After the events that happened to me about a month has passed. At first, I was afraid that Victoria would find me in order to get revenge. She obviously had enough money for that. I recalled the incident with me with an ambivalent feeling: on the one hand, I was kidnapped by a crazy woman who likes to dominate the peasants; she raped me with her hefty strap-on, made him suck, pushed him down my throat (it’s impossible to forget those nasty sensations); on the other hand, I fucked her back: “slightly” cleared her neck. And in the ass peeled off weakly. Oh, how I remember what she had a tight, narrow ass - a member gets up in seconds!

Recently, I began to notice that I was getting up, even on the memories of the first part of our meeting with Vika. Hmm ... Yes, and fuck in your mouth! Let him get up! The main thing that excites me more is what happened during the second part of my communication with Victoria, which means I will not become one of those effeminate men who are dragged away from the fact that they are humiliated by a woman (in particular: fuck with a strap-on). This makes no sense! Why am I even worried ?! Hammer, Vlad, just hammer! Just concentrate on those memories when - YOU, not YOU!

How cool it was to rape her in the mouth, ass, pussy. How nice it was to feel her fear, and absolute submission. Oh! This feeling of power! Feeling that you are Master, Master! Full control of the situation! The realization that you can do with it everything that you see fit. This sweet feeling of accomplished revenge, restored justice - how pleasant it is to end up under these feelings - words cannot convey! How cool it was to finish her right in the throat without giving the opportunity to spit out my sperm. No, no: not deep in the mouth, but directly into the very throat - when your prick can be said to have invaded the digestive system of the whore, and the sperm flows directly into the stomach.

All this is so exciting that it becomes scary: “What if ordinary sex, even if it is passionate or hard, will not bring me pleasure ?! What if now, in order to experience true pleasure from sex, I will need to rape someone ?! Yes, her! Nonsense ... rapist then I certainly will not! There wasn’t enough to be in zones. Perhaps you just need to find a woman who loves such sex and everything will be "good." Tomorrow is Friday. Here I will go to the club and take off some nymphet-candy to test my theory “whether you need to force Vladislav a girl to get pleasure.” Or maybe I'm lucky and pick up some pervert who would not mind, so I forced her to swallow my bolt deeper? Wait and see!

Damn, you have to go to bed already - tomorrow at work! Just quickly distort, in order to give yourself the opportunity to fall asleep, and then after such thoughts, hell you fall asleep until you give yourself a discharge.

As usual, the alarm clock rang at 6:30 am. I nicked my eyes. Under the blanket was a hard riser. My first thought: “Fuck, again! You have to fuck somebody already, otherwise these risers will fuck me! ”But then, as if from a distance, fragments of sleep began to flash in my head - which was the culprit of my iron riser. Like a true lover of introspection and self-development, just for such cases, I always have a pen and a notebook on my nightstand beside the bed to record my dreams. I need this to analyze my subconscious, because as you know: the brain “goes off” and rests during sleep, and all images and projections arise from the subconscious. Only here, the main thing: right after waking up, not to release these very images, but to describe them in as much detail as possible on paper. Therefore, after waking up, without sudden movements I turned on the lamp and began to write down everything I dreamed of.Recovering all the information available to me took me about an hour. For about an hour, I intensely reproduced the images in my head and carefully transferred them to paper.

Washed. I had breakfast. It is still too early to go to work (I like to get up early so that time will have a rest before work), so I decided to bring my notes to chronology. In other words, I simply decided to make from the confusion that I had “written”, a holistic and adequate text. And that's what happened to me ...

It all started with the fact that I was in a large and spacious, completely white room. Rather, the room was not so big, but endless. Then it turns out that this is not a room at all - just space. So, okay, figured out: the circle was white, infinite space. Behind me stood a small leather sofa, a couple of chairs stood in front of the sofa - in front of me. And there was still ... Palma with bananas! And, here, fuck, palm, with their mother, bananas. Well, okay - it's a dream. I look around and have a vague feeling: somewhere between fear and anticipation. This feeling was not pleasant, but it was not unpleasant either - it just was and I did not know how to treat it. Almost immediately, I noticed a black spot in the distance, on a white background, it was very clearly visible. The spot was getting bigger and bigger, it was moving at an incredible speed in my direction. I was gripped by wild horror, my hocks were shaken, my hands and feet were numb. I remember thinking then: "That's all ...". I closed my eyes. I was really scared. Usually in such cases, people wake up (when they fall, for example), but for some reason I still remained in the realm of Morpheus.

With his eyes closed, I stood for what seemed like an infinitely long time, after which I heard a female voice ... It was a voice ... Victoria!

- Open your eyes, sweet! - Vika told me in a tone that does not tolerate objections.

A new wave of fear washed over me - my legs began to shake. Vika laughed at the laughter of the “best cliche” female villains, such as the Snow Queen, etc. I slowly began to open my eyes, at first I opened a narrow line of sight, squinting. When I saw that Victoria was between her legs, I was stunned - my eyes were sharply rounded to the maximum possible state from this terrible sight. Between her legs hung a swamp-green color, a thick and huge strapon, at length reaching her knees. But it was not the magnitude of this strap-on that scared me - it scared me that it was ... He was alive! He was throbbing! The texture was similar to human skin, despite being green! On it were visible thick veins, through which some strange, thick, blood-like fluid pulsed.

Victoria was wearing soft leather pants that covered her elastic, slender thighs; she wore sexy red high-heeled shoes; a huge chest was covered in a black T-shirt; in her hands Vika was holding a black and red whip. “This time, her breasts somehow look bigger. I would even say, like some good porn actress, ”I thought then. Victoria's eyes burned with anticipation and excitement, this was confirmed by her lips, which were painted with red lipstick, which she had time to time, bit by bit, in turn. When I looked straight into her eyes, Vika bit her lower lip, slightly moved her chin forward and up, and rolled her eyes for a couple of seconds.

- Well! Now my girl will be punished - Victoria said loudly, and with a confident, even aggressive step, she moved in my direction.

“Is this really going to happen to me AGAIN?!” I thought and shouted.

- Noo! I do not want! - I shouted and covered my hands from Victoria. And she stopped! She froze, her face continued to give an evil grin, but her eyes betrayed a note of fear in her. Vika tried to continue moving in my direction, but she did not leave. She just could not budge! Her legs felt like invisible fetters.

One unusual conjecture flashed through my head: “What if she cannot disobey me? Rather, not even she, but her body? ”- and I decided to check out this very guess.

- Raise your hands! - I ordered, and her hands immediately obeyed. The grin began to crawl from her beautiful face. I was overwhelmed with feelings of joy, excitement and power. Wow! I can control her! Hooray!

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