Larisa waited this day for two weeks. I waited and was afraid. She tried to be obedient, so it seemed to her. Talking on the phone did not allow to touch, did not replace personal communication. She wanted to see, feel, fear ... but had to wait. Wait for this day. Wait for the opportunity to give pleasure to the one who has occupied her consciousness all the time. He is the Master! To the one to whom she herself gave herself up, to the one who was free to do anything with her, but to whom she trusted unconditionally. "The owner will not spoil the thing that belongs to him," - these words every time pop up in her head when it became scary from his words on the phone. This day came. But ... Everything was discussed the day before, but everything went wrong. Larisa understood that in any case she would be wrong. Only the Master is always right. To argue the opposite can not be justified does not make sense. And here she is - the long-awaited smska: “Get ready, bitch. You have 2 hours to come. The address is 5 Army, 61. You will get there yourself, we were there. ” The first reaction is panic and a short answer: “Yes, Boss” And the panic from the fact that in two hours it is impossible! A trip to the next town takes two hours from the time you board the bus. But you have to get dressed, find the right street on the map, they were there late in the evening, and where it was, Larisa had no idea, to find at least some familiar landmarks - this is the time, get dressed - time, wait for the bus - time.

But she is obliged to fulfill the order, His order. The clock hung on the bus, she saw the hands creeping inexorably forward, saw that she was hopelessly late, knew what was waiting for her, but she couldn’t call, ask, or say. She herself did not know why, she simply could not, she had to cope with it ... When the arrow crossed the designated figure, a spasm went down the abdomen. She was late! Not late - already late. And again did not call, did not say, did not ask. Why? She knew everything. I just wanted to do it right. Scroll? She could not afford it. She did not want. The bus crawled like a turtle, all the red traffic lights were his. At the next stop to Larisa, a woman sat down on the second seat. For some reason, Larisa asked her: “Are you from this city?” - “Yes, but what?” - “I need 5th Army Street, where is it?” And this woman said, where to get out and how to get there ... Find the right house she never succeeded. Then, standing at the crossroads, already sobbing from despair and her own powerlessness, she pressed the call button on the phone ... The owner met her near the entrance, silently opened the door, silently helped her coat off. Short - you have two minutes, went into the room.

She took off her boots, put on her shoes, there was nothing more to change. I went into the room and knelt down, I could not look into my eyes. The first slap gave a ringing in the ears. Larisa knew it would be like that. Tears? Yes, they did not matter. She knew she was to blame, to make excuses, to ask? Not. Deserved ... Something to say ... Why? You are the one to blame. Itself and pay. One slap followed another, the Boss took her hand to her chin, turned her face to himself: “Why didn’t you call? Why did you wait? ”She stubbornly repeated - I had to cope on my own ... Dura! Why herself? Why myself? You do not have to do anything yourself, only the Boss can, but not you ... The Boss took her hair and sharply bent his head down to the floor. He pulled the hem of the dress up with his hands, under it were only stockings. "Have you come so?" - "Yes, Boss." Again, a jerk for the hair - and she saw a standing member in front of her, obediently opened her mouth. No, he did not caress and did not require affection. He fucked her in the mouth, forcibly, deeply and hard. To suffer is the only thought that snakes in her head, entangling and tightening the loop on the mind.Tolerate! Farther? And then what she deserved.

Collar on the neck, blindfold ... When you do not see, feelings will get worse. But she was grateful for this bandage - firstly, she dries her tears, secondly, she gives an opportunity to focus on sensations. At the same time, Larisa saw everything. Not. no eyes - the bandage did not allow. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) The third eye, feelings or emotions that raged inside. The owner sat on the sofa and picked up a magazine that he had read before she arrived. - Uncover me and lick my feet. Larisa never did anything like that. She touched the socks of the Boss’s feet to the touch and crouched down at her feet. First fingers, then the whole leg, then the second. For a moment, she melted into this activity, she was pleasant and easy, and in her head again thoughts walked: “Am I doing the right thing? Is he pleased? How to learn not to think? ”At some point, she could not stand it and gave a voice:“ I have never done this. How to? ”“ Go on, how are you doing? ” And memorize the new rules - click the fingers - you start to suck the dick, clap your hands - you substitute your holes. The click was not long in coming. again to the touch, he unzipped the pants, took out his penis with her hand and, as they were taught, diligently began to suck. Larisa tried as best she could. Choking when she swallowed deeply, took out the penis, licked the head and swallowed again. Cotton. She turned 180 degrees. - Spread your hands, show me your holes, a little further ... She did everything. The owner ran a hand over pussy. Larisa flowed. She did not even understand what was flowing, but the fact remained a fact. And it seems that it started back in the bus, when she realized that she could not do it ...

The owner slightly moistened it with a lubricant butt hole and sharply inserted a member. And again the pain filled the mind. Larisa tried to relax, she needed to find a position, but she was just fucked hard and rough. And no one said that it would be nice and pleasant. Thank you, it did not last long. She also knew what would happen next ... The owner abruptly walked out of her and jerked her back to the sofa, pressing his head down. She felt her back as He leaned over the bag, pulled out the lash. - Hands behind your back. The first blow was again unexpected, although Larisa was waiting for him, without warming up, without first patting, just to flog. This she already understood. - Score - One, two ... - involuntarily arched from the second. - Who are you? - Bitch ... - Still - I'm a whore, three ... a slave at the Master's feet, four ... The whip rose and fell, the pain reached the depths of the soul, the blindfold absorbed the tears ... And the thoughts did not go to the head, snake cleaned in svoyasi. - Ten. - While enough. I can not hear! - Thank you, Master. Blurred consciousness inhibited. Larisa understood that she was doing everything wrong again, but how she was, she didn’t know. And again she saw — no, felt — there was still a bandage before her eyes — as the Master sat on the sofa. - You can remove the bandage.

Larisa slid down from the couch, her hands trembled, took off her bandage, and timidly raised her eyes, swollen with tears. And at that moment she suddenly felt warmth and tenderness. The owner was calm and almost relaxed. The stress of those first minutes of the meeting was no longer felt. - Come to me. Larisa moved closer. The host extended his hand and touched her cheek so gently that tears poured again. - Take a coffee. She rose from her knees and went to the kitchen. Then there was the usual session. A new fixation for her, which only delivered pain and left bruises on her wrists and ankles. Another test of the sex machine, the upgraded version, sex and taste of the host sperm, which. as it should be, it does not have any taste or smell, which is why it is so desirable ... In the morning, already at home, looking at the bruises and bruises on the pope and thighs, Larisa tried to restore the very feeling of pain that pierced her, but she could not. I remembered something else - the gentle touch of the Master's hand, which I wanted to kiss so much ... PS by the author: Dear critics, you demanded that I get emotions, feelings, feelings. Here is what came out of it. Criticize. I would be glad to hear your opinion.