The arrival of the flight from Kiev announced exactly at 17:15. It was not a long flight, as in one song of the group “NeAngely” ... Kiev-Moscow ...

Another vacation. I had to urgently change the situation, for a while to stop writing novels and participate in intrigues. I do not know how for someone, but for me the most incomparable feeling was to possess someone completely, to the remainder. I had a thing and, finding myself at the Moscow airport, I took out a telephone and dialed an emergency call with the number “3”. My phone immediately began to distribute long beeps. A languid, long wait ... It seemed that I had even narrowed my eyes and already began to imagine how my nails would dig into the skin of the intended interlocutor.

“Bitch, you also make you wait,” I thought with a smile.

To meet him, I chose white. I wore varnished white shoes on a black sole, a strict skirt with a cut above the knees, a milky-colored shirt, the buttons of which were unbuttoned below the hollow, and the image ended with a wavy hat with wide brim. Lips glistened with cherry shine, and arrogant and self-confident eyes hid glasses.

“Good evening, my Lady,” you replied courteously.

“You have two minutes to find me,” I ordered, irritably, and hid the phone in my purse.

I began to look around, trying to catch you in all this gray crowd, wanting to watch your attempts to find a diamond among fakes and to avoid possible punishment. My legs were already beginning to hurt from high heels, but you still did not have. The arrow of the huge hours at the airport barely crawled around the dial: during this time I managed to scroll through my head in new scenes of our evening, where you were bound and humiliated, trampled by me.

"Found ... And half a year has not passed", - I smiled when I came across your view, penetrating me in the range of several meters.

My thing was out of breath, it felt like your heart was squeezed with all its might or it was given in the stomach How much time has passed since our last meeting ... year? One and a half? Yes, I have changed, but the fact that you were mine ... only mine remained unchanged. Your steps gained momentum, and within seconds you were beside me, stretching out your palm. In it, you kept the chain from the clip that went through the sleeve of the shirt directly to the nipple.

I rubbed your prickly chin with my fingers, knowing that at any moment I could easily slap my face, and you would not say a word to me. I can make you kneel right at the airport. Yes, no doubt, at first you will beg not to do this, remind you of the taboo and begging for another order, but in the end you give in: you will prove again that you are a rag for my shoes. Either I missed, or I just wanted to enjoy you gradually, but still the plans were different. I snatched the chain out of your palm and pulled it, watching how my thing pucker, bites my lips in pain and closes my eyes.

"Yes, like this, my sweet ..." - I thought lustfully.

I came closer to you, putting my hand under my shirt and gently moving my fingers over the vertebra. Continuing to pull the chain, I did not give you a chance to forget about the pain in the nipple. My lips clutched at the earlobe, my knee pressed against your penis. A shiver ran through my body. I immediately wanted to sit on your lips, feel your elastic member under my leg, feel your lips on your fingers. Excitement immediately flashed like a strong fire from a small spark. I was burning, suffocating from your alluring scent, from the way you writhe in pain and the response surge of endorphins in the blood.

“I missed you,” I whispered softly, and stopped owning your feelings.

With a confident gait, I was heading for a taxi, and you were hardly keeping up with me on a short leash. Pain ... she drove you in the neck better than any words.

I was hungry ... but I was not going to lay down my soul with dinner, but with the humiliation of a toy. In the taxi, I was silent, not paying any attention to you. I, as if, was driving alone, examining shop windows, billboards, architecture.

- Right here ... stop! - I commanded and began to wait until you open the door for me, politely extend your hand, enjoying the opportunity to touch my fingers.

I again took you by the chain, winding it more tightly around your hand.

“Do you remember what I told you?”

“Yes, my Lady,” you nodded.

“Give me the remote,” I ordered, and in my hands turned out to be the device with which I was going to bring you to madness.

The doors of the closed club opened. I let go of your chain, pretending that we came apart. You sat at the bar, and I was at a table in a soft, wide armchair. You had to flirt with someone this evening - right in front of my eyes to interest some girl with your charm. If you fail, I promised you the toughest punishment. I myself ordered a few cocktails, a light snack and became a good bait for single men. I was approached by rich dudes, self-satisfied daffodils, modest professors, some even brazenly took the place opposite me. But my attention was riveted on you and on your every movement. You were nice and courteous: you made compliments, slowly sipped your beer, and the barmaid in response laughed at your witty jokes. You also smiled back at her, making me feel irritated: at such moments I wrapped my fingers over the remote from the vibrator and pressed with all my strength, as if the speed of the toy depended on your lustful ass. The performance was unforgettable, you died down, tried to control myself, sometimes opened his mouth and eagerly swallowed the air, unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt. I was distracted, I stopped pressing, but I knew that you were all on edge, waiting for pleasure and torment to capture the mind again.

- Do you like to travel? - A new man asked, who sat down opposite me with a glass of brandy.

For one word “you” I was ready to erase it into powder, to kill with one glance. But he didn’t even deserve my attention, so I again transferred him to my bitch, who was having a better time than me. Fingers nervously pushed the button ... Break ... and again.

“Ah,” burst out of my lips as your body control began to drive me crazy. My panties were so wet that I wanted to take them off urgently, my heart was pounding. My hands automatically stretched down, my stomach twisted. I wanted you here and now, without sharing the pool of your eyes. Goose bumps ran across my skin, and I slightly leaned back in my chair, nibbling on my lower lip. The fire in my panties could extinguish only your lips.

I got the phone ... I typed a text message: “I want to use you as a toilet, rubbish,” and, sending a message, went to the toilet. I wanted to steal you, as if you were a toy that was taken away from me by force. And I never share my ... never. You shadow went behind me, feeling the adrenaline rush in the blood. I myself was at the limit of emotions that stupefy, exalted. Feeling behind you, like a slave who follows on his heels, was so seductive that I wanted to quickly be alone with you.

The door slammed shut as soon as you entered my booth.

“Take off my panties,” I ordered, squeezing my loose nipple with my fingers. - Damn, you would not miss a chance to stay with her?

I was so angry that I could not hold back, tugging at your shirt, tearing off buttons and scratching your neck. At the same time, your hands gently removed my linen, until you went to your knees and began to take them off with your teeth, bending down to the tile itself. I lifted one leg first, and then the other, with the toe of my shoes touching your chin. With your tongue you slowly began to climb up the leg, kissing every inch of my skin. I faded, running a hand into your hair and squeezing it tightly in my fingers ...

"Yes ... more ...", - spun in my thoughts.

When your lips went to the pussy, I was trembling all over.There was a breeze through the vertebra, it seemed that several movements were enough, and I’m smearing your lips with my juices so that you can smell my smell all day, but I froze. I pressed your head closer to me, lifted one leg to the side and relaxed, filling your mouth with golden rain.

- Every last drop, bitch, come on ...

I could not hold back the moans, my hands rested on the walls of the booth, feeling the discharge of the buzz in each of its cells. Putting the leg on the floor, I made you gently walk your tongue over my pussy and lick all the moisture.

- Put your panties in your pocket - they will still be useful to you. Let's go home, I will teach you to be diligent and obedient ...

I never had more docile toys than you, but there was another picture in your eyes: you were only one of many ... One wrong step, and our connection is broken ...

I liked to make you walk on the edge, on the blade of the knife and always go dry.

I remembered the location of the objects in your apartment by heart, knew every corner, re-enjoying your photo reports. Now, my shoes gently clatter over the floor, finally allowing you to fully capture you. Who knew then that a week is so little for the two of us ...