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> I'm 22, I'm a student, I live in Moscow with my parents.
> I really want to be your slave! I never tried it in real life, I tried it on the net, but I could not find a man who was interesting enough, attentive and would not be cruel. For the first time I see it in> you, let me call you Master! I dream every day to kneel down and pray to you! > Let the little slut lick your feet ...
I look at her photo and I can not believe that such a beautiful girl with such a developed imagination can have problems with interesting sex. But I know from experience - they can. They almost always write me pretty enough - apparently, the ugly people are generally afraid to lean out. And although external data has never been the main criterion for me, I sincerely admire Anyuta. Yes, and her letters give birth in earnest, she is amazingly sensual. I already want to have it, but I am not yet sure that she is ready for it. Haste can hurt her, and I'm always careful enough. I am responsible for all those whom I have tamed, and I do not distribute obligations to anyone.
> I want to be with a man much older than me. I want to be tied up during sex,> they hurt me a bit - they beat my ass and held me tightly by my hair. It really excites me when they call me dirty words.
> Tonight I will imagine how you humiliate and rape me, and I will flow from lust. I will> indulge in dreams and hopes that someday you fuck your slave in real life and I can suck you. I> I will crawl at your feet and pray that you would fuck me in a virgin ass, I will follow all> your orders naked in a collar. I look forward to punishment, because I dream about them ...
I am 15 years older than her, and I really like the way Annia described her desires - I don’t like cruel sadism, but I also like harsh, determined sex with a submissive slave. I love diversity. I like a mixture of innocence and sensuality. I like to get a hold of a woman assertively, removing her fears and excitements with her power. Sometimes rudely, overcoming inertia or resistance - but so that the slave was eventually happy, submitting to me. She should be able to suck dick for a long time and lick eggs - and enjoy it. She should be able to excite herself and offer herself to the Master, coming to him wet with desire. I love to shackle a slave, I love to cum on her face. I love passionately to paw and knead her body, grab my hair and juicy slap on the ass. I like to photograph a slave in all forms.
> Oh my dear Sir !!! I am amazed by your photos! I want to lick your dick to tears!
> I masturbated half the night, imagining how you fasten the collar on me and take the leash in my hands. I'm on all fours, naked, only in stockings, a bra you tore and tied with scraps from my> unworthy hands. I do not dare raise your eyes on you, so I see only your legs. I want to kiss them and pray> that you let me suck. You have had mercy and started to stretch my head on your penis, I really> try, because you are my Lord, and I am your slut, ready to carry out any of your orders. Then you> finished on my face, and I began to lick off what was left on my lips. I asked permission> lick your dick and you did not refuse your slut.
> I prayed to you and masturbated with a tube of cream. I finished twice, I'm on such a platoon from serving you. I> prayed to you and was ready to scream for joy ...
Digital camera transforms our communication into a real celebration. Not everyone is able to think in images; for this, one lacks courage, others have fantasies and a sense of beauty. Sometimes a fragile palm photo gets more than outright porn. I am pleased with Anin's taste and the degree of her trust, but so far it is difficult to understand - she is so insightful that in a couple of weeks of our correspondence she has already managed to realize my decency or is she so excited and reckless that she doesn’t understand the danger? Probably both. I know perfectly well that without trust there is no chance for something meaningful, but the world around us is dirty, and most women are frankly afraid. I can only give wings, but to believe in them and rush into the abyss to fly - a woman can only do it herself. However, I do not hurry anyone, let them understand me, in their feelings. Some disappear in order to return in tears in a month - my door is always open. But Annie is not like that, she herself does not tolerate delay.
> I put the camera and slowly began to undress to the music. She unbuttoned her blouse, then lowered her pants and pants, lowered her eyes as befits a slave, and put on a collar. All the things I threw on the floor. > Ass, I rubbed on the door handle and imagined how you open the door and see me half-naked, in a collar,> standing cancer and wet with lust. You strike me on the bottom for an obscene position for a slave. I fall on> knees and kiss your feet. You grab my hair and pull me up, I do not raise shameless eyes and widely> open my mouth in the slavish hope that you will let me suck your dick. I try to lick the head, then> biting my nose into your balls and dizzy with the happiness that you are my Master. I lick your eggs, take them to the> mouth, cum on my face!
> I am all current from communicating with you my Master! Punish me, my Lord, I am a slut!
Anya sends her photos: here she photographed a close-up of a ladybug on her bare chest, here is the silhouette of a girl against the background of a balcony door, here are naughty fingers in wet pussy, here is her tongue licking on the monitor a photo of my member. It is ridiculous to try using a cheap digital soap dish and self-timer to compete with tons of quality online porn. But sincere photos of a sensual girl who entrusted me with her intimate secrets and who fulfilled my instructions - this turns on like nothing else. Another week has passed. Her last photo is in front of me: naked Anuta is kneeling in front of her Master. From clothes - only her favorite shoes, a collar and panties lowered to the middle of the thigh. Hands on the back of the head, on the chest with lipstick it is written: I am your humble whore! I see that her trust in me is boundless. I believe her, and now I am ready to take her to my slaves.
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The combination of virtuality with real is my favorite game. A girl sits on a bench in the park, her hands behind her head, her eyes closed and leaning back. Resting? Waiting for someone? Maybe. Or maybe he fulfills the order of his Master: there are neither panties, nor a bra on her, her breasts with nipples sticking out from excitement are barely covered with a flexible fabric of a plain T-shirt. Her mouth dreaming of a man's member is excitedly opened a little, and her hips are compressed, she is desperately fighting the desire to caress herself right here, right before the eyes of this crowd ... and her Master. Frightened by a moan escaping from her own mouth, she opens her eyes slightly: she knows that she is being watched, but who? Who is passing by - her master? Maybe this one, in an expensive business suit? Or that one sitting on the bench opposite? Or ... oh my God! ... really that teenager with a camera at the ready, so frankly you looked at her! ... What a shame! She throws into the paint, breathing strays. No, no, it is impossible, she knows enough to understand it. Some unfamiliar man approaches her. - Girl, what's your name?
> I was so scared, if only he would not start to pester! I have no right to either answer or give up,> hiding my chest open from a greedy gaze like a whore's chest — come on now, come on! Thank God, he left, and> because if it were not for the people around, he could have done anything to me, I would rather die than violate the order> ... Read more →