I sit in the chair with a glass of wine and a cigarette. Relaxation in the whole body. When you finish splashing, you walk out of the bathroom into the living room and, shaking your hips, approaching me. The stockings are already removed, the hair is already loose, the mouth is slightly swollen, the breasts are defiantly sticking out. One meter from me, you stop and unfurl your ass, showing noticeable strips from whipping. Swaying to the beat of the music, you slightly bend, squeeze the appetizing breasts, caress the nipples, lick the lips. I watch with fascination, it’s not often possible to see such a show.

Turning your back again, you bend, playfully look at me over your shoulder and slowly spread your ass with your hands. I have a stunning view of your moist vagina and the bright red ruby ​​anal plug. I am shocked, and you seem pleased with the impression. Again, you are approaching gracefully closer, and for a second I see that gaze of an inaccessible socialite again. I stretch my hand and easily grab you by the collar. The glance of scornful again became submissive and frightened. I jerk you down sharply, you almost fall, but you rest your hands on my hips, your head is buried in my groin, and you immediately understand what I want from you. The room is again filled with gurgling sounds. You are trying hard, but for now I’m too relaxed, tearing your head off your favorite toy and offering you to drink some more wine.

Sitting on my knees, you take a glass, we drink and kiss, I hug the waist and caress a beautiful boob, you start to tell me some story from your office life, I listen to and smoke half my ear. I feel good with you, and you feel good with me, we even tried to meet, but I don’t like clubs and parties, I don’t have cool cars and rich dad, I don’t take me for my glamorous boys and girls. I started to be jealous and get calls, went crazy on business trips and spied on arrival, even broke my nose to one overdressed fan, and then we decided to leave. Well, how to break up - she sent me, I sent her, left for the watch. And then we met again, drank, talked, and came to the conclusion that the best that we had was crazy sex, that she could never end up with anyone 10-20 times a night and so brightly. So, by common agreement, GAMES came into our life: she became my slut, and I forced her to change clothes or walk without underwear, walk to the vibropuli to work, sit with the anal plug in the waiting room, suck me five minutes before an important presentation, be my servant, doggy, bitch. I knew that she had other boyfriends, and had sex with them, she honestly told me all this during the executions, which became even more painful for her because of my jealousy, but still I calmed down and accepted life as I did. I liked our Games, I liked her humility, I liked sex, I liked our weekends. I didn't need anything else.

From these reflections, I was distracted by a hand slightly raising my penis. Realizing that I booted up, you decided to take us to the right path, easily descended to the floor and knelt in front of me. Your blowjob was gentle and affectionate. You licked and massaged my testicles, sucked up the head and fluttered her tongue, podrachivala palm, looked into my eyes and looked for approval of their actions. I stroked you on the head, sometimes taking away my dick to slap you in the face with them, and then again with a smack, put your head on a hard cock.

When my dick finally turned up, you decided to ride me, but your domination was not in my plans. You must not forget your place in my house - the place of a whore and bedding. With a sharp movement I tilt you down to my feet, forcing me to kiss my fingers.Your alluring ass otklyalchalsya, and I weighed a couple of sonorous slaps on it, twisted the anal plug, stuck three fingers into the squishing vagina. You moan again and moan at my feet, you drop the hole again and fuck you.

I get up from the chair and drag you by the hair into the bedroom. You mince after me on all fours, funny wagging ass. We turn to the most interesting part of our evening. By the hair I lift you from the floor, rudely kiss me on the lips and suddenly abruptly slap the face!

Your eyes immediately light up with fire, aggression and anger are in them, but your hair is on my fist and I pull it on, so you cry out from pain. Again kiss, and again slap.

- Who are you?

- I ... I am your whore, Sir ... - anger is still in the eyes, and I reward you with another slap in the face.

- Who are you?

- I'm your cunt, your hoesoska, your fucking.

I do not like the answer, and I hit again.

- Who are you?

- I am your bedding, your toy, your proshmandovka, your slut, your spermopharynx, yours, I am yours ... - you almost go to the scream, tears flowed down your cheeks again.

- You. My. Slave. - distinctly and with anger chasing words.

- I am your slave, Sir. I'm yours. Slave. - you meekly repeat. I kiss on the lips and wipe away the tears.

“Good girl.” On the bed! - I throw you on the bed, you try to get up again with cancer, but I turn around and turn over on my back. A pair of harvested cords, and here at first the bracelet of one hand, then the second are tied to the rods of the headboard. The same thing happens with the legs. You are crucified on a bed, you cannot move - a charming and exciting picture. Pussy gleams wetly with juices by candlelight, beautiful breasts rise from arousal, so I do not hold back and start covering your whole body with kisses - neck, chest, tummy, turn on your hips and, suddenly missing you pussy, go down to your feet, lick small ones little fingers. You breathe loudly and often, sigh and moan, your pussy trickles into the sheets. After so many orgasms, you are not so easy to get to the top, but just as quickly and easily start.

Having finished with your fingers, I take a prepared vibrator with a control panel and, without resistance, enter it into your free hole, put it on a light vibration, and you moan again, louder and longer.

I bring my glass, light a cigarette and sit opposite. I have nowhere to hurry. I am watching you, you are sexually biting your lips and looking at me invitingly, moaning softly and whining.

I click on the remote. Your scream sounds like music. Tighten again and press again. Uterine growl. Again. It seems you are starting to call mom. Again. Your breathing has become faster, I am no longer up to a cigarette and not about wine, I enjoy the show. A click, another click, a new cry, and then suddenly you are bent by a string, you are beating in an orgasm, chained and helpless. I press again and again, you just shout a foul language, standing in the bridge. Turn off the toy. You fall down exhausted on the bed and howl you howl. The vibropole fell out of your black hole, a fair amount of lubricant spilled behind it.

I went over and looked at you from above with a smile. You are in complete prostration, you hardly open your eyes.

- My God, what are you doing with me, brute, I thought I would die now, you fool, brute, a pervert ... - Then you realize that you are saying something is not right. - I ... I ... I almost got the picture, do you understand? I finished off the whole, do you understand?

- I'm tired of your talk and you forget. - I take your panties from the table, crumple up and stuff into your mouth. You moo and try to resist, but you are bound, you fool. I take the spatula.

- Did you forget about five blows to your pussy? - scared shake your head and mumble something to me. - I still can not hear you.

The first blow falls flat on your clit. You bulge your eyes and moan wildly.

- Okay, okay, I will not torture you like that. - And then slap already palm. You bend, moan, roll your eyes, jerk and fight in the next fast orgasm. I take out the panties from your mouth and gently ask:

- What should I say, bitch?

- Mr. Sir, s-thank you, I am your bitch, your slut, your hole, your ... - Enough! - and again thrust panties into your mouth. You are mooing again and you look at me frightened ....