- Household slave
- Household slave. Continuation
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Well, take your breath, take your breath, - the Master tenderly condemned. detaching carbines. - You can get up.
Kate got up and sneak over her shoulder and looked in the mirror. The cross on the cross of the priest and the hips were decorated with red swollen stripes. "There will be bruises," thought flashed through her mind.
- Well, now, madam, welcome to the hook.
The owner took off the many-tails whip and carefully laid it on the couch. In a mirrored room a metal pipe came down from the ceiling, bent at the end in the form of a hook, at the level of raised arms, a chain was put on it. Until that moment, Katya had only looked at this device, but now it was his turn.
“Hands up,” the voice again became steel and cold.
The owner fastened her bracelets to the chain, now her body stretched out into a string, suspended on his hands. The owner took the whip, stood behind. He ran a lash on the back, pulled it between his legs and pulled it sharply. Katya started.
- Count!
- Ahhhhh, one ...
He threw it behind, but the tails wrapped around a thin body, falling on the chest, on the stomach, on the pubis. And again she counted and screamed, screamed and counted.
- Thirty!!!
“Everything, everything, girl, everything is over, now, wait,” the Boss unbuttoned the carbines, and holding Katya so that she did not fall to the floor, carefully laid her on the soft carpet that covered the floor in the mirror room. - Get some rest, you can take off your bracelets, I'm waiting for you in the hall.
Katya wiped away tears, trying to calm the trembling in her whole body. She took off her bracelets with trembling hands. You can’t keep you waiting. Katya got up and went to the hall. Feet trembled. Her whole body was burning, but she knew it would pass soon. The owner sipped cognac and watched TV. Seeing her. He turned off the sound. Katya knelt down.
- Thanks for the lesson, Master.
- Good girl. Come to me.
She moved closer. The host covered her body with a soft rug and handed her a cup of her favorite green tea, took off her collar.
- How are you, girl?
- Thank you, good.
- Well, nice. I think this lesson will do you good. And the next two days, I want to see you only naked. I want to admire such beauty. Yes, tomorrow is Saturday and no one has canceled regular spanking. Make a list of your faults, excluding, of course, an iron and a shirt, for them you have already paid off in full. I assign the punishment for three hours.
- Yes, Boss, - while Katya had a bad idea of how she would transfer her tomorrow spanking as well. She did not expect this, but did not dare to argue.
The night she slept badly. The whole body burned. In the morning she prepared breakfast as usual, but today she made it naked. The owner entered the kitchen a little earlier than usual.
- Well, how did you sleep?
- Bad, it hurts me ...
- Well, this is understandable, but you will remember for a long time. Let me see you. Wonderful, wonderful. Bruises, of course, hold on for some time, but I do not see anything critical. Today you can give yourself a day off. Lunch at the restaurant. But at three you should be ready to report your faults.
- Yes, Master.
After breakfast, the Boss went to his office, and Katya took up her tormented body. Lying in the jacuzzi, gently smeared the whole body with a softening lotion.
At three o'clock she went back to the mirrored room. Put on bracelets, they seemed to keep the heat of yesterday. She knelt before the door and put her hands behind her back. Boss entered.
- So. I'm listening to...
It turned out that there were not many sins, only 15 shots were gained. The owner went to the wall and thought. In the end, he took off the usual belt of soft leather.
“I think that will be enough.” Lie down, I will not fasten today, hold on myself, you will be spinning, you know that I will not regret. Count it.
It is possible to say the foam gently, but whenever the belt fell on yesterday's tracks, Katya was sighing.
“Fifteen,” she whispered, and let out a sigh of relief. - Thanks for the lesson, Master.
“Good girl,” the Master answered habitually. - You have an hour to pack up. Dinner we go to a restaurant.
Kate did light makeup, put on stockings and a loose dress to the knees, with a deep neckline in front, but covering the back. The whole evening the Boss was polite and even kind. But it was painful for her to sit, and any of her movements reminded that she was just a slave, a thing with which he could do anything.
In the evening, he coldly threw: "You can go to your place, rest, girl." Well, so be it. By and large, her life was not so bad or hard. That night she slept peacefully.
Diana
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Keep writing on this topic. Great coming out!
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On this subject, most likely, I live by it now)))
But this plot is probably already finished! thank you for rating
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Diana, you write well on such a difficult topic. Very often, the authors slide into vulgarity and rudeness, and you manage to avoid it, transmitting the emotions of the heroine very subtly and sensually, at the same time not giving up the action.
A rare combination, you are well done!
Good luck in your work) I hope to see the continuation)
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I wonder how unpredictable the mood of the reader. It, as the color of the sea during the day, is always different. Most recently, I was just trampled, practically powdered for the last part of the “Difficult Decision ...”, and now they are bathed in the warm rays of approval for the “Household Slave”. Although the essence of something in them is one.
Yes, the image of Katie turned out to be difficult and ambiguous. On the one hand an inexperienced girl, she doubts everything. But at the same time, she so recklessly trusts her fate to a passer-by, twice as old. And where is the guarantee that he is not a maniac, not a real sadist? How did she decide on this? Although, I must say, she was lucky. Probably many young girls dream of such luck.
And Alexey Yuryevich? What is his interest in this situation? After all, he never caressed Katya, nor did he show enough care and affection to her. I think he just enjoys parenting. After all, in fact, he does not limit her freedom, her spiritual development. But rather, on the contrary, it makes every effort for its spiritual growth. Yes, he owns her body, but he does not claim her soul. Thus, teaching her, preparing for adulthood.
In our time, young girls at 15-16 years old, and even younger, more often because of stupidity, less often for love, but give up their bodies to those who want light weight. But at the same time, they may never understand the true purpose of a woman - not just to obey a strong, real man, but to make him so - with his support, his care, his obedience and ability to hear, and not just listen. That is what Katya teaches Alexey Yurevich. He is not a Master for her, by and large, but rather a strict, but just and wise Teacher.
I think in perspective my heroine has a meeting of real, big love. She will marry, give birth to children. And her husband will always know that his back is covered - there is real support behind him, his woman, his wife.
Well, Alexey Yuryevich will find himself a new pupil, who will also someday be released into the big world.
So I see the future of my heroes.
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Many thanks for such a detailed answer. Sadly, when such stories end, it is always possible, of course, to invent the very future of the characters, but in this story I was very interested to hear your opinion.
I read your “Difficult Decision”, and I am sorry that he was criticized. The cycle is very good, although it seems to me a little weaker than this one, emotionally and psychologically.However, you have a style that most authors are deprived of here, you write easily and gracefully, avoid rudeness. It costs a lot!
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The “hard decision” was different. The thought went more deeply - but it was far from clear to everyone. Probably the “Difficult Decision” was only for those who are in the Subject understandable (and even then not to everyone), and it seemed to people from the outside that they were filled with vague hints.
It also shows everything clearly. Even the one who has not experienced this will understand everything. That is this thing for the general public. This is how it differs from the “Difficult Solution”.
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And I write this because I myself am going through this. And time after time I miss all the sensations through myself to the finest details. I cook in a similar pot, but I understand that there has never been anything better than this in my life.
We are all different, and we all find our niche, sooner or later, but most importantly, to find it. I found and I am happy now.
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Diana, bravo, I certainly did not read all your stories, but of those that read, this dilogy is the best. Special thanks for such an image of Alexei Yuryevich, the image of the correct top. Katya also turned out to be charming, solid ten for each of the stories
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I really like this series, without reading to the end I already enjoy it ... I hope the continuation will be
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This story will not be. It says everything ...
Perhaps there will be others))
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it's just pi ... n, comments as if the novel wrote some kind of super-duper, and she considers herself to be a cool author))))))))))))))
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I do not think at all. On the novel, it does not pull and I do not pretend. Simply, if you do not like, do not eat, as they say ... And if you have eaten, then digest, there is no other way out.
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I do not know. For me, spanking, even for educational purposes, is just a spanking, and a broken-down ass is a broken-up ass. And the man, who, sighing under the heavy burden of responsibility, mocks those for whom he bears the responsibility (obviously more often, of course), in me personally causes disgust and squeamishness. It is one thing to bludgeon in anger, and then lick bruises on the body of your beloved, although it is also debatable, another thing is to enjoy the torment of another person. It is not strength, it is weakness. Read books on the psychology of rapists and sadists. And, probably, I will never understand those who love to be shoved into his shit. Although, of course, the color and taste - someone likes a watermelon, and someone - a pig tail.
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Yes, I completely agree. Everyone chooses what they like. This site has a lot of stories on the same topic. But for some reason, the main idea is always in them - abduction of a girl, deprivation of her freedom by force. That is - violence as such ... I understand, men are predators, hunters, they need a victim, power over the victim ... so be it, I do not mind. But sometimes it happens otherwise ... And this is what I wanted to show.
I don’t agree with one thing - hitting in anger, and then licking the bruises on the body of your beloved is a hundred times worse. Believe my experience. I went through this, and I know how it happens in real life ...
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Firstly, it is cruel sadism! For this Hazyainu need to cut a member, insert it into his mouth and watch how he dies from blood loss.
Secondly, the author Diana writes that she herself went through such a thing and passes. If this is true and she is really a woman, not a man, then Diana is mentally ill, since she is justified by sadistic mockery.
Thirdly, I agree with the author in one way - she wrote: “I understand that men are predators, hunters, they need a victim, authority over the victim ... so let it, I don’t mind.”
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You contradict yourself.I am a woman, and I went through a lot in this life. But now, for the moment, I am happy. Happy because I have what I was looking for.
But do you agree that a man should catch and subdue a victim? Why then do not agree with the voluntary sacrifice? Why do not agree that the woman herself - voluntarily - sacrifices herself? Do we not have this right? Do we always have to force? Yes, we agree, take ... But YOU resist. When we ourselves agree, but are ready to humiliate, subdue by force. Is this fun for you?
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And yet, what I have now is love, real, standing, and not the one that was ... "It's one thing to bludgeon in anger, and then lick the bruises on your beloved one" - that was sadism ... when my husband tried to strangle me and only a fluke or my life force saved me from this ...
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When women themselves agree, then I do not need to humiliate them. I do not contradict myself. To subordinate the strength of a woman is necessary because women are created by nature to submit to strong men. Most women themselves will not give men, they need to be taken by force, but not sadistic. There are many ways to make women submit to men. A man should be the main, own a woman, but not to mock her.
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Am I talking about bullying? I'm talking about voluntary submission. And nothing more.
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You are talking about voluntary submission, which leads to bullying, absolute humiliation and sadism. For me, and I think for others who want to own a healthy beautiful female body, the destruction of this body is not acceptable. Unfortunately, all dirty, ugly men with a criminal psyche always want to make clean beautiful women, girls dirty, humiliated.
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I agree with you that "women are created by nature to submit to strong men." The key word here is strong. One day, when I brought my man to almost white-hot, he said, "You would be punched." And when asked why he wouldn’t embed, he replied that he didn’t beat those who were weaker than him. This is the power. And all that is estranged is the desire of the notorious schmuck to assert itself at the expense of the weak and dependent. Allah be their judge.
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Kapets, thinking ... "hatching in anger" is a real homely sadism ... you need to hang up such ... It's one thing when everything is in agreement and more pleasure to receive, and another is to let off steam on a weaker person ... go to the park and lower the anger on healthy men - let them crush your face, and then they will brighten your bruises - it will be nice? And the story is pleasant ... without sharing the girl with friends, and the other scum ... this is her decision - as I understand ... You write that he will marry and be happy in marriage ... Well, I do not know ... after "such" pleasures - usually second marriage ... Do it now satisfied? or will look for life on the side of these pleasures ...
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Or a husband in a similar vein))) It also happens.
Thank you for understanding my position on this issue. For some reason, it is often considered that it is normal to slap a wife in the face or worse in normal relations, but simply to flog a belt for prevention and pleasure is a perversion.
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A real perversion is a sadism-masochism moral, when for years each other nerves tremble, suffer, suffer, which is already sickening to everyone around. And on the ass with a belt, but fuck ... If by mutual consent - this is not a perversion. My husband sometimes smacks the belt, according to my numerous requests. Moreover, he also has to beg him - I have only one pleasure, but I feel sorry for my ass. But at the same time I can’t imagine such a thing so that in ordinary life he would rudely treat me with a word or an action. Yes, and I would not tolerate such a thing.
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Agree! Thanks for the support!
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In general, irons should be bought with a non-stick coating. Then, in which case, only clothes will suffer, and everything will be perfectly cleaned from the iron. Here :)
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)))) But then there will be no reason)))) More precisely, it is necessary to look for another))))))
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strange, like a site for perverts, and you as philosophers are direct
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Actually, on this site I have long been and know a lot of really smart, competent, decent authors and readers alike. What does the perverts? Or do you think about yourself personally?
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Can't a philosopher be a pervert? You, dear man, de Sade read?
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I read de Sade. Here I agree with you, among philosophers there are many perverts obvious and hidden. All people are different depending on the combination of mind and animal desires.
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Removed the HP from the taboo in the questionnaire) well, what if?))
Great story!
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No need to equate the Garden with this miserable scribbler
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What kind of ambition is this with the author: ate, so digest. It is necessary to take into account the opinions of readers, if you do not want to run into rudeness, I began to become disillusioned with you.
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