The hostess went shopping, leaving me with the housework.

I coped with the tasks entrusted quickly - the skill affects. So what if my hands are constrained behind my back, and my legs are strapped and tied so that I can move only on my knees, in small steps? Matter of habit.

Brush for cleaning plumbing I can keep in my mouth. You can sweep a broom, long attached to a harness on the head - the main thing is to imitate and wear it without hands. You will not wash the dishes, but I know that the Hostess did it on purpose, so that I had something to punish. She told me a long time ago that I was too serviceable and capable bitch, it’s even boring to just punish.

The hardest thing, as usual, is to remove Her underwear ... I am sure that She also does this on purpose - leaving, scatters her stockings, panties, bras, wherever she gets, and orders everything to be removed into the drawer. She knows very well how her mongrel reacts to underwear, which can be removed only by mouth ... The smell of the Mistress intoxicates and blows the roof off, and the thought of what Goddess these weightless panties belong to, the lightest thin stockings ... I want to worship forever, and She knows it ...

Member pillar, I have not finished two months ... (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Sorry, I sometimes lose my way from male to female. The hostess believes that I am just a slut of indefinite sex, and I have a big and firm clit - but, as she says with a laugh, “it happens!”. Of course, outside the walls of the Mistress's apartment I am a normal man, and inside these apartments ...

Inside, I look the way I do, and now. I am naked, only stockings and high-heeled shoes. On the neck collar, of course. The arms and legs are shackled and strapped, I have already mentioned this. Finally, the most interesting. I’m wearing a special belt that holds an inflatable tube in the ass with a vibrator, and a member (sorry, the clitoris) is locked in the lock of allegiance.

The hostess believes that the whore should not stop uncontrollably. The more excited the slave, the lower he falls - and she, of course, is right ... I very much hope that soon I will have a holiday, and I can ... but, first things first.

After cleaning, I fasten the chain from the collar to the hook near the front door, and settle down prone, waiting for the Mistress ...

Finally, I hear the sound of familiar heels, and the lock opens. She has a handbag in one hand and a phone in the other - the Mistress communicates with one of her friends. Without distracting from the conversation, She raises her leg and without looking puts her forward. This is already my fence - instantly catch the heel with your teeth and help her to take off the shoe. Following immediately the second, and the Hostess stands a minute, shifting from her fingers to her heels, stretching her legs.

Naturally, at this moment I am already at Her feet - there can be no other. My tongue is already licking Her fingers, I kiss every fingernail with my lips. Continuing the conversation, and without throwing a single glance at me, the Hostess turns, lifting each leg - so that I pay attention to Her heels. With reverence and reverence, I kiss them alternately, lick, greedily inhaling the smell of Her sweat. As she once told me, She smiled, “you breathe so much, as if you want to smell the whole smell))”.

By the edge of my ear I hear the conversation hostess. “Yes, I did not buy anything, stupid shops, empty. I wanted new shoes, I didn’t find ... yeah, one misery ... I’ll have to order a mongrel to buy ... but I went to a new sex shop, there was such a pretty saleswoman ... yes, she left her phone to call when there will be good strap-ons ... Yes, these, new, zero-maintenance, aha ... ".

So, Mrs. Domin speaks with someone of her acquaintances, since she so freely talks about mongrel and sex shop.

Mutt - this is my nickname. We both do not advertise such a relationship, and only a close circle of friends Mistress knows.

While I am at a loss as to who She speaks with, the Mistress sits down and unlocks the lock on my hands. I instantly guess why it is - the Lady does not even need me to indicate. And all the more She didn’t say anything to me - She’s on the phone with another Domina!

I slightly rise on my knees and help my hands to take off the hostess's panties. Usually I have to do this with my mouth, but I know that when the Mistress wants to go to the toilet, I better hurry.

Immediately I roll onto my back, and I put my hands up so that the Lady sits down. The jet, as often happens, escapes from her pussy sharply and strongly - apparently, the Hostess didn’t go specifically for a long time, having accumulated. There is so much of her that I don’t have time to swallow, the jet hits my face, my hair, drains me to the floor ... of course, the Mistress doesn’t get distracted to see where she goes. It is my duty and task to catch this amber, tart-smelling, tasty liquid! And what will not catch - will have to lick off the floor.

Finally, the last drops fall from Her sponges, and I understand that now we need to get out ... mmmm, do not convey the sensations when my tongue touches Her. Beautiful, delicious-smelling, narrow pussy with a small strip of hairs ... Having wiped dry her tongue from urine with my tongue, I can not stand it, and I begin to press her lips more strongly, each separately and all together ...

But a little worth it to seem moisture, as soon as I heard that the Hostess sighed deeper, She abruptly got up and kicked me with a leg on the lips. Whether to me, or by phone angrily blurted out “they saw, the mongrel thought to lick without asking! I almost didn’t excite, a rotten thing! ”

And already in the phone, “of course, I haven't finished since the new year. Yes, soon March 8, have fun. Of course, bring your own, we will not change the traditions! ”.

My heart stops ... finally I understand who the Mistress is talking to! This is her best friend, Mrs. Larissa - who has her own slave. It is with this, the same disfranchised rag, that we sometimes “happen on occasion” as our Mistresses laugh ...

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