Based on real events.

The twilight of the room is dissipated by several candles on the shelves and a bedside table. I'm ready and I'm just waiting for you. Finally, the bathroom door opens, and you leave a completely different, transformed girl. A lioness came in - a slave came out. Stockings are left on you, but besides them there are no more clothes. Slightly damp hair is collected in the tail, the head is lowered, the cheeks are covered with a blush. A collar gleams around my neck - my birthday present to you, leather bracelets on my wrists and ankles. You all radiate humility, the palms of your hands cover the pussy and fiddle with the removed panties, the chest often rises. You are excited and excited. You stand still and wait for instructions, nothing else depends on you. I went over, looking from head to toe a beautiful body, touching the already excited nipples a little, intercepting your moan, stroking my cheek, lifting your chin and looking into my eyes - you are excited and you are afraid. You give me your soaked panties:

- Your bitch is ready, Master!

Without saying a word I introduce you to the bedroom, your eyes immediately expand with delight, a smile on your lips - we have long wanted to try the Chained Game with you. You want to jump on the spot, clapping your hands, but you are my humble Bitch and you are not allowed to.

- Well, let's start, as usual, with a spanking. How many blows did you earn this week?

- Seventy, my Lord! - I already whistled. - So much?

- I jerked off every day without your permission, Sir.

- Did the upcoming Game so excite you?

- Yes, Sir, and I remembered our last meeting, when you forced me to climb the stairs and undress, when they were caressing each floor and forced me to suck and do indecent things (topic for another story =)).

- Mmm, yes, I remember, you were so embarrassed and afraid that someone would leave the apartment and find you with a skirt and vibrator in your pussy.

You groaned from my words and rolled memories.

- It seems to me, or are you flowing again, you slut?

- Yes, Sir, your rudeness turns me on.

“Well, even though you were a bad girl, but seventy is too much for you.” I'll leave you twenty-five ... - Thank you, Sir! - you blossomed with a modest smile. - ... But I’m replacing the remaining forty with a big cork in your ass! - Oh! - the smile immediately went out. - ... And five more blows to the pussy. - You startled and again dutifully lowered her head: - Yes, my Lord, as you say. - Get cancer on the bed!

You humbly stood exactly in the middle across the big bed, legs spread wide. Yes, I was not mistaken - you all expired, the vagina glistened, even the stockings were a little soaked with your moisture. Gorgeous ass, which attracted me from our first meeting, and today I had special plans for her.

I fastened the bracelets on my wrists and ankles with carbines. There were a lot of interesting things in your gym bag - corks, whips, vibrators, rings, clothespins, clips, chains, lubricants, napkins, condoms - a huge pile of toys for our Games. We gradually bought it together and separately, but every time you brought everything with you, like a submissive bitch, and every time you flowed as you collected this bag.

You flinched when I touched the stack to your back. A piece of skin at the end stroked the shoulder blades, lower back, moving to the hips, and then to the tummy, lightly rubbed the petrified nipples, and suddenly he suddenly and whistled hit the pope.

- Ahhhhh, one! - you howled in surprise, but did not forget the rules.

Stack walks on the hips, and again with a whistle hits.

- Aaah, two!

Tickled his heel, and hit with a double force.

- Aaaaayyyyyyy, triiiii!

Hit!

- Aaahhh, four!

Hit!

- Awww, payayayayat!

You are shaking all over, your face is buried in a sheet, and it seems you are crying.I lift your head and peer into the face - yes, it is, mascara flowed from tears.

- Have you been a bad girl?

- Yes, sir...

- Do you like whipping?

- Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir!

My dick has long stood like a stone, I give it to you. With a noise you suck it in and begin to furiously sit down with your head. During the spanking, you are forbidden to use your hands, but we have a persuasion that if you force me to finish, then the spanking immediately stops, so you try your best. I enjoy your zeal. You have never managed to get me to cum from a blowjob while spanking, but your enthusiasm impresses me.

Bound hands squeeze the sheet, eyes closed. Come back, and a member with a smack comes out of her mouth. You look up with disappointment. Loyal and obedient bitch.

- Now I will put a cork in your ass.

- Mister, maybe not necessary?

- You will cross me? - the plaintive look is immediately replaced by the frightened.

- No, Sir, how do you order, I'm your bitch!

- That's the same thing.

I go around the bed and again involuntarily admire your body. I am surprisingly lucky, I would hardly have approached such a girl on the street if it were not for the accidental and truly happy event that led to a spontaneous acquaintance, and then to drunken sex on the first night. It was then that I realized what a slut fell into my hands - the girl was finishing up as a machine gun and was just insatiable. Under the mask of a socialite, the usual fucking nymphomaniac was hiding.

I choose the largest butt plug, lubricant. I do not hold back and fall to a completely wet snatch. A deep, drawn-out moan was a reward to me. I push my buttocks and lick my lips vigorously, try to penetrate the tongue deeply, caress the clit and my asshole. After just a couple of minutes of such exercises, the covered legs began to twitch, the priest jerked towards me, as if wanting to sit deeper on my tongue, moans, sobs, screams broke from my lips, my vagina throbbed and pulled more grease into my mouth. I knew that you could stop without stopping if you were constantly warmed up, but then you became lethargic and insane, and this was not part of my plans. Therefore, with a little regret, I had to break away from the delicacy and begin preparing your priests for a meeting with the cork.

The orgasm came at an opportune moment - you were relaxed and trusting. I gently stroked your buttocks, gently smearing your little hole. Anal sex and you loved and did not love at the same time. She loved the sensation of objects in her second hole, she loved vibrators and ribbed toys, she loved double penetration with her fingers or with a member. But directly a member refused me because of the rather large size and lack of preparation. And although one day you wore a cork for almost two days in a row before our game, and that time I fucked you only anally, and even achieved many bright orgasms, still after the game you could barely sit and walk, and regularly refused in further encroachments. I was not too upset, but today I had firm plans to fuck you there again.

Finally, there was enough lubrication, and instead of two fingers, three quietly enter, and I try to attach the tip of the toy. You whimper, but do not resist. A slight pressure, a little stronger, a third is already in you, you are already groaning, pushing further, you start crying out in pain. I pity you and take out the toy, apply some more grease, pull the clit.

“Relax, bitch, you know you deserved it, and you were a bad girl.”

- Yes, Sir, I try.

- Or maybe you want your forty blows back? - lightly, but weighily weigh slaps on the buttock. Hole ass is compressed, squeezing grease.

- No, Sir, I agree to the cork.

- Then be patient!

You eat a sheet and squeeze fists. I take a cork completely slippery from the lubricant and once again put it in the hole.

- Relax! - I rudely and sharply slap on the ass, The bitch shudders, and at the same second I push the cork in her ass almost completely with a strong movement.Almost - because I'm waiting ...