She was afraid. Wildly. Exciting. The fear was obvious. Her trembling lips, dilated pupils. She crumpled the edge of her blouse. She was afraid. Not me. She was afraid of her decision.

- I can not, this is too.

- Spread your legs.

She obediently leaned back slightly, habitually lifted her skirt.

I stuck my hand between slender legs in gentle stockings. She was without panties, so used to walk like that. Wet, hot, hot cunt. She was pulsing. I felt swollen lips. Slightly pressed on the clitoris. She sighed. I saw her eyes covering, how her mouth opened a little, how she leaned forward, trying to sit on my fingers. I just played the clitoris.

- How many you did not finish, bitch?

She leaned forward.

“Three ... Three weeks, Sir ... She exhaled nervously, gasping for air.

- And what the fuck do you not want to finish, to feel the dick in all your holes? Put on sperm? Do you want to end in humiliation, how do you like? You're a dirty whore, right, creature? Or have you forgotten your place, slut?

She was shaking, apparently, palpably. She was on the verge of orgasm. If I let go of my fingers and that's it, she would have been like a rag doll in convulsions on my arm. I even thought about it for a second, let her finish, and then such a submissive and razomlevshuyu finish off, flood her face with sperm, wipe her hair and wash with urine. But I decided to act as I intended ...

- I want, I want, Master ... I am ready for anything.

Slap in the face. She licks my fingers, gently, handles each finger. Removes traces of her wet cunt. Eyes closed. She seemed to suck dick. I was always amazed at her immersion in the subject. She broke like a match, it cost only to start it and there was no trace of a strict woman with a serious position.

- And what should you do, whore?

She was on her knees, her head bowed, with her hands behind her back.

- I will go to the address you provided. There will be five men. They will do with me what they want.

- Why?

She shuddered.

“Because I am the thing of my Master, I am only his property, I am a creature and a whore, whore and a humiliated animal.” I was created to fulfill the wishes of the Master and his orders.

She seemed suffocated by these words. Even swaying back and forth.

Slap in the face.

- Do you want it?

- Yes, Master. It was a whisper. But wild, passionate, whispering excitement and humility.

I looked down at her. She is in a dark blouse with disheveled blond hair, bathed in a black skirt. Black stockings dramatically whiten the body. Her ass, shaved pubis. In her face was so much aristocracy, ridicule. She was smart. But how she loved to be limp. Slave and doll.

I have not seen a more submissive acceptance of punishment. The most brutal spanking she endured from beginning to end. I got used to it and already at the third session I got a high, and it was noticeable. On the fifth flowed and wagged ass. The stack left bright marks on her ass, and her cunt was sticky showing all the lust and depravity of this girl.

This was her first meeting without me. She went to the session, I gave her. She went to this less than a year. Before that, all group sessions were in my presence. Three and four fucked her. She has already been under the dog.

The wildest excitement, although she was not aware of this, she received from the session with the participation of girls. She was humiliated, forced to lick her pussy, made her mouth with a point for urine. This mixture of men and women. (especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) A mixture of sperm and discharge from someone else's pussy, its use just as a toy — drove it into a frenzy. I saw her shake then, and I had never noticed it before.

She did not confess that she liked it. She asked not to repeat more. I just laughed. I whispered in her ear that she no longer lied. And she immediately went limp. It was as if I knew more about her than she knew about herself.

And now she had to be in the wrong hands. And do whatever they ordered. I knew who she was going to, I knew the passions of her future ebari. He knew that it would hurt her, that they would not stand on ceremony with her, that they would write a video for me, they would take a lot of photos.I knew that her holes would be smashed and exhausted, that her gorgeous breasts of the second size would be recognized by many hands, tweaks, spanking, bullying. I knew all this.

I told about all this to her during whipping, and flogged on pussy. And she just howled and asked for more.

Where it would seem more. But she obviously was not enough. Each of our non-private meetings plunged her lower and lower. Not just pain, but dirt, humiliation. I saw that it turns her on even more, that it is such an appeal that drives her crazy.

I have long thought to give it away. I did not ask her. He knew he would agree. She believed me. I needed her.

- I want to finish. Please, Master. She looked into my eyes.

Slap in the face.

“You think you deserve it?”

“Please, please, Master.” She fell to the floor, began to kiss my shoes. I was surprised. I never gave such orders, she never took the initiative. She lifted her blouse, bra and now I see her elastic nipples that touch the floor, her tongue polishes shoes, and her hands are thrown about her body. It is evident that she wants to squeeze her pussy, rub her, howl and finish, but is waiting for orders. Fears.

I pushed her toe. She lay awkwardly on her back. Instinctively brought her legs together.

- What the hell is this fucking?

She spread her legs. Her cunt was burning. Nipples stuck out. She looked like her wife was caught off guard. It seems to be clothes on the spot, but everything is obvious.

I didn't let her finish. Gave suck. She swallowed cum eagerly, with pleasure.

She stood by the mirror in the hallway. Tidied up her appearance.

Makeup, hairstyle.

And here is a sleek, beautiful woman of about thirty looking at me with a grin and confidence.

- I hope you understood everything correctly and will not disappoint me.

In her eyes in the reflections of the twilight there was only submission and lust.

“You will receive everything you want, my Master.”