Once Andrey came to me and said: “Today we go to the Club”. It was unexpected. Still, I had been asking for almost half a year, almost spat, and suddenly ... He carefully watched my reaction, and I sat and blinked my eyes like a fool. In my heart I feverishly thought about what to wear. Hell, I don't know what the rules are. Well, okay, I will stick to my traditional style. The fact is that my image is vamp. My hair is black, and recently I made a square. To black hair, brightly made up plump lips - that’s what you need. And God did not hurt me with the figure of me 84:56:85. With the growth of 169 cm. What else? What to do, I do not suffer modesty, and I love my body. I did evening makeup and got out of the bath. "What to wear?" - I ask. Andrei strangely shrugged his shoulders: "What you want." Strange. I opted for one of my favorites - a deaf black, long dress with a high neckline on the skirt and bare back. What is there in the mirror? Bat. Succubus At least. I like myself. If my friend today is some kind of indifferent. That someone should admire me!

For a nightclub, we set off a bit early. At the entrance, directly in front of the door stood some strange device. I glanced at him briefly, but I didn’t have time to look at it in more detail. We were met by two men, quite nice. It was strange that we didn’t get to know each other; Andrey didn’t even call my name. We didn't talk at all! In the hall we did not go. I was immediately taken to a side room, almost empty. Andrew lit a cigarette and looked me straight in the eye: "Take off your clothes."

Of course, I was surprised that everything starts like this, at a gallop. I thought it would be more interesting, and so - it is clear that no matter what to wear, if you immediately remove everything. Okay, after all, here I am visiting ... Getting out of my dress. In principle, there is almost nothing more to shoot. The men are watching carefully. I'm trying to figure out their faces

- as? Completely without emotion. Somehow it is not clear. I thought to help me throw. And so. To whom do I demonstrate my wealth here? "Pants, too," says Andrei. Too, so too, all the same - they are what they are, they are not - "psychological" rather, panties are two strings.

I stand in some shoes. They are watching. The views of all three of them were such that I, right at the front, quietly wanted to stand up and under the visor ... But, I feel, the nipples are treacherously hardening. They began to inspect me, circled around. The first time is with me. Nobody touches hands, but I physically feel the looks on my chest, on my back, buttocks, and even my curly triangle is now smoking.

I didn’t even see - I felt - Andrew nodded - "will go." However, it is humiliating. Andrei took me by the elbow and led me to the door. We go again to the exit. Interestingly, I think that I will be kicked out into the street ?! No, I was not kicked out ...

I was brought to an incomprehensible machine. It was here that I appreciated all the delights of this miracle of technology. All three respected gentlemen engaged in business. At first, I was as if standing on a rod sticking out of the floor. At its end there was a horizontal triangular strip in the profile. The sharp end, of course, is up. The rod was adjusted in height so that the plank rested tightly against my crotch when I stood on straight, shifted legs, the slightest movement and I sat astride a rather sharp bar, even bending my legs a little

impossible, not even a small step. However, what little steps! I feel my ankles about two times wide belt wrapped around me. So. Knees involved. Tightly tied - the rod directly pressed into the thighs. Only I wanted to fold my hair, and then my forehead immediately became covered with sweat - they did not give it. Andrew gently, but strongly pulled my elbows back, and someone from the assistants already wraps the belt ... stronger ... stronger ...

There are - elbows came together.

I feel absolutely twist that. Nipples in different directions stick out.The back involuntarily bends, sticking out the ass, and below ... You especially do not touch it! Well, the wrists are already tied up for pro forma. Although before that, I still did not feel so helpless. But, this turned out to be not all. Feel my hands pulling up. We have to stoop - elbows do not bend. Oh, here it is the beauty of the lower planochka. Now she is sharply and reliably sinking in my lips. And even rests directly on the clitoris. Hands and fixed. Hear - all smoke. The most interesting thing happens in absolute silence, only muffled music is heard from the hall. I also succumbed to this silent hypnosis - I am silent, I don’t show my inconvenience.

Five minutes passed. I raised my head, I wanted to ask for a long time. Will I still be sticking with cancer like that? Did not make it. Andrew me just at this moment the ball inserts in his mouth. I opened my jaw so that my eyes were on my forehead, but then. When the equator has passed - it became easier, but not by much. The ball tightly filled my mouth. He pressed his tongue, but for the most part stuck out, a strap was attached there, which, I feel, is carefully tightened at the back of my head. Here I feel quite uncomfortable, not only. That the whole is tightened to immobility, so now there is still a feeling that they even tied up inside. I can not say anything, even squeak.

I try to move. You can stand on tiptoes a little bit - heels are very tall. But it hurts to fall - the strap cuts straight and the rod fixes securely packed legs. You can shake your hands a little, but this movement immediately transmits the body inertia, as a result of which I fidget on the bar and it bumps into me even more. My breath quickens. Especially since I can only breathe with my nose. It turned out in vain I took up the experiments. At first, I was wrapped around my waist tightly with a wide belt, and I had a kind of corset. I breathe like that. that the chest just shakes. And one of Andrei's buddies has a clip attached to my nipple. And he knows where it hurts - not the entire disk of the nipple is captured, but the protruding part. And the clothespin is tight. Painfully. Second nipple. I even forgot about the plan. Munch (the first sound of all time!). Now I don’t even know where it hurts: left, right, below?

And my torturer also tied the cord to the clothespins and fastens it in a ring on the floor, two meters away from my legs. Of course, I try to reach out for him - the bar cuts, and my hands are so tied that it is impossible to bend far, but he pulls and watches my gestures carefully. Achieved the same maximum tension. which I can not weaken. Everyone stood around me, looked at me. I'm not even up to their views. One thought - when liberation, I feel, I’m all burned, wet between my legs, but not flowing. I look out of the corner of my eye ... Great! They go to the gym and calmly begin to talk like that! So. I evaluate my position. Hands tightened and twisted almost over the crown. Feet feel like standing at attention. Crotch pushes sharp point. Chest, a feeling about four meters ahead. The mouth is both open and closed. I can not swallow - the saliva begins to accumulate and will soon flow. Yes, now I understand when every breath delivers physical torment. The corset blocks the abdomen so that you can only breathe with your breasts, and your nipples are stretched to such an extent that every slightest movement causes pain.

Suddenly I hear someone enter. Only here I realize that my ass sticks out with all its beauty right to the door. Well yes. While I was twisted here, no one ever went. So we were the first? It is clear why we went so early. I hear a couple come in - the heels are clattering and the steps are heavier. Someone gently holds on my buttocks with a cold hand. And what's that? Wow. Kiss me right on the anus. “A long love kiss. Then there is a slap, which is why I move some millimeter on my plank forward, but my hands spring me back and the cord with the clothespins on the nipples stretches ... From the eyes of a spark, I would shout, but ...

Grievously moo. Behind laughter: “What an ass,” says the man. “Hmm,” his companion licked, “Sweetie ...” He goes into the hall.I am trying, as far as possible, to settle down comfortably. What is there ... the door slams back again. I hear: “Oooh! What an ass! ”And immediately a sharp blow to the buttocks with something long and narrow. And immediately more, and more. I don't even have time to flinch with such frequency. Again go to the hall ...

Then the door banged more and more. What happened in the hall, I do not know. Yes, I was not up to it. Slapping, hitting, sticking fingers and something else in the anus, sometimes kisses - that was my party. Planochka rubbed my clitoris so that I began to finish almost continuously. Saliva is already flowing in a trickle, I can't understand or moan.

Probably, I would faint. But my physical torment strangely returned to me the reality of sensations.

On one of the last but one chords, I opened my eyes wide because something hard and widening was climbing into my anus. It was like they were tearing me apart. And right in front of my face there was a very cute blonde and, as on the strings, played on laces, stretched from my nipples. At this moment, I have not only saliva, but tears flowed into two rivers. The back is wet. Between the legs also flows. And she, without ceasing to touch the cord, gently licks my tears and says: "Do not cry, girl, do not cry." When the one who was behind nevertheless cum on my back and buttocks. She straightened up and said: "I will call Andrey now." If I could, I would throw her legs and kiss every finger. By that moment I had a feeling that I was born - bound and wet ...

Andrew, of course, was in no hurry. While he came, I managed to fuck two more times in the ass. My anus was already a fiery ring and, in my opinion, did not shrink, which made it seem like I had an ass the size of a furniture cabinet, which was emphasized by a tight corset. Andrew gently took out the gag and I gave myself the will ... I screamed. I just screamed without words - it was so good that I finished my work violently (probably for the thousandth time!) But I could not shout. A member appeared before my face. What was that dick! His head was almost more than just a ball. He tried to penetrate my mouth, but I could only process it with my tongue. And yet they bound me with the consciousness of the matter, as I did not twist my head, but I could not get out of it. The monstrous top hat took my mouth almost to the throat and began to move there. Where there to my gag! When he finished he felt like I was drinking in one gulp from a bottle. And behind Andryusha vigorously wielded in my ass. When I was unleashed, I almost could not move. Everything was like on hinges, the chest and crotch were swollen, the buttocks were burning with flame

Andrei brought me home in his arms, washed, drank tea with cognac, put me to bed. He covered me with a flannelette blanket and asked: “You will still go T

All internally huddled together in a little ball, I whispered: “YES!” “Good,” he said, “next time you will be a vase.” “And today,” I ask, “I was who?” “The duty officer,” he answered and gently kissed me on the lips.