The unremarkable Moscow five-story building greeted me with unexpected freshness - the wide open windows allowed the summer wind to rule everywhere. It was amazingly deserted - neither anxious grandmothers nor carefree children were struck me either at the entrance or at the entrance. It was as if I did not leave the virtual world, the entrance to which only two knew - me and Annie.

She did everything as we agreed. I pushed the unlocked front door and immediately saw it, so fresh and defenseless. I myself was playing this game, I was ready - and still my breath caught. An adorable naked girl kneeling obediently. The young slave was waiting for her Master. Her eyes were closed with a thick wide bandage that resembled large dark glasses. On the slender girl's neck there was a bright red dog collar - she chose him herself, it was the first toy she bought at my order. Her bare chest flinched from the gust of wind that had broken through the open door. Anya frightened her hands, just wandered between slender legs, pulled into black stockings. The girl was charming in her confusion - she did not know where to put her thin hands, where to hide her hands wet from the love juice. In the end, she pressed them to her face, as if the bandage could not hide her eyes from meeting with my eyes. Yes, that was the condition - and this time she was forbidden to see her Master. She could touch my body - but I still remained vanishingly virtual for her.

I closed the door and slowly double-clicked the lock. Each click was given in the corridor by a shot, causing defenseless Anyuta to shudder with her whole body. Perhaps now she was frightened, perhaps in a panic she was thinking about how recklessly confided to a person whom she had never seen before. Late, she is trapped. I know that I have nowhere to hurry, I see that the submissive slave is entirely in my power. Her elbows prevent me from admiring the body of a girl.

- Hands behind your back! - I quietly command a trembling girl. Anya obediently submits and folds her arms on her lower back, revealing her charms to me. I slowly undress, I want all the skin to feel the magical smells of a young body, and my cock is already languishing in the cramped jeans. Today, for the first time, I fucked this little slut who has been taking up my thoughts for the last month. Poddrachivaya member, I go around my prey, running his hand over the collar and admiring the body of a young slave, trembling in the weary expectation of unknown sensations. The girl is beautiful in her helplessness and in her frank sensuality.

- Stand, hands behind your head! Anuta rises from her knees, almost falling again when the leg in red is tucked in, to match the collar, shoe on the hairpin. Anya screams, she staggers like a drunk. I can hardly restrain the desire to pounce on this defenseless female, to bend her under me, to master her roughly and violently. But no, today I came only to torture my slave, only to open the door to her in a new magical world. With the pleasure of stroking and feeling the girl's body, so open and tender. What a wonderful chest, I can not deny myself the pleasure and dig into her lips. Anyuta groans, bends, prudily squeezes her hips. - Spread your legs wider! One of my hands wanders through the elastic ass, and the fingers of the second again, like at that time in the subway, sorted out curls of hair on her pubic hair. And then resolutely penetrate the defenseless womb. From the mouth of the girl breaks out a prolonged scream, transient in squealing, when I begin to resolutely fuck her lustful cunt with her juices. Finally, it does not stand up. - Take, take me, my lord! I am begging you! Fuck out your whore, fuck you, I beg of you, Master! Take me, I'm your fucking boy! Anya is already screaming so that her neighbors can hear. I abruptly remove my hand.Interrupted caress beats the girl like a current, she convulsively wriggles, trying to extend the pleasure, but does not dare to give up.

- On your knees, bitch! Anya falls as if she were knocked down, without feeling the impact of her knees on the floor. She looks great, she is all - screaming lump of passion, wet from sweat and flowing with the juice of love. I can't hold back any longer, I want her. - Hands behind your back! I enter her mouth as if falling into the mouth of a volcano, growling, gurgling, outgoing foam. - On fucking suck bitch! I fuck a beautiful, submissive, oozing girl with sensuality, who dreamed of this minute as I did - what could be more beautiful! - Come on, huesoska, work! I hold her head with both hands and dramatically pull on my dick. With the resignation of a rubber doll, Anyuta surrenders to the rough onslaught of her Lord, and I admire her, admire her ability to dissolve in devotion and love passion. - Ebi herself! Anyuta's hands, like two birds of prey, pounce on the open wound of her bosom and begin to violently torment girl's flesh. - Whore, slave, cheap bedding, on, get! I throw out the sperm so violently that my cock jumps out of the worn out girl's mouth and whitish drops scatter everywhere. Annie sobs in ecstasy. For hair sharply bend down the slave. - Lick your eggs, bitch! Come on, fuck, come on! Mmm, god, how nice it is! With dog devotion, the girl licks my crotch, my hairy balls, I squeeze her head with my hips.

I opened my legs and let go of Anuta, leaned over her exhausted, wet, happy face and sensually kissed her on the lips. “You are beautiful, my little slave.” You deserve so much that this world owes you. You will receive from me a passion that you deserve. A sobbing girl hugged my legs. - I'm so happy! I love you so much, my Lord. I am your slut, I dream to serve you, Master! Will you let an unworthy nipple lick your feet? I sat down and gave her affection, Annie gently licked my toes on my feet. “I'll call you this weekend.” We will go to the forest lake and plunge into our first game. Tomorrow I will send you its rules so that you can prepare yourself. And today - goodbye. I want to remember you as beautiful as now.

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> Hello, I dream of sexual slavery.

> Allow me to be your whore and slave.

Her first letter was like dozens of others. At first, I was even surprised by the amount of unclaimed feminine passion in our world. Young students, dissatisfied with their snotty, poor imagination and not able to take on the obligations of fellow students; divorced women, in horror recoiling from the approaching ghost of a lone wilt and desperately trying to find at least one-time sex; business women, deceived by the ghost of emancipation, dragged and ignored by men because of their stupid pride; diligent housewives who love their husbands who are for peace, who for money, who by habit, but desperately dissatisfied. I answer each one, each of them has the right to his chance.

> My Lord, how happy I am! I will try very hard that you are not disappointed in me and allow> to become your slave!

> As you ordered, I am kneeling in front of a computer, completely naked, only in shoes and a dog collar. I bought a collar red, in the color of my shoes, I really want you to like it! I was so worried,> when I bought it. I imagined a saleswoman asking me what kind of dog I have to help me choose, and I say that I have a bitch! > I'm all wet from the desire to belong to you, my Boss. Thank you for allowing the unworthy bitch to masturbate, dreaming of you ...

I am turned on by real, living people, with their true life and real feelings. Women usually confess quite easily to a virtual stranger attentive to their problems - and I see how they lack this understanding in real life.I am interested in everything - where and how it lives, works, what is the sexual experience, what it dreams about. The deeper it opens - the better I am ...