeah, the evening was hard…” I remembered her playing with me. Even after such a sleep my butt reminded me about yesterday’s events. I closed my eyes and decided to sleep a bit longer. Of course I couldn’t even think about sleeping at her feet yet, it was a great honor and I had to work hard to deserve that. However, I could dream, dream about a soft sofa, for instance… However, I knew my Mistress a bit and understood she wouldn’t allow that. Her slave had to sleep close to her in case she needed something. And all those conveniences were only for her, for the Mistress. It was not easy to grasp that and I had to get used to it….
I looked at the clock and decided it was time to get up, get ready to greet the girl in an appropriate way. I sighed, rolled my bed and tip-toed out of the room. In the bathroom I washed my face, brushed hair and cleaned teeth quickly.
I realized that I had to go back and wait for the girl’s awakening standing on my knees. It could last for an hour or more as she had nothing to do this Sunday morning and might want to sleep longer. (Read More…)
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This time the slave is going to feel a really huge dildo fucking him, he can do nothing to stop it, he has to submit all of himself to his mistress and she enjoys drilling his ass and sitting on his face…
- Ok, it’s high time he was fucked, - she decided and spread some lubricant over the strap-on.
I was lying in that humiliating position and couldn’t really understand why my Mistress needed that. I was so submissive and obedient, ready to do everything for her…
I tried to listen to every sound as I had nothing else to do… I was smart enough to realize who I belonged to now. I had thought that it would be just a game, she would give orders, make me lick her, serve her… But when I started to get to know her and her requirements I understood what a mistake I had made. She was a real Mistress who had let me understand it from the very first minute. I felt I had fallen into a trap which allowed me no way out. It was sad and humiliating to realize I couldn’t go away from her even if I wanted to. She was the only one to decide what to do.
She would make me live according to her rules and habits. She would introduce more and more rules I would have to follow. She would create a person she wanted to see and it would really be a great honor for me to lick her… (Read More…)
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Now the slave has to learn how to lick and suck the toes of her mistress, he has to know how to do it right to please her, after that she’s gonna show him various strap-on collection and they sure gonna get inside his ass…
Helen gave me her hand playfully. I wanted to show her how grateful I was for letting me out and glad to see my Mistress again after such a long absence. It was intolerable to sit in this dark and narrow room…
I kissed her hand several times and demonstrated how happy I was. I felt so thankful to her at that moment that even now I have no words to describe it…
- Ok, slave. Let’s have some tea, - she said.
She had already changed for light casual clothes and looked calm. The walk benefited her, as it seemed to me her cheeks turned a bit pink…
We started to drink tea… green tea… I don’t like it but I couldn’t refuse… I realized that the more she knew me, my tastes and habits, the more she would control me. She would do everything the wrong way round having fun about it and forcing me to get used to her and her habits and preferences. Concerning even such a trivial thing as tea I felt she was controlling me. And when I felt discomfort she would feel only pleasure…
I couldn’t think of anything to comfort myself at that moment, just tried to convince myself that green tea was useful. It was tart and tasteless in comparison to my favorite coffee. However, it would be quite silly to refuse the tea my Mistress offered me.
It was getting dark outside. Gradually lights appeared in many windows, they were like lightning bugs in darkness. Everything was calming down and the hectic day was almost over. Only a few cars and people were in the streets of the city now. The city almost stopped breathing and turned into an accumulation of millions of lights of bright colors. Our window was just one among many others. (Read More…)
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Now the mistress wants her slave to be alone and to think, she locks him in a toilet, turns off the light and goes for a walk. He’ll have a lot of time to realize that he is a slave…
- That will do for now, slave, - my Mistress said giving a sigh.
- Thank you, my Lady, - it was still wild for me to thank the girl for lashing me.
Helen stretched herself and hid the lash. I kept standing in the same position. I wanted to pull my thongs on though they could not hide anything.
She looked at her slave’s butt seeing she had succeeded in making her wishes true, she had wanted to have it pink, now it was pink. She felt satisfied. She knew the slave would feel slight pain and discomfort for some time.
- Ok, slave, let’s go to the kitchen to cook something for dinner.
The next hour we were busy cooking in the kitchen together. I helped her a lot. She acted as an ordinary girl, joked, corrected me if did something wrong. It was a rare and pleasant time when we were just two normal people.
There was one thing though that made Helen laugh – a man was wearing lingerie in her presence!
I was afraid to look into her eyes too often. I forgot about my butt that had been recently lashed. I was beside her and felt happy about it.
The girl couldn’t restrain once and touched my buttock making sure one more time that it was her possession… (Read More…)
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This time the mistress has a present for her slave and it’s the girl’s clothes, she makes him wear the thongs and the stockings, the slave is in for some hot spanking too…
- You’ll be punished, slave. You’ve deserved that, - she pronounced the verdict in a calm voice.
- Yes… of course, my Mistress… - I agreed looking sideways at the table she usually used for that.
- But I’ll do that a bit later… Now I’d like to show you something, - she continued. – Bring me the packet.
When I gave her the packet she’d brought she took two packages out of it… As I noticed by the wrapping it was lingerie… I was sure she wouldn’t demonstrate me her new buyings… Suddenly I realized what it was intended for…
The girl was smiling mysteriously anticipating some fun…
- I’ve bought these things for you, slave, and now I want to present them to you… - she said.
I was right…
- Oh, yes… Thank you, my Mistress… - I thanked her a bit later than I had to.
- As I mentioned yesterday you’ll wear women’s clothes sometimes… It will help you realize your new position… (Read More…)
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