25.03. - 04.05.2005

Skeleton in the closet

Somehow all too smoothly I describe. It may give the impression of complete and incredible harmony in our relations with the Mistress. Alas, this is far from true, and perhaps for the better, that not everything is perfect. But, analyzing the years lived in the reflections of the radiance of my beloved Mistress, I certainly, in my own skin, recognized the universal recipe for human happiness for any ordinary individual. It is very simple: you only need to take away from the person the most precious thing he has, give time to feel the grief of loss, and then return it. The feeling of happiness will be present. With only one reservation. This man in the street will undoubtedly understand the simple truth that he, the dunce, was initially happy.

But so we all are arranged, "what we have - do not store, having lost - we cry." I'm not an exception. Each has its own "skeleton in the closet." And it was necessary to upset the Lady so much, to mess things up, that he himself was disgusted to remember. Whatever one may say, I know that all the same I am guilty, I simply had to prevent all this negative. And she, my Sun, my Treasure, simply could not react otherwise!

And how well it all began!

The third decade of May is the most beautiful time of the year. Warm, but without heat, the riot of spring nature! The trees are dressed in green outfit, the grass is not high, there is no dirt, and most importantly, the forest midges have not revived, the invasion of which will be in the summer months.

Early in the morning, in an excellent mood, Mrs. and I drove away to the countryside, to the countryside. The mood was upbeat, we were joking, fooling around, knowing how cool we would be now. All the way, Paul McCartney's voice is bursting with overflowing male desires in the single OH! DARLING set us up for the coming passionate events.

Oh! Darling, if you leave me

I'll never make it alone

Believe me when I tell you

You never harm

Once again -

Oh! Darling, please believe me

I'll never let you down

Believe me when I tell you

You never harm

Once, the Mrs. told me that she can listen to this Paul blues only in a horizontal position, so she probably almost lay all the way, having thrown back the chair back and threw the legs on the dashboard. Legs - in light sneakers, her pedicure - as long as a great mystery! And all the time I was tempted to spin the steering wheel to the right in order to move off the track to the nearest fishing line, where, despising the tautology, with love, loving, make love with my beloved. And really, "Why don't we do this on the road?"

Why don't you do it in the road?

No one will be watching us

Why don't you do it in the road?

We drove long enough to the place we had chosen, where there is no stranger, a beautiful mixed forest, a small river, a very secluded place - the dream of nudists and subjects like us.

When we arrived, on an amazing glade surrounded by beautiful trees and bushes we were already waiting.

In addition to the tinted car, we saw a small trailer, two steaming barbecues - for barbecue and barbecue and people fussing. Our car is also with a tint and before getting out the Lady wore a red and silver horned half mask, and I wore a black leather helmet with a half mask covering the forehead, eyes and nose like Batman's. Of course, Mrs. and I are not interested in advertising ourselves in extreme quality. Toning is obligatory, otherwise from a beautiful brunette in a short silver kolchuzhka with translucent nipples cool breasts, in a white leather blondane with perforations, beautiful sunglasses and white leather shorts, traffic cops on the track would just go crazy. However, further events showed that their rods are indeed in the wrong place!

One person from those who had previously arrived, we, of course, know, we know as flaky. In a light wicker chair in black leather Bondane, T-shirt and shorts, sandals on a solid elevated platform, showing nature, black lacquer false fingernails and red and black pedicure, sipping a cigarette in the mouthpiece, sitting, our old acquaintance Gingem, o of course - Lady.

Slaves scurry around. The first striking thing is a hefty fellow in leather thongs with a zipper, a rough collar, leather bracelets on his hands and feet with a mass of tattoos and fancy scars. His blond hair is gathered in a ponytail with elastic. Judging by the sweat that glittered on the body, he had already worked hard and now diligently prepared food on the barbecue. This is of course the Urfin.

Against his background, a low girl is not immediately noticed at all. A fragile Chinese woman with an ugly, but not repulsive face, a chiseled figurine and fussy, obliging movements. Touching-pink T-shirt and shorts, long to the shoulder blades, dyed yellowish-pink hair in a “horse's tail”, a bit of make-up, a white collar with a metal, canvas slippers, little nails with an innocent-pink varnish. She gives the impression of a teenager, an excellent girl, an obedient daughter. I would have thought so if I had not heard about the slave Gingema, the Chinese sadist Ellie. Of course, it is she, no one else.

We got out of the car. The lady got up, walked over to the Lady, and sank down on her knee, kissing her knee:

- Good morning, Your Majesty.

- Hello, Lady. How are you?

The lady said that everything is fine, the table will be set soon. Then she gave me a friendly nod. Say hello, do not be angry! Who will remember the old ...

After a long road and surrounded by lush flowering vegetation, of course, I wanted to take a walk, stretch my legs, breathe the magnificent air. Mrs. sat in another wicker chair, I pereobul her legs from sneakers to sandals on a solid sole with a high rise under the heel. A beautiful purple metallic pedicure opened her eyes. In combination with a deep purple tone of varnish on his hands, he looked just charming. Green and purple - a classic combination just for a picnic. However, when the Lady had a flawed manicure or pedicure? Just watch and admire this miracle. But why just admire? I smacked the fingers on one leg with passion, but the Mrs. with a laugh pulled back the leg, making it clear that I still had to deserve to kiss her feet. I am in leather shorts, around my neck. The lady puts on my worn black collar with metal spines. The collar is old, militant, when it recalls passionate moments experienced under the heels of the Lady. Madam enjoys the fresh air, I smoke, kneeling at her feet. She fastens a long thin chain to the collar, lights a cigarette and informs the Lady that we will walk a bit before the feast.

We go to the forest. Such a thrill to walk alongside in full growth next to the beautiful Mrs., according to spring mayhem !! The sun, the colors of the forest, smells, birds, everything adjusts to delight. Last year’s dry branches crackle under our feet, old grass rustles, being killed by young shoots, we slowly walk, going deep into the forest thicket. Well, how could I fuck up such a day !?

Forest Nymph

Mistress liked a beautiful young birch with stumps around. We stopped. I hang the bag with the Mistress's things on the bitch. She is clearly in a good mood and follows a benevolent question:

- Well, nasty slave, what will be the wishes?

- I, my beloved Mrs., ask for unworthy me of honor, of great mercy. I really, really want to kiss your lovely feet, slavishly kiss, kiss, praise you and only you, like the best thing on Earth.

- You are a brazen impudent bastard, but still you will get this happiness.

- Thank you, Madam!

- Not so simple!

- I understand, Madam.

- Bring me a good twig for the backside of one nasty boy.

I quickly find a long greenish sprout and serve the Lady. A few clanging voices in the air and the Mistress gracefully sets up her pedicure leg ...