- Household slave
- Household slave. Continuation
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well done, - she heard through the fog the familiar even and calm voice. - But henceforth, girl, you will not end without my permission. It's clear? I can not hear! Do you understand?
Rush for hair, head up ...
- Yes, Master!
Katya was crying. From what? From experienced pleasure or from pain? What was stronger?
In the meantime, the Boss abruptly pulled the vibrator out of the priests and drove his cock into it. Everything happened so quickly, Katya screamed ... He froze for a minute, let her relax and get used to new and unusual sensations. But Katya, it seems, was ready to shout: “Yes, fuck me, yes, I want, yes, do it,” but the words broke the brain and froze on the lips, she just quietly whined ...
The owner began to move, gradually increasing the pace, he was tearing it from the inside, but Katya was already pushing him, feeling the new tide of desire. Well, there were no such sensations in her short life, and now she was grateful for new feelings, for a new unexplored pleasure. Suddenly Boss growled, drove a member into it until it stops and froze. Katya felt inside herself how he vibrates. Yes! It vibrates, splashing out, spewing his seed into it.
The master was silent. For a couple of minutes he almost lay down on top of her, but then quickly got up and left the room. Kate was left alone, with her legs constrained, her knees numb, she lay down on her hands. She could feel warm fluid running down her legs. Probably, this is sperm ... The girl was too young and inexperienced. "Stupid angel, sixteen-year-old ...", - again beat in the head.
The owner has returned. He was wearing a robe, and he smelled of the freshness of a freshly washed body. So he was in the shower. He unfastened the pipe that bound his legs. He took off his collar.
- You can go up. Bracelets take off yourself. Go to the shower, clean up, I'm waiting for you in your room.
Kate undid the bracelets on her arms and legs, gently folded them on the coffee table. And she went to the shower. Ass burned with fire. But she did not hurt. Something inside her said that everything was fine. With nothing to worry about, just today she has become a real slave. So what? So be it. All is well. She stood under the elastic stream of water, enjoying the new unusual sensations. Yes, today, today she became just a woman. And now she has someone to take care of, and there is someone who takes care of her.
Part IV. The beginning of a new life
Katya entered her room, wrapped in a towel. The owner was sitting on the bed. Her bag with things stood near the closet. And in the middle of the room there was a chair on which the dress was laid out and wrapped with stockings.
- What's that? Immediately remove. Your body belongs to me, and I will not tolerate any rags on it.
Katya hurriedly pulled off the towel, throwing it on the headboard.
“This is your uniform for every day,” the Boss continued, pointing to the dress. - Try it on.
The dress was strict, straight, but not tight. Dark blue, sleeve to elbow, in front - a zipper with two dogs, it was unbuttoned and the bottom and top. The size would be her. When did he manage to buy it? And how did you guess with the size?
Katya put on a dress on a naked body. Opened the packaging with stockings, she loved stockings ... Enjoying the process, put on one, then the second.
- You look good! - she heard already native voice. - Come on.
The owner opened the zipper from the bottom to the middle of the abdomen, and it turned out to be a very attractive picture - tightly compressed legs in lace gum stockings, between them a smoothly shaved pubis, and on top of a strict dark blue dress.
- In the closet two more such, in the shift, stockings there. Rest today. Breakfast at nine. Be good, do not oversleep. Good night, girl.
He gently ran his hand over her cheek and left the room. Katya was left alone. As soon as the head touched the pillow, Katya passed out.Slept without dreams, calmly. The alarm clock rang at seven.
She washed, made up, put on a uniform. The priest was a little sick, but not so much ... For breakfast she made an omelet with ham, coffee, toast. Exactly at nine o'clock the Master entered the kitchen, in his hands he had some kind of tube either with cream or ointment.
- Good morning, girl. How is your ass?
Katya hesitated ...
- Well, so, a little sore ...
- Let me see.
Katya came up, turned her back and leaned forward. The owner raised the hem of the dress and ran his hand over the burning hole.
- Well, it's not so bad. This will help reduce pain.
And Katya felt something cool and soothing on her hole.
- You will have breakfast with me. After breakfast, I go away on business. Here is the phone, there is only one number in it, mine. I just do not recommend calling, only for very urgent matters. Dinner at six, I hope you remember.
- Yes, Master.
So began her new life.
PS author. There is a sequel. If anyone is interested, I can throw. If not, I will not distract your attention.
Diana
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I wonder what's next ... write a sequel ...
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As you say)) Actually already written, I will throw in the evening
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Great. We are waiting for the continuation.
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Interesting, waiting for what will happen next
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Has thrown continuation, it, truth, not such iridescent. Now it all depends on the promptness of the moderators.
Thanks for all the feedback, this is important to me.
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I have a question for the author, that Diana, who is not a guest: do you like to subdue yourself to a man, or command him?
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I didn’t understand how it happened that I was suddenly made a guest, apparently didn’t go to the site
I answer, I do not like to command. The destiny of a woman is to obey, to be behind a man, to be his back, and not at all his neck. Proper submission of a woman to a man helps him to be strong. True, not all women understand this.
I am one of those who understand. I never go across men. Even if he is wrong, I will obey, and then he will understand what and when was wrong.
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Thanks for the answer. I liked the story, and not only because of submission. And I asked because in some comments in other stories you are not very similar to an agreeable woman), but here is the perfect antipode. Good luck, write more.
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Well, I'm not an easy thing - there have always been more contradictions in me than agreement with myself. For a long time I really understood the essence of things. The main thing is that now I nevertheless found the only true way for me.
Thanks for the kind words))
By the way, this story, like most of many others, is almost invented, but true, almost ...
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In one ordinary person, there are still so many people and disabilities that can live;)) We are all in society - we play by the general rules, sometimes we show qualities that are completely inherent (as a response to the challenges of life), but let's say in bed, someone wants its real gut. your dialogue simply revived the memories, met the bottom once - outwardly the personification of sex, and her family and lovers, and in her career she achieved a lot, and on x ... could send someone you need (but without bitterness;)), and it came to sex - just adored to be the servant of the very same x ..., flowed from humiliation, even public.
And the story is good. Write further!
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Thank you, thank you from the heart. Probably for the first time I have been on my site for the first time I receive such a heartfelt feedback ... Is it really that what is written and really worth something ... or can it be something else?
But how did I resist sitting at the computer and recording all this ...
So what happened? Who will answer this question for me?
But the sequel is still tougher, but it is one with the first story.
I have a feeling that when I wrote this, I did not speak, they spoke to me ... But I was only a conductor ...
You can call it whatever you like - a split personality, a clinic ... as you wish. But I’ve been saying for a long time that Diana and I are different people))))))))))))) I’m used to it ...
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Diana, flattered by unexpected generosity, is grateful. Thank you for the story, write spiritually. And sincerely. both in the works and in the comments. It is very valuable. I expect to continue!
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Diana,
Vital and heartfelt. As if she herself was in the skin. Subtly conveyed emotions and sensations. I like it. Artistically beautiful, balancing on the thin line between candor and mystery. I read, and I never had a feeling of falsehood, artificiality and artificiality.
I want to thank for the pleasure. I look forward to continuing)))
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Today will catch. It has already been approved by the moderators.
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Well written, without childish babble excited student. Write, but if suddenly the story runs out, it’s better to start another one, don’t pull or spoil a good initial opinion. Good luck.
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In fact, the sequel is written, but it has a logical ending and I did not plan to continue further.
Usually, I try not to stretch the plot like a cud))))))
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Super, as always)))
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not bad :)
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Allow me, the Storm Tigger, the very one whom you dislike for many, many reasons, first of all for excessive directness and erroneous self-confidence - to comment on your story, oh Great :)
I liked your story. Nothing extra. Simplicity, soft plot, smooth text, literacy, realistic characters of the characters, which is important - the brevity, which, as you know, is the sister of talent ... all this has a beneficial effect on the picture, well, as a result - my approval and positive assessment with my parties are guaranteed.
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Thanks for rating. And why did you decide that I dislike you? I didn't say anything against you? Or did you say? I actually always say what I think this minute, as a true woman))) But I think we never intersected anywhere in “fights”, in which I often manage to plunge)))))))
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I am anonymous with the nickname "Gorbatov" meant, you are out of work here ...))))
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And at the same time they saw me))))) Well, also good. And then the last time Diana somehow out of work))
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Yes, you probably did not so interpreted my first part of the message, that's all :)
I just wanted to say that I managed to quarrel on this resource already with many, if I may say so, nonadvoltage. And this is only for six months ... added a touch of humor - in the end this post turned out :)
But seriously - I wrote it this way, because one of my regular blinkers happened right in front of your nose - well, it's a sin not to write like that ...)))
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I learned a long time ago to calmly look at such things from the outside and not to get stuck. With whom I just did not swear here))))) So it's all the little things. Never mind))
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That I am calm, absolutely ...))) Thanks to Legendary Zoya - he taught :)
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He taught me too))))))
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Ahahah, I left him a bombarding review of “Sasha”, and of “Writer”)))) If my haters had bothered to read something like this - surely the language would not turn to say that I was a slacker in terms of giving an objective assessment))))
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I liked his "Writer". We, however, in a personal about this talked. It’s a very deep thing, but not for everyone ... Many see what’s up there, and a little deeper ñ it’s necessary to think ... But they don’t want to think))) So it turns out - complete crap is good, and a deep thing - that's nonsense. I went through it myself, I know.
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Yes, it’s a shame that more than 80 percent of the resource is published by the shkoloto ... as if everyone is interested in stupid drocherskie stories on a half-list, just to relieve the tension ...
And where is the spelling, grammar, meaning, plot, style in the end? - “But in the ass all” - he thinks another bydloman and gives his poor performance to the editorial board, and thinks at the same time - “I, your mother, are famous !!!” ...
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This is what is most annoying here. When the four of them rape one, and then enclose homeless people under the herd - that's cool. And when you get up on your knees, and you get pleasure from whipping, it means that you are a fool, you do not know normal relations and you do not understand what love is))) In general, we didn’t have such conversations in public, it’s better PM do))) And then again inadequate blame)))))
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I somehow do not care, even if they want to consider. Write if you want :)
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Eh wow ... and I remembered you ... I remember, for the new year you laid out the life story, about how you were robbed - and then I commented, sympathized ... I never thought it was you :)
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Not bad, Diana, even very!
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