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Imagine one of the brightest episodes of the horror of your life. Well, for example, at the exam, you pulled a ticket and realized that you didn’t even have a tooth on your leg, you don’t even understand what it was about. And this was your last chance not to fly out from uni. And before my eyes the barracks, the shovel, the granddad's kersey boot flying into the face already loomed. The palms and back instantly become covered with sticky perspiration, the saliva becomes viscous, and in the stomach, as if, a piece of ice. Add to these wonderful sensations the shock of suddenly poured on ...
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The story is based on real events, but the place names and some facts are deliberately distorted.
Once I received a letter from Galina Petrovna with a request to meet her from the airport after a business trip. Several conditions were indicated and, at the end of the letter, retribution was promised in kind. I gladly supported the initiative of Galina and promised to meet her, asking me to fulfill a number of my wishes. She flew not alone, but with a work colleague, so the meeting process promised to be interesting. I had to ...
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Once I received a letter from Galina Petrovna with a request to meet her from the airport after a business trip. Several conditions were indicated and, at the end of the letter, retribution was promised in kind. I gladly supported the initiative of Galina and promised to meet her, asking me to fulfill a number of my wishes. She flew not alone, but with a work colleague, so the meeting process promised to be interesting. I had to ...
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The story is based on real events, but the place names and some facts are deliberately distorted.
For a long time, whether shortly, Galina Petrovna and I began to meet with different frequency. The first meetings were on the script, and then everything flowed into the "freestyle". Designated common Wish for a meeting and forth, and sometimes not designated. We also established a clear framework: do not get into each other's life, do not do tragedy due to the cancellation of the meeting and do not “compost” the brains.
Once Galina asked me to help bring ...
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For a long time, whether shortly, Galina Petrovna and I began to meet with different frequency. The first meetings were on the script, and then everything flowed into the "freestyle". Designated common Wish for a meeting and forth, and sometimes not designated. We also established a clear framework: do not get into each other's life, do not do tragedy due to the cancellation of the meeting and do not “compost” the brains.
Once Galina asked me to help bring ...
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The story is based on real events, but the place names and some facts are deliberately distorted.
It was a wonderful 20 ... year, I was young, hot, loving. Especially I was turned into porn with elements of BDSM, there were many looking and read on this topic, and of course I decided that I am a great master of BDSM and I need a lower one. On the now-present resource “Castle of Pain” I posted a post about finding a partner, and as they say “newbies are lucky,” I was contacted by some Anastasia who wants to try herself in ...
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It was a wonderful 20 ... year, I was young, hot, loving. Especially I was turned into porn with elements of BDSM, there were many looking and read on this topic, and of course I decided that I am a great master of BDSM and I need a lower one. On the now-present resource “Castle of Pain” I posted a post about finding a partner, and as they say “newbies are lucky,” I was contacted by some Anastasia who wants to try herself in ...
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My boyfriend loved to hurt me. Not morally, in this regard, he was wonderful, loving and attentive, though a little control-obsessed, but very good. He loved to hurt me physically. Moreover, he liked to see that his actions humiliate me. It was obvious that he got up at the thought of what I would allow to do with my body what he wanted simply because he instilled in me the idea that "I am his." And not only in the vanilla, classical sense of the word, but ...
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After a successful graduation from the institute, my father decided to send me somewhere to rest abroad, and by the fall, as they say in such cases, I would enter adult life and go to work. The blessing to live and rest was on that, albeit at the expense of the father. Bargained with my father and decided that I would go to my institute friend to Ukraine for a week, and then I would leave the country by the end of the season. Friends called and name is Vadim. We studied in different groups, but on the same course. We made friends more ...
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Lisa woke up at 8 am from a terrible hangover. Two days of wild alcoholic drinks were not in vain. Her whole body was sore from recent flogging, lying on her back and sitting on the bottom was simply unreal. She even limped when walking on both legs from the beat of her whipping.
Having found a pack of kefir in the refrigerator and, having drunk it practically in one gulp, the consciousness cleared up a little. “It's time to run away from this rapist,” she thought and frantically began to recall where she had left her clothes. But this...
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Having found a pack of kefir in the refrigerator and, having drunk it practically in one gulp, the consciousness cleared up a little. “It's time to run away from this rapist,” she thought and frantically began to recall where she had left her clothes. But this...
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I apologize to the dear readers that made you wait so long for the next series of these adventures. I hope that I will not disappoint you with a new story. I want to remind you that adventures are getting tougher, and the story does not look like a love affair.
Katya woke up at 10 in the morning. Happy, sleepy and a little hungry. Throwing on her robe, she washed her face and went to her mother's room. It was empty, Lisa did not return home. - Here are the ones on! Spree again, whore! - Smiled on ...
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Katya woke up at 10 in the morning. Happy, sleepy and a little hungry. Throwing on her robe, she washed her face and went to her mother's room. It was empty, Lisa did not return home. - Here are the ones on! Spree again, whore! - Smiled on ...
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- Well, Sveta, how do girls treat you? - Thanks, ok. - Are your instructions listening? Remember, you must lead the team. - Yes, coach. I can handle. It is not easy now, but I can handle it. - Well, and do not make me regret about the decision. You are now the first to try to please me. You may not be a captain. Do you understand me? - Yes, Ivan Anatolyevich. - Somehow it did not sound convincing.
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