Plus, I will use you for my own personal purposes. I got it?

- Yes, sir!

- Stand in the corner and wait!

At the same moment, he put on me and exactly the same collar.

- Who will you be, I have not decided yet, but I'm not going to feed you for free. Therefore, you will help Nastya! And know, if you ever disobey, go right away! Clear?

- Yes, sir!

- And now run to the top! You are a slave, go and start washing the floor, and you are a whore quickly to - to my bedroom, stand by the bed and wait for me!

We obeyed him without a word. Nastya went with him to his bedroom, I went to work. Today was a very hard day, my eyes just closed with fatigue. With difficulty realizing the reality, it was very unbearably humiliating and insulting for himself and his girlfriend.

I slept near the threshold, on the carpet for the legs. Although it is not very convenient, there was no other place for me.

In the morning, the Master woke me up with a couple of kicks to the side. And ordered to wash his car and clean the shoes. As I managed to understand, he was not going to the office today, so it was possible to predict that he would take care of our education. So it happened.

Immediately after breakfast and taking a shower, the Master called us into his office, which was more like an elite office with all the amenities. He was not constraining himself in anything.

The humiliation and humiliation with which he brought us up for the next two hours was no limit. We crawled in front of him, kissing his legs, and then, in turn, received belts and slaps, like gonerous whores, then rolled like horses around the room. All this was accompanied by derogatory words addressed to us. In the end, he made me lick his balls while he was sticking his penis into my Nastya's pussy. I had to experience for myself what the prostitute feels and see the process for which the man is ready to fight with another man. In the battle for my girlfriend, I was defeated, and therefore I must look at her as an object of winning the winner. Having finished, he ordered to lick the sperm from his member and thank him for his generosity and allowed me to feel the taste of my defeat in front of him. It was the last thing that broke my pride and dignity. The same person's face expressed either pity, then humiliation, or both. The lord certainly experienced a feeling of satisfaction and all-out domination over us.

Without saying a word, he got dressed, ordered us to get dressed and go to his car. Having set us on the luxurious seat of his Mercedes, he unexpectedly brought us to the entrance of our apartment.

- All arrived. Now go to your home and live in peace.

- But how? You rewrote everything for yourself! And we are no longer slaves? - I said.

- I didn’t do anything, did you really think that I needed your property? I have nowhere to go! I decided to teach you a lesson, how could it happen if you so stupidly gave your life in the wrong hands! Here is your moral compensation.

From stretched not a big pack of dolars.

- Here you have enough, until you find a new job. Start a new life, give birth to a bunch of children, work on yourself. In general, all the best to you!

We could not believe that this is true. After the humiliation we had to endure, normal life seemed an impossible fairy tale.

- Thank you Gosp ... Dmitry Nikolaevich!

- No thanks ... Go!

He gave us the keys to our apartment. From an unexpected turn of events, we were in the line and we even forgot to take off our collars. Going home we did not hesitate for a minute, rushed into each other’s arms — as if we hadn’t seen each other for a hundred years! We have never had such hot sex before, even there in the basement or at the first meetings, when we first met. We just tanned in a cloud of happiness.

After two months of free life, we slowly began to forget what happened to us. My body again regained hair cover, humiliation was forgotten, and Nastya, as if nothing had happened, built herself a yoke. But sometimes in the evenings we seemed to lack something, we certainly knew what was going on, but tried not to talk about it.And then one day before bed, when I was lying in bed, Nastya came in with our collars in her hands. She put one on my neck, and the other asked me to put it on.

- Beloved, I can no longer tolerate! I want to host! I want to be humiliated again!

I did not hide my approval of her desire. Having made love all night long, we decided to return to the Lord. And in the evening of the next day, we were already standing near the gates of his mansion.

With a sly smile, he opened the door for us.

- Still, the whores returned!

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