For two weeks now, 21-year-old Masha has been in slavery by the Caucasian Master Ahmed. He did everything he wanted with her. He could incline her to absolutely everything. Today he intended to make fun of her in public. He ordered his slave to wear the most challenging outfit. The highest heels, bright red lipstick, to collect hair and fasten a collar on a neck. Masha had to buy it all herself. Since the Master does not have to spend money on his slave, but simply enjoy the power. Masha agreed to this a long time ago. Even when I bought my new tablet for my master on the second day. Since then, she has already made 5 gifts. And also paid all the expenses of his Master. How lucky is Masha with her parents, who were provided, so much so that Masha was able to provide her Boss with absolutely everything. And today, just Masha, on 15-centimeter heels (on which it was inconvenient even to walk), rode towards the restaurant, where Master Ahmed was waiting for her. He had already called her an hour ago and ordered her to come and pay the bill at the restaurant where he was sitting with his friends.

“Mr. Ahmed probably conceived all this early in the morning,” thought Masha, when He called her and told her to dress like this and sit waiting for the call. And here is another call:

- Sir, I have almost reached it.

- You're late. I will punish you if you do not have time for three minutes.

Masha knew that He specifically gave her a little time so that she did not have time. But she also knew that even if she had time, she would still be punished. Masha loved her Master and would do everything for his happiness. She also loved when He punished her. Hard punished. But she stumbled at the entrance to the restaurant and broke one heel. A guy ran up to her and offered help. Masha looked at him, the guy was terribly beautiful. Blue-eyed and with a beautiful smile. She barely smiled at him herself, but immediately remembering that the Lord was waiting for her, she got up and headed for the entrance to the restaurant.

- My name is Vadim, and you? - I heard the voice of the boy behind her.
But Masha did not answer the handsome. She knew the rule. She is allowed to communicate only with those guys with whom her Master will allow to communicate. And such a guy was still alone. Madly in love with Masha - childhood friend Andrew. But about him a little later ... In the meantime ...

Masha entered the restaurant. She was holding broken shoes and was barefoot at the entrance. Looking back, she saw her Lord. All sweaty from running, she rushed to him. Reaching, she immediately fell to her knees and started kissing his right hand ... That's exactly what Mr. ordered her to do when he called back an hour ago.

“Ugh ...” Mr. Ahmed reacted exactly this way (and that’s how he planned to do it). Pulling his hand off, he took a wet napkin and wiped the part of his hand where sweaty Masha had just kissed him. - Pay the bill and then go to me! - He ordered. Today at home I will introduce you to my friends, - he circled the hands of four Caucasians ... - And yet ... you are late and you will be punished! Tougher than before !!

- Good. Lord

Mr. Ahmed extended his open hand to Masha:

- We will take a taxi.
Masha took the money out of her little purse and handed it to the Boss.

“Waiter,” Mr. Ahmed shouted, hiding the money in his pocket. - This girl will pay our bill.

They got up and headed for the exit from the restaurant. Almost all the people sitting in it stared dumbfounded at the young blonde sitting on her lap. A waiter approached Masha and handed a check. Sweat dripped from her neck in big drops, which made her even more vulgar and dirty whore. Masha quietly, without superfluous words, took the check in her hands. A tidy sum was drawn in it. But Masha was ready for this, because it was not the first time. Without hesitation, she took out her father's payment card from her bag and handed it to the waiter.

Two hours later, Masha was already getting out of a taxi near the apartment of her Master.She paid the fare and moved across the yard to the building. She walked barefoot, holding her shoes in her right hand. She was still sweating. On a summer day under the sun and in anticipation of new humiliations, she sweated even more. But she wanted this. She wanted to be humiliated. Down to the bottom. She always wanted to find someone who could break her and make her an obedient slave. And so she found Him. And for two months she unquestioningly fulfilled all His desires and whims. She desired to be His thing at the moment when she first saw Him. And now He used it. In the literal sense of the word.

Masha entered the building. In her left hand she held the bag. Soon after the Boss left the restaurant, He called her and ordered her to buy vodka and condoms, adding that the condoms are needed because His friends disdain to poke their unprotected member in the holes of such a dirty girl like Masha.

She climbed to the floor and rang the doorbell. A few minutes later the door opened. The owner stood before her like GOD. Masha almost fainted, but not from fatigue (although she was already physically barely able to stand.) And not from the sultry heat, and not from the sweaty drops that were already streaming down her head and down her entire body, she was a little it was not fainted by the Divine sight of its Lord. Ahmed pointed down. And only now Masha realized that she was doing an unforgivable thing, standing on its feet in front of her Master. And then, waking up, she sat down on her knees. She still held broken shoes in one hand and a bag of vodka and condoms in the other.

“Crawl in,” said Ahmed coldly, and moved into the living room. Masha followed him, crawling on all fours. Once in the living room, she saw those four guys she had seen in a restaurant a few hours earlier. The owner indicated Masha center of the room:

“Sit on your knees in the center of the room,” Mr. Ahmed ordered with a Divine Caucasian Accent. Masha obeyed. After a couple of seconds, she was surrounded by five young men. Mr. Ahmed took the bag and shoes from her. He put them on the sofa, and turning to Masha began:

- Today, I will spend the first time training with you. You must be a trained bitch. You understood?

- Yes, the Lord understood.

- So, let's begin. - I want you to strip naked.

Masha obeyed, having undressed, she again located in the center of the circle sitting on her lap.

- I want you to start masturbating yourself.

Masha gently touched her wet pussy.

- Terebi her girl !!

Masha obeyed. Excitement rolled on the girl.

- You must understand that you are nothing. And that is why you are my thing. You understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Repeat after me!!

- I am a nonentity and therefore I am your thing, my Lord.

“You will also please all my friends.” You understood?

- Yes, sir. I pledge to appease all your friends.

- You must understand that you are none other than an animal for us. Do you understand?

- I am only an animal for you, Sir. I understand.

“Then who is your father?”

Masha hesitated ...:

“Livejournal ... Animal,” she mumbled.

And a company of five burst into laughter. They mocked Masha, who did not stop teasing her pussy. Seeing this laugh, she felt even more excited and began to pull her crotch even more, which was already squishing.
And then Ahmed, abruptly interrupting his laughter, spat Masha in the face. Masha felt even more pleasure ... She closed her eyes and began to moan ... Then Mr. Ahmed grabbed her hair and spat in the face for the second time now more relish.

“Open your mouth,” He said.

Masha obeyed. The third spit fell into her mouth.

- Yeah ... oooooh, - Masha moaned ..

- I'm sorry, what? Did not hear. Do you want to say thank you and ask for more?

- Yes, sir. Thanks for doing this with me. I beg you ... continue.

- Open your mouth. Wider !!

Masha opened her mouth as wide as she could. She longed to continue, which was supposed to be even more depraved ....