I opened my eyes. The sun flooded the room with a bright light ... Reaching out, I remembered that today is Saturday, which means my Master will be here soon. I jumped off and ran into the shower, on the move came up with a lunch menu, and with horror and some enthusiasm anticipating our meeting. But only six months ago, our relationship was purely romantic! But all in order ...

Insanely beloved my husband often goes on business trips. To say that I miss without him is not to say anything: melancholy is so overwhelmed that it is the time to climb the wall. And only faithful girlfriend Lelka always helped me out on such days. And so it happened. I was delighted with her call, and she enthusiastically excitedly began to persuade me to visit a new tavern, which opened just the other day not far from my house. For me, it was something new, before we had limited ourselves with trips to theaters, a circus, and somehow spent half the day at the zoo, scampering over monkeys. Having agreed that we would only sit for a little while and then continue in my home, I quickly gathered. Lelka, who fluttered into the hallway, looked at me terribly indignant and made me wear everything new, defiantly sexy: not so long ago my husband brought me a frankly transparent black lace underwear and very thin stockings, with an intricate pattern that shimmered beautifully on my legs when walking.

Having completed all this with a long skirt with a high neckline that opened the thigh so that not only the elastic of stockings was visible, but also a part of the delicate skin above it, Lelka contentedly stepped aside to admire me. Then she grunted with displeasure, rushed headlong into my closet, looking for something there and with a triumphant cry, fished out a top that not only did not hide, but also emphasized the high breasts so that the nipples stood out on the fabric with two cherries I protested categorically and put on a thin blouse whose fabric modestly flowed down the high chest, slightly opening the hollow between the hemispheres. Lelka grimaced in disgust, but gave way, although she insisted on slippers with thin heels. I spun in front of the mirror and felt pride fill me: I looked stunningly. Here comes the husband, I will give him a beautiful strip in this outfit.

In the tavern was very nice and cozy, live music played. They sang by turns or together a boy and a girl. We found the place with difficulty, having attached two young men to the table. But what happened next and why it went wrong, I remember badly. I only remember that we met, then another danced, even sang karaoke. They drank a lot. I am not a thirsty drinker, but it was as if some kind of bar had fallen, and at some point I switched from champagne to vodka with liquor. But, surprisingly, Lelka, who never drank more than two glasses, suffered. Now, remembering this, I understand that something was poured into our drinks, or sprinkled, but then we just had fun from the heart ... I woke up at home, for some reason in the guest room, on a large sofa laid out. With difficulty losing my eyelids, I felt a severe headache that prevented me from thinking.

Everything was at the level of instinct, which prompted me, or rather demanded immediately visit the toilet and pour a minimum of a liter of some liquid. Having got up with difficulty, I found a completely naked man in a bed who was fast asleep, turning his back to me. Deciding to sort it out later, I, holding on to the walls, wandered towards the toilet, and then went to the kitchen. The rattle of the key in the keyhole made me puzzled to go out into the corridor. The door swung open ... on the threshold stood a husband with a case and a bouquet of red roses. He arrived earlier ... exactly one day. The situation as in vulgar jokes. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my image in the mirror, disheveled, with bright red lips, in one stocking ... horror gripped me. His already brown hard look as if turned black, his cheekbones set on his cheeks. Sharply pushing me away, he quickly walked into the room. I rushed after her.

Blow ... another blow. A bloody stain spread across the carpet on the floor.Having thrown the stranger out of bed, her husband beat him hard and mercilessly, preventing him from rising. I screamed and hung on his arm, now he could kill a man. Wincing in disgust, the husband slightly moved his hand and I flew off to another corner of the room, hitting my back against the battery ... but then I jumped off and rushed towards him again. A few seconds given the opportunity to climb a man. He stood, staggering, breathing heavily. Blood and a broken swollen face dripped onto his chest, dripping onto the floor. I threw myself at my husband's legs, hugging them and squeezing my eyes tightly, bursting into tears, begged me not to touch the stranger. He took advantage of this, grabbed clothes, quickly jumped out into the corridor and disappeared forever from our lives.

Next was what turned my life around forever. Raising my head by the chin, the beloved looked into my eyes, black with anger with his own, burning with malice, lust, and something else very scary. I cringed, and he suddenly spat on my face and walked quickly out of the room. Rubbed, I sat and cried softly, afraid to leave. Drawn the smell of tobacco ... My husband, who quit smoking now smoked in the kitchen! I heard footsteps ... I huddled and sat on the floor, afraid to turn around. Silence for a few seconds and a powerful, harsh voice: “Crawl to me!” I turned around and saw him in the chair with the very bouquet of roses ... and got up to go, but the voice with metal and hidden threat said: “You didn’t understand me bitch? !! I said the HANDLE! ”How to convey what was happening to me? Breaking stereotypes, consciousness, insane horror, hopelessness in a situation where pleas and tears do not help, panic fear that I’m doing something wrong now, adrenaline, splashed out in a hot wave and deprived of all the ability to think and excitement ... looking at everything slowly filled me, reinforcing the state of horror and misunderstanding of what was happening. But I obediently crawled to his feet, feeling the strongest humiliation, trying to convince myself that this is a game ... it will end soon. I crawled to my feet and stopped, not daring to raise my eyes to him.

The sharply stretched leg in the shoe almost hit me in the face: “Take off my shoes and socks!”. I humbly removed his shoes, gently pulling off his socks. The new order: “Lick it !!!” - made me lift my head in anger. And then he hit the bouquet on the bare back: “I said to lick!” The pain from the needles piercing the delicate skin tore out a cry from the chest. Again, I raised my face in tears and it became absolutely terrible: his eyes were burning with devilish fire, there was something else in them that said that I would not have mercy, a hand in the backswing with a bouquet from which the delicate petals crumbled, falling onto the carpet, soaked in blood. But most importantly ... the look fell on his pants, which were staked ... Horrified, I gripped my leg with trembling hands and clumsily began to lick my fingers, passing between them with a hot tongue, and then I sucked everyone. Then on the second leg ..

Taking me by the hair, he lifted his head and quietly, but menacingly said: "Suck it, whore!" The member was already a stake, I took hold of his hand, but he silently lifted his hips and I also silently took off my pants and pants. Not to say that the smell was absolutely disgusting, but still not fresh ... I wrinkled slightly and hesitated. Immediately, the thorns of roses dug into his back again and I hurriedly began to suck, covering him with my lips. And again shout: "Do not hurry!". I didn’t understand what was happening to me, but from each order, something inside was sweetly and painfully slowing down, the shivering gave way to goosebumps, and the lower abdomen pleasantly ached, filled with more and more excitement. I got to my knees more comfortably and began to lick the head, trying to grab it completely with my tongue, sweeping over the bridle, slightly gripping my lips and sitting on it only with my mouth, chasing the head from cheek to cheek with tongue. A familiar groan of pleasure stirred up a new wave of excitement in me, and I looked up, hoping that I was forgiven. But it was not there! His hand violently planted his head on the penis so that for the first time, for all my blowjobs, fell into my throat, blocking my breath, and with my nose I poked into the pubic hair ...

In a panic, trying to escape, but I could not. His strong hand was pushing me on this huge stake.Escaping tears, saliva, choking, occasionally inhaling the air, I swallowed a member over and over again, suffering from gagging spasms. And he ... he passionately, violently and mercilessly put me on, breathing hoarsely, sometimes with moans and calling me obscene words. And now the head swelled so that it hardly passed into the throat. I have not escaped, and the sperm, thick, rich, accumulated over the days of a business trip, hit my throat. I swallowed convulsively, but what struck me, I flowed ... from a wild hitherto unseen excitement, from such a desire that broke into swollen lips. Having finished, he forced to lick all that glass past on his legs and pushed me away, carefully considering.

I wanted to finish, before losing consciousness, I wanted it. I put my hand between my legs ... and again stopped his terrible cry, causing a new wave of desire and frenzied irritation, which I cannot do. “You will finish when I resolve,” he threw to me, watching my face, “ask me about it. Tell Mister, can I finish? ”Everything inside protested ... I proudly looked into his black eyes and again lowered my hand ... immediately a bouquet shot up into the air and the sharp spikes left marks on my chest. I screamed in fright and immediately did not hesitate to ask: “Sir, allow me to finish?” He rather sprawled in his chair and ordered me to sit up, legs wide apart, so that he could see how I would do it ... Burning with shame and arousal sat in front of him and began to masturbate the clitoris, dipping alternately fingers into a gaping to the disgusting and wet in their desire slit. He stroked a member, who again began to raise his head ... then everything was as if in a fog ... I had finished more than ever in my life, screaming and wriggling on the carpet, and then my husband put me on my knees and went smacking into the extended cave and then dipping fingers in it, he moistened the anus thickly and slowly began to insert the head. I began to cry, trying to break free, but strong hands would not let me go a millimeter until he entered all, depriving my ass of virginity ... I breathed deeply, feeling the pain go away and pleasure fills the body ... And his whisper in my ear: “What, bitch, do you like it?” With a bite of his shoulder in general he drove crazy ... I don’t remember how much and how he tugged at me later ... exactly tore, ruthlessly, offended, evil ... like an offended man ... like the male who won his right to the female. I woke up on the floor. Having difficulty rising in stockings, torn and filled with sperm mixed with my juices. Sticking to the walls, I wandered into the bathroom. The husband sat in another room and watched TV.

When I left the bath, he said, without turning his head: "I want to eat."

- Yes ... now ... just get dressed ..

- Did I really let you get dressed?

I shuddered again from this menacingly - mocking tone, feeling threatened in him if I dare to disobey ..

He took me deep into the night, where he wanted and how he wanted, punishing me for treason, not letting me finish, splashing on the buttocks, leaving red spots, pinching my nipples to pain, causing more and more bouts of desire, anger and arousal. And then he went alone to sleep on the couch, leaving: “From this day you are my slave ...” This is how my life changed. From that day on, he uses me as his own thing, whenever he wants and how he wants. However, allowing to finish, but before his eyes. He bought a lot of different devices for his fantasies. And I bought a collar with a few diamonds. Now the entire wardrobe in our bedroom is filled with fixtures, toys for our crazy games. I can not say that I do not like it. I became another ... the pleasure of my Lord - now the goal of my life ...

The key grated in the lock. Everything inside shook with anticipation ... I straightened my collar, took the stack and knelt at the door, meeting my Master ...