Not so much time has passed, but some moments have been erased from memory, some are messed up. Therefore, the further narrative will be in such a chronological order.
I remember our first walk. To begin with, I took off the collar from the slave, then I chose clothes, it was a colorful dress with straps. The day was very warm, and I decided that it was enough. I forbade wearing a bra, but I had a plan for panties.
- You said you have a dildo? - after she brought a small vibrator, I, not including, put it into her vagina and ordered to choose panties that will help keep it inside. There were none, so I built them from the rope right on it.
Then I said to find shoes with the longest stud. These were soft shoes, which, according to her, she bought three years ago for graduation.

As such, she went with me to a nearby park. It was inconvenient to walk: not only was the vagina filled, but the heel was also unusually high and, as is typical for studs, not stable. From time to time I gently slapped her on the bottom, and sometimes pinched. Rare passers-by probably didn’t like my behavior, but there’s nothing unusual for Moscow in this sort of detachment. They did not know what was happening under the dress.
The slave woman also did not understand, or at least she doubted that people at dusk would not be able to look at her sight. I do not know why she was more ashamed of the fact that someone could notice the rope and the vibrator under the pants, because her nipples frankly appeared through a thin dress, or because her companion is no less frank than it looks this whole outfit, paws her. Anyway, her face was crimson, and she continually stumbled.
I liked her humiliation: it was quite easy for the first time, but at the same time quite long, so that the slave would realize it properly. When it was completely dark, we returned to her home.
In the middle of summer my father had to come to my slave. He had to come to Moscow for work, and he logically decided to stay with his daughter. This meant that there would be no meeting at the house for a week and a half. However, his arrival allowed me to crank up something new: On the day of his arrival, I put on the slave just bought a chastity belt and said that she would stay with this device all this time.

“Master, what if my dad notices him?” She asked.
- But decide it yourself. If you want - tell me what a pervert you are, if you want - think of some tale. And the best thing for you will still be to make sure that he does not notice.
That evening, while her father watched the news in the kitchen, as she was ordered, a slave called me on Skype from a locked room. She said that despite the heat she wore jeans and answered her father’s questions that she had periods. I remotely launched a video with our games on her computer, and I was forced to undress her, caress her breasts, nipples, ass and watch the recording. Her solo caresses stopped when, according to my calculations, the news should have ended. She turned off the video, got dressed, turned off Skype, unlocked the door, and by the time her father came to the room, she pretended to be on the phone with a girlfriend.
Such communication sessions lasted all the time that the slave’s father was in Moscow. Thanks to the daily caresses, the slut was so excited for our meeting that she was ready for anything for the sake of orgasm. I took advantage of this ...

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