- Hush, everything is already, - Oleg straightened her hair, passed through his fingers. Silk - you are clever.

Marina sank to the floor as far as the handcuffs allowed, breathing heavily.

- Now everything depends on you. You will be obedient - I will not beat you anymore.

He raised her to his knees in order to more conveniently get to the zipper on the skirt, and pulled her off without any problems, just as he had expected. Instead of tights on Marina there were stockings, but without a belt, but Oleg still liked it terribly. He slightly hooked his fingers to the edge of the stocking:

“Have you been wearing stockings all this time?” While working for me?

“Yes,” she growled, pressing her legs. The girl drove her head, trying to focus on the ear.

- Yes - what?

“Yes ... sir," she added reluctantly.

- Well ... perhaps, for this surprise, you deserve a reward.

He went to the refrigerator, mixed vodka and juice in a tall glass cup, and returned to Marina, who was sitting on the floor.

- Drink, - Oleg touched her lips with the edge of a glass. Marina turned away.

- Drink, don't be angry with me. There is nothing wrong, the glass is clean. You will have to learn to believe me.

Most likely, she was convinced by the reminder that he might be angry. Oleg again raised the glass to her lips, held the back of his head. Marina obediently drank, it seems, without even noticing the bitterness of vodka.

- That's good. Halt, we will undress further.

- Not! - she was frightened, squeezed her legs. Lace panties practically did not hide anything, and could not be protected from anything, but it was important for him to teach her to obey.

- Then turn your back. Apparently, you still little.

- Please do not...

- I do not offer. And for having forgotten the appeal, a dozen more - he pulled her to her feet, turned his back and pulled the hair from his back. Rolled panties so that they hide between the buttocks, and do not interfere.

At this time, Oleg hit the pope and quite strongly, his patience was not infinite. Marina screamed.

- Zero.

- One!

- You can start counting with the following.

This time she screamed, almost not trying to stand silently, and felt quickly. After the twentieth stroke, Oleg squeezed her red and hot buttock in his hand:

- Remove, or ten more?

- We remove, - it seems to have dawned on her that the only thing that she can influence on is to agree, so that it does not hurt. Oleg squeezed his hand.

- Mister! She cried.

- What?

- Sorry, I forgot, sir!

“And what did you want to tell me?” - he did not let go, encouraging her to speak faster.

- Take off my panties ... sir, - now it seemed to him that she was beginning to yield.

- Somehow impolitely asking. I can be offended.

“Please take off my panties, my lord ...”

“Okay, persuaded,” he grinned, pulling off her panties. The whole body of the girl was tense, and she terribly wanted to squeeze her legs, but she did not dare.

Oleg undid the handcuffs to remove his blouse completely. Feeling free, Marina tried to push him away and cling to her clothes, had to twist her, press her to the floor, and hit the belt on the buttocks, only a couple of times, but very hard, as he had not yet beat. Marina screamed. (Erotic stories for every taste) When he released her, she remained lying down, breathing heavily, gently touched the bum.

- Did you really hope to escape? Repeat everything from the beginning?

- Do not, sir ... please.

- How can I believe you? I will leave for a minute, and you will still do something. Okay now, and someday you can and hurt yourself.

She looked up, hearing about "someday." Apparently, she expected that he would quickly play, and throw.

- Do you want to prove to me that the obedient - get naked and put your hands behind your back.

She obeyed, got up, got out of the rolled-up blouse, dropped her bra. Her body was young and elastic, her skin was soft and even, but under her muscles. Probably engaged in sports.

- Hands, I said.

Biting her lip, Marina stopped covering her breasts with her hands, and brought them down behind her back.Oleg leisurely tied her wrists, letting her fully feel that she herself was given into his power.

- Let's go, - he took her by the shoulder, and sent her to the chair. Not seeing where she was going, she tried to find the floor with her foot, but he pushed her. She must trust, if he says go - you just have to go.

In front of the chair, he lowered her to his knees and made him lie down on his stomach. Buttocks very seductively bulging. Oleg stroked their hand, touched the genital lips - a little wet. Marina twitched, but said nothing. His fingers slid inside her body, and it immediately tightened.

- Do you like?

After a hitch — she was probably mentally cursed — she answered “yes” in such a tone that it was simply impossible to believe.

Continuing to caress her inside, he gently massaged the clitoris.

- And so?

- Yes.

- What "yes?

- Sir.

“Marina,” he took out his fingers and ran a belt over her back.

- What is Marina? How can I like? - she could not stand it - and is it not clear that, lord, you are only until I get free!

Oleg chuckled.

- Have you ever been told that your tongue is your enemy? Have you ever had anal sex?

- Not! You are welcome! Forgive me, sir!

- Hush, do not twitch so ... How long will you still think that you can slander me, then apologize, and everything will cost? School is over, baby. Lie still.

He brought the bag.

- It's not so scary. While I insert a special cork to stretch your ass a little, and then we'll see how you behave. Relax.

To relax with her, of course, did not work, I had to climb by force. Her inexperience even aroused. And in general from the exposed defenseless ass, from her groans, he was already very excited.

And decided to make a little joke.

- Lie still. You will move - I will pull out the belt again. Clear?

- Yes, sir.

He went to the bathroom for toothpaste. With a vigorous menthol, after it, he rinsed his mouth for a long time. She should like ...

Marina waited, fidgeting over the chair. Apparently, the cork still hurt.

Oleg squeezed the paste, and began to lubricate her labia, every fold, skin around, looking a little inside, around the stretched anus.

- What is it? - Marina tried to turn around - what ... are you doing, lord?

- Now you understand. Wait a couple of minutes.

Not one, as Marina twitched more.

- It burns!

- I didn't ask you. And it does not burn, but it cools.

She could not calm down, quietly muttered. The action of the toothpaste will only increase.

- Want me to pull out the cork?

Perhaps he got a little hot with the size ...

- Yes, sir.

- Then you have to cajole me.

- How?

- Mouth.

She fell silent.

- I don’t hurry you, if you like a cork, you can leave it there. Or do you like it? Then maybe I'll pull her out and have sex?

- Do not...

- Do not pull out?

- Pull out, and ... I choose by mouth.

A member of Oleg has long been standing in his pants with a stake, but it sounded completely without enthusiasm.

- What does “choose” mean? I choose here.

- Sorry, sir. Please let me ... take your cock in your mouth.

“And you have a really good memory.” Okay, get off the chair.

He heard her crush the words. Surely her former did not offer anything like that ...

Oleg put her on his knees. Blindfolded, she poked while she fumbled his cock.

“Hide your teeth,” Oleg said immediately, “put your lips on them.” And work the language more, I like it. If I do not like it, you will study while sitting.

She realized what he meant - to sit on the cork, and put all the effort. Everything experienced today, stretched anus, burning labia - all this erased the extra shyness, and Marina tried very hard, caressing his member with her tongue, sliding her lips over her, trying to clasp her tightly. Soon, Oleg began to direct it, accelerating the pace, and in the end he moved more himself. He felt that Marina had difficulty breathing, but she managed, did not start to break out.

Taking a breath and letting out her breath, he asked:

- Well, do you want to wash off the paste?

- Pasta?

- And you thought what I smeared you with? Just toothpaste. So how do you go in the shower?

“Yes, please,” that was the first thing she sincerely agreed with today.

- Okay.Turn around and bend over. Do not be afraid, I'll pull out the cork. And then, while she is there, I'm just ready to fuck you in the ass. But if you behave yourself, postpone it for later.

Marina almost without effort managed to force herself to once again stand in a humiliating position. Pulling out the cork and hearing a sigh of relief, Oleg untied his hands.

- Remember, one more stupidity, and I’ll definitely expel you so that you cannot sit for a week.

“I won't ... lord,” she stretched her stiff hands. To the mask did not touch.

Oleg forced her to give up, and go exactly according to his commands. And so she felt the bath.

- Get up in the bath on all fours. Back to the tap.

He poured it out of the shower, washing off the sweat with his hand, stroking his stomach, breasts, caressed his nipples again, penetrated his fingers between the genital lips, washing off the paste. Marina only snuffled. Oleg hung a shower on a hook on the wall, freeing his hands, stroking one of her slender body, another gradually moving inside, sometimes slipping out to slightly press on the clitoris. Marina arched her back, framing herself under his arm.

Suddenly, Oleg removed his hands, turned off the shower.

- Okay. In the last five minutes, you have not been angry, just a record, so that while you can be free. Then we continue.

- free? - she reached for the mask, but somehow uncertainly.

- If you want to. Well? - he waited until she sat down. I do not like to stand on all fours.

- Or do you want something else?

He perfectly saw how tense her chest was, how wet it was between her legs. After all the pain, all the tension, she needs relaxation, pleasure. Was she enough to accept her position to ask?

“I want to have sex,” said Marina, barely audible and unintelligible.

- I can not hear.

- I want you. You are welcome.

- Go here.

He gave her a hand helping her out of the bath. So much effort, it's a shame to finish everything in the emergency room. He led her into the bedroom, feeling how tightly her fingers were holding his hand. There he took off his mask.

Marina narrowed her eyes, getting used to the light, and stared at his face, re-introducing herself to the one who made her admit that she was weak and defeated. Oleg smiled: witch eyes caught his every movement.

- It will not change anything. You will still remain lower, you will obey, and I will punish you if I do not like something.

- Well ... sir.

No, you need to do something with these pauses. The nature of her remained the same, and it is terrible to think about how she will build all the others - the lower, the lower he puts it. But this later. Now he bent down, kissing her on the lips, on the neck, and she clutched at the buttons of his shirt with her fingers, tearing off a couple.