I climbed into the stuffed soldier's wagon, where she threw up her thighs and turned out the pussy, ready to accept the next ten rough male members for a modest fee. You stand with one foot in your past, where you are looking for new and new stunning pleasures. The second - entered into our world with you. A razdra in brains spawned your ugly thoughts. Treat, I can not rule you. You want to know that above the seventh heaven, if you please, but in my scenario. I, too, do not know how the “Pedestal” will behave in such a situation, and what if it pleases me too? And I will take it into the practice of dealing with you. Besides, ungrateful, do you even realize what this effort cost me? I after all got into debts, moral debts which I wasn't going to do. Contacts, which were burdensome to me, glowed where I had forgotten the way. Do you even understand this !? Find out what price I have already paid! So what? So that you whine and talk me out? And I spat on everything and “healed with you in grief and joy until death do us part”? No, before you do - think, and, having done, do not regret. The process has already assumed an irreversible character, now - only forward.

I tried to ride my eloquence again, but she interrupted me:

- Now about you. You will meet Dominoes. This is not just the advertised priestess Femdom. These are real stars, the best of the best, believe me, I selected them myself. The sequence of visits is still determined, but each has its own exclusive, its own aerobatics. They are all super! Madame Mocking, Domina Pain, Lady Strapon, Madam Violence, Lady Strike with the Whip. Get ready, this weekend and you and I will proceed to the intended. BUT! Look, the eyes have dried up, even glittered with interest and the initial nightmare does not seem so terrible, right? It would be desirable, ah as I want on the eighth floor, I can see! Love ... Beautiful words. All of you are men. And all men are ...

The conversation is over. I felt that if I still begin to state my prayers, then I’ll just run into serious problems in our relationship. The days of anxious expectations dragged on, and when, on the eve of this, the Mrs. informed me that tomorrow was my visit to Domina, I took this for granted and inevitable. I didn’t sleep well at night, I didn’t think or hardly thought about the visit, I was oppressed and thought about what it would be. Somehow I will then restore or settle relations with my beloved? At night, because of insomnia, I went to the kitchen for sleeping pills, but I saw the Lady, who also did not sleep:

- Do not take medicine. A member will be sluggish, and then all the rumor goes that I live with impotent. Have some hot milk and sleep. Everything!

In the secret service of Her Majesty.

In the morning we were separated by my work.

All day I set myself up to meet the Mistress before my visit to another Domina. No, I weighed everything, I thought of everything, and I would dissuade its indispensable, I decided. I started calling her and in the afternoon we met.

- Listen and memorize. The process is already irreversible. Not only because I assumed certain obligations to people and got into moral debts that need to be returned, but because I am convinced that you want this, although you don’t always admit to yourself! By the way, it is very important: there, at the sessions, you can hear one name, an unusual name ... Black Queen! Do not be surprised, she participated in this project and also took the trouble, touched her authority. You will find out everything in your time, and now be a man and do it! Be aware, everything is organized strictly secretly, safely and thought out.

- In the name of what should I do this? For the sake of a certain Black Queen, whom you never saw and did not owe anything to? For the sake of "Pedestal", in which I really did not understand anything? For the sake of yourself, so that you never forever wash away from the nasty? If only for your sake ...

- It is at least vile, dishonorable and vile to look for an excuse for their vices in another. And still talking about love, however, m.b., that's all you can do in love, what a sickly and wretched love gland you have. And about the fact that you do not owe anything to the Black Queen, believe in the word, you have to and how! Just believe it without explanation as in dogma. Everything! I will call you. Do not accompany me!

The dialogue is over. On the phone, Mrs. gave me the address and time, and now I’m already on the country highway. Among the outskirts could be seen a group of respectable cottages, or rather mansions. Such groups of shocking personal buildings are sarcastically called the “Beggars' Valleys”; Most of the buildings are decorated with castles with fancy turrets, loopholes, verandahs, mansards, balconies, mostly of light and red polished bricks. The mansion with the required number corresponded to the castle more than others, and the Gothic style. Lined with tattered granite with a mass of forged attributes of fermented iron with a railing and a porch with an abundance of cast iron. If modern, glass and plastic were demonstrated in the houses of the “new Russian” agaldelo, then the vintage style dominated here.

The code on the intercom, highlighted on the display of my mobile phone, clicked and the heavy door freed from constipation. I, in a pre-dressed latex helmet with a half mask, speckled with perforation, are very handy a convenient thing: good ventilation and no one will recognize the real look, I ended up in an empty hallway. Looked around. The chic setting simply imposed a gothic theme: dark wood walls and ceilings, iron casting, stained-glass windows, draping tapestries. All outlines are pointed and massive. In the open room one could see knight's armor against the wall, heavy, deliberately rude lamps, a luxurious fireplace with bars, collections of sinister cold weapons on the walls. Neither give nor take the castle of the northern knights or the Vikings. Very beautiful and stylishly designed decoration.

While I admiringly examined all this gothic atmosphere in the house, there was complete silence. However, soon there was a change. There was a sound, like a hum, or maybe a howling of the wind or the sea surf, it grew, filling the space and turned into a choir. Yes, it was a chorus of male voices and sounding basses were associated with the compositions of the Norwegian Edvard Grieg or the aria of the Varangian guest from Sadko. Powerful, harsh music in the Gothic decoration created a stunning effect of solemnity and increasing shock at the same time. I stood as amazed, listening to the ocean of the sounds of the Middle Ages that filled the house. Having sounded a few minutes, pierced through me, the sound slightly subsided and above me, proceeding from somewhere from the ceiling, a low male voice with Nordic intonations slowly sounded, chasing every word.

“You are in the possession of Lady Viking.” You came here of your own free will, and you leave by the will of the Lady. Or you won't leave at all. You are nobody here. You are a male thing. You're hungry for a meeting with Lady Viking. You have a chance. You must pass along the corridor to the left and open door, decorated with crossed sword and torch.

- Log in! Get on your knees and wait!

- Remember! You must be naked. Absolutely!

- Remember! You must be brave. Absolutely!

- Remember! You must be submissive. Absolutely!

- Go, do not hesitate!

I undressed and in one mask-helmet I walked down the corridor. Here is a heavy oak door with a massive cross of a sword and a torch nailed. Knocking was stupid and I opened the door and entered the hall. All the decoration was made in black and brown shades of oak and black iron, heavy bands of tapestries and hanging gothic flags and standards covered the walls. I knelt down. On the right, almost in the center, stood the throne on which She sat! Lady Viking. Slender blonde tall, under the meter ninety, platinum smooth hair in a square with a hard bang, on a sporty figure metal attributes: neck covered with a wide steel plate with spikes long with a finger and a massive ring in front. Eight breasts are tied with a thick rough chain with a band on the left shoulder under a convex steel plate with long spikes. On the right hand there is a heavy bespalaya glove with a seal ... Read more →