This is a completely real story about one of my meetings with a young, inquisitive and courageous girl. Sketch of my feelings and memories.

For a start, a few words about how we have decided to meet with her. This was only our third meeting. It all started in a very interesting way. Although the meeting was not the first, but she had never seen me. No photos, no videos, or, especially, in life. At the meeting, she always has a blindfold. This not only does not bother us in any way, but only adds its own unique degree to our sensations.

Until now, I am pleasantly surprised at her understanding of the fact that there is no need to hurry to remove the mask ... such sensations can only be now ... after we open the cards, that exciting and intriguing aura will not be anymore. So, we are accustomed to, that she hears and acutely feels me.

I am writing her a sms, standing at her door. Then I dial the numbers on the intercom. I do not say a word, however, like her. We do not need them now. The click of the opening door, I enter the ground floor, I enter the apartment through the unlocked door. She is not in the hallway, because according to my order and our agreement, she is already waiting for me with a blindfold in the main room. I do not hurry, a pleasant wave slowly spreads over the body. And I, and she now anticipates ... sweet moments.

Before each meeting, I decide what she will wear and think of how she will meet me this time. And entering the room, I already know that I will see, but this is no less pleasant for me to admire this young slim girl, so confidingly and meekly kneeling in front of the bed. Her chest is lying on the bed ... If one hand were not lost between her legs, then I would say that she practically stands on all fours. I like her look ... she has stockings, a belt for them, tight panties and a bust, everything is white. This outfit sits perfectly on her and underlines her figure. Silence hangs in the air ... ringing ... it seems that you hear heartbeats, however, you cannot understand exactly who. The fingers of her hand slowly slide over the panties between her legs. It was my wish, and so was hers. I stop behind her, admiring the picture. “Hello, Boss,” she says, sensing my presence, but does not move. My hands fall on her ass ... I like to feel her tremulous warm skin. She inhaled sharply in response, but she resignedly to stand in this humiliating and submissive pose, giving me the opportunity to enjoy her body.

I stroke her, she slightly shakes her hips. Soon I move the narrow strip of panties to the side and see the “precious stone” of her metal cork, which I presented to her at the last meeting. She is showing her successes with readiness and pleasure. From the last meeting she learned how to easily enter this toy into herself and feels not only comfortable with it, but also pleasantly excited. Fingers slightly to hook her, forcing the pressure on the inner tube of her anal to be pressed harder. The girl tolerates ... tolerates this pleasure and does not publish a word. I spread aside the pink petals of her smooth-shaved cunt. They gleam in the pleasant gloom of the room. The girl is more and more excited and I am pleased with it.

Sha meeting continues. I sit down in a comfortable chair and order the girl to stand up and turn to me.

- I see that you enjoy your role. I'm right?! - I ask her.

- Yes ... - I hear her short and slightly uncertain answer.

“Have you forgotten what I taught you, whore?” Or do you beg for punishment? - my voice is getting harsher.

- No, Master! Sorry, Master! She says hastily.

I inflame her inner sexuality with phrases about what a submissive and vicious girl she is, about how I like to see how she carries out my orders, about how she is able to get a good eye with filled holes. I notice her cheeks begin to burn.This is the most pleasant mixture - shame and pleasure, and now this lovely girl is filled with it.

Next comes the order to kneel down and unzip my jeans. The girl obeys. I wondered if the traffic jam caused her discomfort from the movements, in response she was only more embarrassed, but said that she only liked it more in motion. I rather smile at her, even if she doesn't see it.

The clothes are pulled down and my blood-filled organ appears in the mask right in front of my face. She feels him very close ... she feels his warmth, his smell, but she does not dare touch the desired object.

“Now you can greet me like a slut should do,” I whisper to her, and almost instantly she attacks like a hungry beast.

Her hot lips and slippery tongue envelop my flesh ... as if sharply diving into a hot spring. I squeeze her hair in a fist and pull it off from the member.

- No, bitch. Today I need more tender, I want to feel your care - I inspire her.

- I understood, Boss, - I hear the answer of the girl.

I calmly sink back into the chair. I am very pleased to feel her lips, gently caressing the skin, her agile tongue, which slides all over the penis from heavy eggs to crimson head. I even close my eyes and allow myself to relax. Physically I feel how much she tries to please me and she does it. She even rubs her cheek against the inner side of her thighs, when my legs lay on the armrests of the chair ... The girl does not stop and now she is trying to absorb the eggs that are swollen from sperm into her little mouth. It does not work for her, but I enjoy watching this process. I praise her for diligence and she is happy.

“Are you ready now, girl?” I ask her.

“Yes, Master!” She replies readily.

It should be mentioned that at the last meeting we had a conversation with her. I after all should not simply use the girl, I first of all, should teach her, show this new world for her. And this time I told her about the rimming. She was surprised. I once heard of such caresses ... not to say that she considers them to be somehow dirty, but somehow this is all ... well, in general, she doesn’t know how to treat this. Instead of objections and teachings, I simply ordered her to lie down on her stomach and lay a pillow in the pelvic region. She hesitated a little, even seemed to shiver a little, but did not dare to object ... or she simply wanted to. And the next moment, she felt like I caress her in this new and shameful way. So, by my example, I destroyed her doubts and showed what such kindness can give. Today it’s her turn ... especially since in the correspondence she decided that she wanted to give me a pleasure at the meeting ... she was really worried that she didn’t know how to do it right.

Now, almost lying in a cross on my back, I feel uneven breathing on my skin. The girl's eyes are closed and she does not know how to begin. She gently kisses me, but the kiss falls on the buttock. Without giving her time to think, I say: "It seems the whore needs help." Again, I take her by her hair, which was wrinkled after the previous fold, and just press her face between my legs. She moos! But not from indignation ... she wildly liked the fact that I did not feel sorry for her. That he took advantage of her as a thing and rudely enjoyed her humiliation. Hot and slippery tongue whores began to actively caress me. It makes no sense to describe the pleasure when a beautiful girl with might and main tries to give you the most tender and perverted caresses. One can only say that in a short time I allowed myself several times to close my eyes and not control the process. For me, this show a great pleasure.

After her first successful attempts in the new field for her, I order her to stop and sit on her knees on the floor. I ask her in a rude manner about what she was doing and how she liked it. She again a little embarrassed, but it is clear that it is very brought her. I remain pleased with the result.

Then I order her to pull off her panties and wait for me. She all meekly performs.I return to the room with my “paddle” (leather device for whipping, which resembles 3 pieces of a belt of different long stacked on top of each other). Slut can't see it, but somewhat ...