We have not seen for a long time. Like she avoided me. Maybe it was. But she called, asked to meet.

We sat in a cafe. Nice institution, sofas, low lampshades, wood, frosted glass. Dined on coffee. A little drunk.

She was all springy. And I did not do anything. And she suffered from this. The owner and not a word about punishment, about discontent. I knew that it was the hardest thing for her to see that I understood everything and melted in my desire, lust and fear.

And she was afraid.

I knew that I would punish. She knew and waited. Get up and leave without turning around - that would be a punishment for her. But not at this time.

She is from work. Narrow skirt to the knee. Stockings. Blouse in the fit of her pretty figure. Chest slightly up. Hairstyle. Glitter in the eyes and fidgeting ...

- Take off your panties and give it to me.

She shuddered at this transition. Put a glass. Began to rise from the table.

I stopped her.

- Take pictures here. I looked at her point blank. Eyes to eyes. And how confused and scared she was at that moment.

- how, like here, I can't, see, you never did that, you know ...

- do it.

- but how ... I can't ...

- you can, thing, do it.

She shrank in the corner. The sofa was not particularly noticeable. Tablecloth to the knee.

I put my hands on my lap. All straightened. Sits like a schoolgirl.

The waiters, people. And he probably understands with his brain that no one will notice. But

fear, panic.

- Should I leave?

- no no

Hands stretched down. Picked up her skirt, stood up a little. One movement pulled the panties. Squeezing them in her hand, she passed it to me.

As with slow motion. And all this without taking my eyes off me. With tears. She was ready to cry.

But she had already tried a lot and was in such a low position that not everyone would believe, and this drove her crazy. Hurt, hooked. She immediately went limp, became submissive, no longer afraid. Predestination is certain. I am the master, and she is nothing.

We left the cafe. We went down to the parking lot.

- Sit back.

She did not understand what was happening.

I just leaned over to her and whispered in his ear: "And you thought I would forgive you for your absence?"

Sat down Wound up. She is in the back. He ordered to lift up her skirt and put a vibrator in her pussy. She always carried it in her bag. She silently complied. I saw her flinch, how he moved in her. How it flowed. Bright lips, juice. Almost moan her.

We drove, and she tried to concentrate and look at me. Feet she almost brought together, but the vibrator and walked in it and she was trembling, she wanted to finish.

We drove up.

- Vymi, lick it.

She was already excited, I heard her pull out a vibrator with a sob, saw how she sucked a silicone head. And she was not interested in seeing her, although she looked around. She did what was ordered.

In the elevator, I got a collar. Put it on her. Tightened. Tight. She shuddered. Got out of the elevator without looking up. She took this game. I understood that I was guilty, and I was very excited.

There was no one on the stairs. At the door, I ordered me to kneel down and lift my skirt. She did. So she entered, on all fours, beaming ass and the current pussy, with her head down and with a collar.

She sucked in my hallway. Tits tumbled out, with hands at the seams and I fucked her, hard, she choked, squeezed, crying. But suffered. This was the beginning of her punishment.

I finished in her mouth and face. Forbid wipe. She was on her knees, with sperm on her face, tearful. Blouse all spotted, boobs out, skirt zadran. So beautiful just an hour ago, and so humiliated now.

I was cutting clothes on her with scissors and she did not say a word about how she would go home.

Her naked, I led to a room on a leash.

Tied to the table. Ass up.

Strongly and gladly flogged her. Forced to count and ask for more.

- more, host more, please, more.

- Who are you?

- I am your fucking bitch, master

- for which I punish you

- yes, master, yes, I was disobedient, I wanted to leave, I could not, aaaaaaaa ...

Her ass was all red, back in the bands.

I moved her to the chair. Tied his hands behind his back, legs spread and tied to the legs.She was all open, flowing. She was hurt to sit and she understood what would happen now.

I flogged her cunt and tits and she howled and asked to leave her. Requested more.

The evening was especially cruel.

I poured wax on her boobs and fucked in her mouth and ass. I made him wallow with vibrators in all holes at his feet and beg to allow him to cum. She writhed in convulsions and choked with orgasms.

She was a litter. A real bitch. That was her place.

Already before going to bed, I was dragging her naked, tormented body to the toilet. There she lay face up in a circle of the toilet bowl, and I peed in her mouth.

Then he raised her to her feet, put her with cancer, tilted her face down the toilet and fucked her for a long time, but she only moaned and finished while I humiliated her. And so they did it for a very long time, and she seemed to have come back. And it was other orgasms.

It even seemed to me that the whole story of the disappearance of it was specially made for me to punish.

I finished her ass.

She crouched over a puddle of urine and strained, sperm flowed from her asshole. I ordered to lick the mixture off the floor.

She roared in her voice, but did.

For the night I left her on buckwheat. And it was hell for her, she crawled, clung to her legs, kissed them, begged not to.

But still I stood, with a vibrator at the maximum in my pussy, on my knees, chained to the battery. There was a gag in his mouth.

Her tearful gaze, her humility, subordination. She got what she got. Just like me.

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