I again experienced feelings of guilt and pain. Yes, it is pain, and even after the guilt for it. Marcus was a wonderful lover, an excellent master of the art of love, but he also mastered the art of delivering pain. Oh, what a pain it could be. No, it was not just pain from a blow or beating, it was a whole string of emotions, different and not unique feelings of pain. It was like bright colors that unfold gradually, exposing reality and scaring with their charming passion.

I loved him for his tender hands and tender eyes, but I loved him in moments of mad rage and hellish emotions of pain. Yes, I did not like pain, pain as a feeling, as an emotion, but I loved the one who delivered it. And it was precisely this feeling of masochism that brought me back to him and I, leaving him already once in the twentieth, returned again and again. What was I waiting for? Even sometimes I can not answer this question myself. Perhaps the scorching separations brought me to this, and maybe only a banal desire for sex attracted me to him.

As I did not try to get away from him, find another, or simply forget those feelings, but no, I could not. So I could not yes at all. Well, I couldn’t dislike him, his suit of the base seemed to be dragging me back into his arms. I always dreamed about his sensual voice, every night and so that I didn’t do it, I couldn’t drive away the thoughts of him, forget and not remember him. Forget forever. To forget him. Forget and forgive. Forgive yourself for the weakness of the body, for the weakness of the soul. Forgive and forget ...

And here I am again promising myself a bunch of stupid things, and even believing, yes, yes, believing, and how could I? Believing in myself that everything is not right for me this time, I became wiser, I became stronger and I did not succumb to my senses so stupidly and uncontrollably, I would not be stupid this time. I will stand ... And again, again, failure, failure ... Perhaps it was fate or evil rock played a joke with me. And how else can I call it if I again, regardless of my persuasion, regardless of my memories, and without even fear of the last time, returned to him again.

Just an idiot. Fool. Brainless stupid !! This is how I should be called. My soul and body were torn apart. I was sitting on my knees, on my neck was a scarlet leather collar of lacquered leather with cold steel sharp spikes. I was straggled to the battery. My long hair fell like a cascade of waves on my shoulders, my ass ... Fear and horror froze in my cornflower eyes, and tears continuously flowed down my cheeks, falling like rain to the floor near my knees.

My scarlet lips hugged the ball, which was placed in the mouth and tightly fixed behind the head. Yes it is to calm my moans. All the same, it was an apartment, but it was not necessary to frighten the neighbors. Oh, Marcus, he was always so prudent, sometimes even too scary for me. My hands were set on the backside and handcuffed. It was not at all those soft, pleasant handcuffs to the touch, made of fur or leather, sold in a sex shop. No, they were rugged steel handcuffs with spikes inside, made-to-order they delivered many painful moments.

Now they were tightly fastened around my wrists, so that the sharp thorns pierced my skin quite a bit, but it was already bringing quite a lot of pain, from which I was already crying for half an hour. Thin streams of blood streamed down my wrists, blood slowly dripping down my fingers to the floor. Today Marcus exceeded my expectations. I did not think when I returned that I would find him in a state of slight intoxication, as he called him.

And at this time, getting him in the eye means very much regretting his actions. That's exactly what I did now. Yes, I regretted about my act ... But nothing would have changed, even if I could predict exactly what would happen, I would have returned to him again. I could not live without him and without those emotions that were sometimes extremely strange, incomprehensible to me and even frightening, but it is all the same, I wanted to be near him.As a wife, mistress, slave, it was not so important if I could only see his eyes, his beautiful eyes and bring him pleasure. Yes, his pleasure is above all!

If he likes it, if he brings it to orgasm, I am ready to endure everything that comes up. My soul and body are wholly owned by him. I have no taboos, and they cannot be. I am only his property, and he is my sovereign. Legs adorned my legs, absolutely similar to the handcuffs, both in design and in the sensations they brought. My nipples were tightly pressed with metal pins, at the ends of which metal chains stretched, ending in a small weights, only 5 grams. Low weight, but the pain was barely tolerable by me.

My nipples were red and burgundy, they were swollen and a little longer from the pain they delivered. Marcus called it my favorite body changes, non-invasive surgery. He sculpted his ideal of a woman's appearance from my body and I meekly bore all the burdens left on my destiny. In addition to everything, my breasts were tied with a thick, rough rope, which not only very tightly tightened my breasts, but also strongly, simply could not be pricked.

I terribly wanted to pull him off and furiously comb his chest to the blood. Due to the rope, my breasts stood proudly, slightly reddening they became even more elastic and attractive to Marcus. I was on my knees. My knees were widely divorced, and on the genital lips there were only punctures just made, performed without anesthesia by Tolstoy with a needle heated to red on the fire. Through the holes were threaded thick heavy steel rings, which brought a lot of inconvenience.

They strongly pulled my labia down, besides the holes in the skin still burned like a flame. To make the sensation last for a long time, Marcus sprinkled my piercing with hot pepper and it burned terribly and itched. So that my labia took the right length and hung well, he tied a small weight to each ring. Despite the fact that I was already standing for half an hour, the pain did not subside at all and sometimes it seemed to me that it only increases with every minute.

The pain was so strong that sometimes it seemed to me that I had now fainted and at that moment I was poured over with ice water and chunks of ice. This allowed the opinion not only to lose consciousness, but to continue to feel everything that was happening to me.
- My love, today I will give you the highest pleasure. You will love my torture today even more, and if not, you will learn new emotions. Ohhh, I promise you this. I was not at all pleased with his attitude. Isn't that all? What else could he have conceived for me? Oh, this is quite the beginning to scare me and I roared even more.

- Cry as you want, cry. It will not stop me, and no one will hear you. You came back yourself. I am glad. So you want the same as me. Bes useful scum! Bitch! You betrayed me again and wanted to betray me! You passed me! I repent with you! I'll beat all the crap out of your head! Do you hear me? All the crap !! Turning his back to me, he made me lean forward and abruptly inserted something into my anus, after which I realized that it was just an enema and thought that there was nothing wrong with that.

- Do not relax whore! It's only the beginning! There will be many surprises ahead for you!
A burning hot liquid flowed into my butt, apparently with pepper or something else, but this thing was terribly hot. No, not only that! If only he had stopped! I can't bear it! Not!!! Marcus continued to pour in without stopping. In me, water, water filled my guts to capacity. My stomach began to grow, tears poured from my eyes. He will break my insides !!! Oh no! I will die!!

The water continued to flow into me, my stomach became like a tight drum, it was filled to capacity, the water was already pouring out of me, but Marcus painfully and roughly grabbed my fingers for the stomach, kneading it and the water continued to enter me. When stretched belly did not help and I became like a pregnant woman in the last month of pregnancy, he stopped.Taking a huge phallus, he stuck it in me painfully and without lubrication right up to the handle.

- It will shut your ass and will not let the water pour out! Wow what a look! Yes, bitch, everything is just beginning! Suffer scum!
And he hit me in the face with a go-ahead. The pain became just hellish, inside the water mixed with pepper and I burned all guts, all entrails. Is this not the end ?!
Marcus took a scalpel and sharply swept over the shoulder blades, his back and buttocks made quick thin cuts. Blood gushed from her wounds. He took the salt and sprinkled the wounds.

- Mmmmmmmmmm !!!
- Talk to me, talk! Shameless shit! You will know how to cheat on me !!
He took a set of disposable syringes and deftly removed the needles from them, pulling the skin on my thighs, pierced my whole ass with needles.
He did it quickly and abruptly!
Such a pain!!! I started mooing even more violently!

- This is just the beginning. Bitch! Aty thought it all? - he began to laugh terribly.
Taking a hard stack, Marcus began to hit me on the nipples, chest, stomach. Slow and sharp movements with a delay. It was terrible. He could beat so that there were no traces, but the pain from it did not become less.
Taking a thin wooden stick, he proceeded to bastinado. He beat hard the soles of my feet. I was already almost unconscious of pain and prayed that he would quickly stop it. I never again renounced myself, under the fear of such torture. Another repetition of this or worse, I just would not have experienced.

Having seated me on a pierced ass with needles, he shoved a stub furiously into a vagina and began his wild jump in love. Violently intruding and tormenting my bosom, he received great pleasure from my pain. After shouting, he erupted in me with his hot sperm filling me to the brim so that she began to pour on my thighs. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) After he had finished, he calmed down. He is tired of his anger. He looked at me he felt sorry for me, because he loved me and hated me at the same time. He did not want to hurt me, and it seemed that time was furiously craving it. He was what he was.

He took out all the needles, took off my collar, put on handcuffs, and took out the cork from my ass and letting me erupt with pleasure into the sanitary ware, he gave me first aid. He bandaged and anointed all my wounds, removed weights from the labia and nipples, untied and massaged my chest. I cleansed my intestines with a healing agent and anointed me with painkillers. He hugged me gently and kissed me on the lips. Marcus pulled a gag out of my mouth and kissed me again with the utmost tenderness.

- I love you so much, my Rada ... I caused you so much pain and suffering again. You must leave me. I do not control myself when I am angry. I am not worthy of you.
“Marcus, you know I just can't do it.” I love you just the way you are.
We embraced each other and engaged in the most gentle intercourse of hearts ...

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