Oh, how sweet it is to feel humiliated, subdued, slave. The slave of my mistress. I catch drops in my mouth. The last drops of golden rain erupting from her womb on my face. They are slightly salty. A bit bitter. They are large like summer rain. They are just as warm. No, even hot. Fiery, like jets of molten metal spilling from the caster's ladle.

I admire her slender legs, which like two Eiffel towers hung over me. No, they are not direct. My lady pushed them to the maximum angle. To, God forbid, not a single drop fell on her chiseled and beautiful legs.
I admire the place from which just a few seconds ago a waterfall of molten gold fell onto my face. I want to touch it with my fingers, lips. Iron silk hair. Give a kiss. But no! Madam does not allow this. I still do not deserve it today. But I remember all the sweet sensations that I felt yesterday. Kneeling in front of her and touching her vagina with his tongue. I was on my knees completely naked in front of her and licking her there between my legs. It was so nice. My dick stood like never before. And she, sometimes thrashed me with a stack, if I did hurt or embarrassing her. I started and hurt. Then the pain passed, giving way to pleasure. This new feeling that I had not experienced before is incomparable. Pain and humiliation are so sweet.

And when I first called her my lady, and myself her slave, putting in these words a certain meaning, I realized that all my years I had lived through were worthless and a waste of time. Now I have my lady and my goal in life is to be a toy for her. An interesting toy. A toy that is created by nature to achieve its enjoyment. But enjoying it, she gives me her currents of pleasure, and I rejoice with her and share this pleasure with her in half.

She likes to scream at me, order me, punish me. Beat with a whip, stack, belt; handcuffed; tie in different poses with sticks and various attachments. And I like to endure humiliation, pain, crawling in front of her on my knees and follow any orders, no matter how wild they may seem. Every day I step over some edge, destroying my morals. Today was a special day. Yesterday she told me that she wanted to arrange a golden rain for me. This is very humiliating for me. I was at a loss. Madam did not put pressure on me this time. She gave me a day to think.
- Stepan you are my slave from the roots of the hair to the heels. You have to prove it to me or we will finish everything. I want to urinate on your naked body tomorrow. You come in the afternoon. Undress and go to the bath. I'll make you a golden rain. Try to swallow when I hit your face ...

I did not sleep half the night. There is a limit to everything. It's one thing to crawl in front of a lady on her knees to lick her shoes, and then toes and legs themselves and above ... another to be sucked from head to toe. Many husbands love to kiss the legs of their wives and do not consider this to be humiliation. But few people are able to humiliate themselves like that. Of course it was not the last stage of my humiliations. The first was the hardest, but I took it. By the end of the night I didn’t decide what to do ...

But it is morning. It was noon and I went to my mistress. Silently undressed and went to the bathroom and waited ... She was probably not ten minutes. And it seemed to me half an hour. I was very chill and was already thinking about turning on warm water, as she appeared my Goddess. She stood on the edge of the bath and immediately discharged an excellent fountain. I suspect she had to drink a lot of liquid before it and endure for a long time. This warm almost hot rain instantly warmed me. I became happy. And when the streams got into my mouth, I swallowed this slightly salty and bitter liquid and enjoyed it. I admit, if it lasted a little longer, I would probably have finished.

Then, after I had a good wash and walked into the room, a surprise was waiting for me there. Mrs. gave me a beautiful box tied with red bows. Inside was a collar with ornate inscription. On which it was written: "I am Stephen, the slave of my mistress Stanislav Vladimirovna." Of course, I immediately fastened him around my neck and fell on my knees in front of my lady, passionately kissing her legs.

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How did it happen that I became a slave to my teacher? I am probably inclined to obey. My despotic parents raised me like this. I was often punished and sitting in a dark closet I burst into tears, reveled in self-pity. Not realizing that it brought me pleasure. No, I was never physically punished. My teacher punished me for the first time. I went to her classes almost every day. But of course I did not listen and did not hear what she said to me. I admired a woman almost as old as my mother. She was exactly twice my age. I was nineteenth year old, and she recently turned thirty-seven. Stanislav Vladimirovna was a gorgeous woman. So I understood this phrase. She looked much younger than her years. About these say "All well-groomed." She had everything strictly and honed. White blouse tight-fitting body, emphasizes her breasts. Small shoulders were already wide priests, which was covered with a narrow cloth of gray or dark tones, forming a skirt just above the knees. The narrow waist created a pleasant harmony. Flesh-colored stockings or pantyhose were completed with elegant dark blue shoes with a low heel. I forgot. A necktie or a teacher's tie was tied around his neck carelessly, as in films of the last century.

The stern expression on the face of the sweet head was emphasized not by a short and not a long hairstyle. Every hair seemed to be carefully combed and laid.

Her words flew and flew from one of my ears to another. I wanted to look between her legs. See stockings or pantyhose and admire what else she is wearing. I often dropped different subjects in a pen or a textbook. Not even regretted the phone. She pretended not to notice my inclinations. That day she was without panties. I was just shocked and was under the table a little more time. She continued as if nothing had happened. I answered at random. And when she asked a question, did not know what to say. That's when it happened. She hit me on the cheek. Rude and hard on the backside.

- Bastard! - cried Stanislaus, - you do not listen to me, but only you climb under the table to peek at what I am wearing. I will punish you!

I pressed my hand to my cheek, which was burning and was at a loss. More precisely, I was crushed, broken, humiliated. She knew that it would.

- Undress! You need to be punished with rods, ”said the teacher and began to undress herself.

It did not go into any framework. Why does she undress? After all, I have to undress. I did not understand and sat motionless. Then my future lady shouted at me and I obeyed. I do not know why I obeyed. Maybe I was born that way, or maybe she put psychological pressure on me, but I undressed, neatly folding all the clothes on the chair. The lady returned from the room where she went to change clothes. She wore shorts leather panties. Leather shiny bib. Bra or bra call his tongue does not turn. In the hands were whip and stack. But the worst thing is that it was a strap-on that was attached to her waist and legs. It hung a huge artificial black dick. I was very scared. Humiliation and beatings I could have tolerated, but not to fall to that. However, my fears were in vain. Mrs. needed only unquestioning obedience. A wonderful psychologist, she knew that it would scare me.

On knees! - She ordered - I will punish you now.

I fell on my knees and she punished me. It was very painful. She did not count blows and did not stand on ceremony from the heart.So began my fall. So I became the slave of my mistress. She taught me very differently. Not his lessons, but the art of submission, humiliation, enjoyment of pain. Each lesson was a new step to the following humiliations. Soon they became sexy.

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