1. A wish. Part 1: Morning new sensations
  2. A wish. Part 2: Day of surprises
  3. A wish. Part 3: Masked Ball

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he brought me food. I rolled a small table straight to the sofa and put different dishes on it. Everything looked very tasty - wine, meat, salads, fruit. That same sponge, which shut my mouth, it makes sense from my face traces of semen.

Finally, I could have a good look at it. He was a tall, thin man with a bit of cold beauty: a sharp nose, dark gray with greenish eyes. Black, neatly combed hair curled slightly at the ends, which gave it a certain demonic aristocracy. The clothes looked very expensive - dark trousers and burgundy, the color of darkened rose petals, shirt.

“What are you a master at?”
"I am the master of the game"
"Poker?"
“Poker is entertainment” - he smiled.
“What else will you do with me?” I feel so strange, nothing like this has ever happened to me. Such things have always seemed terrible to me, and with you I feel that this is normal. Why?"
“Because I am a Master of the game. And the game is just beginning. You are open to enjoyment, and I see it. I immediately noticed this when I watched you play and put everything on the line. You are not afraid to risk. ”
"I was just drunk and thought I was lucky."
“Yes, but you have something that attracted me. Believe me, I'm not so mad as to steal the first oncoming drunk girl. Not everyone will give me pleasure, and not every I want to devote to the game. The game is either in a person or not. I am only a Master who supports this game. A little later, you will understand. The main thing - do not be afraid, and I will help you. Today I am your protege and no one will touch you without my knowledge. ”
“What does it mean no one will touch who you are talking about? Someone is spying on us. I saw the camera in the book. ”
“Oh, the camera is just fun, though ... This is a precaution so that no one I choose will divulge my secrets. You see, few know who I really am, few see the master in person. And if you do not join the game, I will have to force you not to disclose my secrets. Oh no, don't be scared, I won't kill you. Why, there is an easier way - the same video and snapshots. I think your friends, colleagues and relatives should not see what you are participating in. Right? ”

Blackmail, I thought. If I make a noise about who he is, he will immediately send out all the video details of our meeting. And I'm not like a rape victim in her. What could be worse for a girl than a broken reputation ... He is not a fool.

"Clever."
“Why are you, this is a common thing. By the way, we have a masquerade ball today, so you need to eat, rest and tidy yourself up. ”
“Someone else will come?” - my soul went to my heels, I was afraid to think that someone could really find out about what was happening here.
“Yes, do not worry, everyone will be incognito, and so will you. Your true identity will only know me. Admit it, I do everything for your safety. ”

I felt like I was in some kind of porn game. It excited me and strained at the same time. Probably, from the general shock, it still seemed to me that it was a dream, that tomorrow I would wake up and remember nothing.

When I ate, he carefully looked at me. He did not touch the food, only drank wine from his glass. I decided that I should not drink, but the food was very tasty.

“You ate? Then I will go prepare your outfit, and while you rest. "

He put away all the food, leaving only wine and fruit on the table, and went out. Judging by the sounds, this is still a house and there are several floors in it, since I caught the creaking of the steps, after which the steps subsided. He was gone for quite a while. Apparently, he was not afraid that I would run away or scream. And how could I have escaped, the handcuffs shackled my right hand, and nothing nearby would have helped me open them. Not knowing what to do, I poured myself some wine.

“Yes, you need to calm down. Ward off evil thoughts, ”I decided. The wine quickly relaxed, and everything did not seem so strange. Well, think about it, plunged into a sexual adventure.This is certainly much nicer than banal rape on the street. But in fact, I could lose to some cruel asshole who would not stand on ceremony with me at all. This same Master intrigued me. He caused in my body an extravaganza of strange, terrible and pleasant sensations. Perhaps this meeting will give me much more than it seems to me now.

So I sat waiting for my outfit and thought about the upcoming masquerade ball and the personality of the Master.

14 comments
  • August 19, 2013 12:01

    Hmm, very interesting first two parts. I hope further will also be just as interesting. And what will be the continuation. And then there are so few beautiful stories, and even worse, when they are without an ending, because the author simply did not post it either, did not spread it.

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  • Katya (a guest)
    August 19, 2013 15:04

    Great story! I want the same continuation

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  • August 19, 2013 16:28

    Thanks, Kate. Continuation will not disappoint you.

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  • August 19, 2013 5:00 pm

    All anything. But one thing strains - a violation of the basic principle. VOLUNTARY.
    The image of the Master is very touching and impressive, I want to believe that he is truly a Master. But nevertheless the main subject line very much reminds banal violence. This is not so much pushing away as it is annoying.
    The effectiveness of training depends on voluntary desire. And when you are forced without your consent, it doesn't matter how good it is.

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  • August 19, 2013 18:12

    Diana, very accurately and correctly noticed. But you are running ahead - in the continuation of this topic is just revealed.

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  • August 19, 2013 18:17

    I myself do not understand why such a dual feeling. It seems everything is normal, but something annoying. I will wait for the continuation. But there is an assumption that everything will turn 90 degrees at least, or even all 180)))

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  • Smol (a guest)
    August 19, 2013 18:59

    "He got up. He grabbed. He put in. He pulled out. He summoned. "
    “I ate. I washed. I decided. I could. I sat. I was lying. "

    Horror ... what is it so dry? Where is the emotional coloring of the action? Where are the experiences of non-system chicks?
    Questions are purely rhetorical. Madam, to answer the usual rudeness for you, is not necessary.
    Oh, where, where ... in pi @ de! :)

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  • August 19, 2013 19:24

    How good when the interlocutor is not needed - he wrote himself — he answered — he laughed himself.

    You can go to the next level of trolling and try to master the “demotivator” - there is a more appreciative audience and more spaces for your creativity, my funny hysterical boyfriend.

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  • Smol (a guest)
    August 19, 2013 20:02

    Annie, where did you find a tantrum? Only dry facts. Or a mistake according to Freud?
    You are not self-critical. You do not want to learn to write better and brighter. Do not listen to hints. But you are straightforward, thoughtless, inert, boorish. Do you think these qualities will lead you into the realm of virtuosos of the pen?
    I specifically "subtly" hinted that the answer is not required. Have pity on your readers. Be thinner and more courteous and it will add points to your callous creations.

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  • Someone ... (a guest)
    August 20, 2013 2:06

    This is not a bad story ... I’m happy to read the sequel ... But the only thing is ... For more description ... and in general it will be super!))

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  • August 20, 2013 7:06

    Very weak text.

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  • November 6, 2013 1:08

    But the comments are interesting.

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  • August 20, 2013 9:52

    Good text)

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  • November 8, 2013 15:20

    The plot is interestingly twisted, read the sequel)

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