I am a slave. Yes, and I understand what I'm talking about. I love submission and perfectly aware of my hunt. This note, called "slave", flowed in me since childhood. I clearly knew that something was missing, some zest, submission. Always looking for someone whom I can serve faithfully and without question. Nobody punished me, and when my parents were blocked from hitting me, my legs gave way ... but nobody touched me. When I was 16 years old, I clearly understood what I wanted, and waited for the very moment when I would become someone’s thing, someone’s muse, someone’s flash of relaxation ... I was 19 years old when my parents first did what I I liked it - they gave me to marry a rich, powerful man. Elite area of ​​the city Lust ... yes ... it is beyond words! Here, every corner is fucked, filth and passion are boiling here 24 on 7. It is in this area that there is a division for the main and secondary, lord and thing, the master and his doll ... here it is ... my dream. Here it is not only money that decides, but also the rich nature of a person, because a person who has the power over not only firms, business or, in general, money, can without question have power over people like me. It is here, exactly the house that dreams to get every purse of our city. Here is my dream ... Hmm ... As for love. I love my master, my dominant, my husband. I lived with him for 7 years, I love him very much, I would forever remain his thing, but ...

- Alexandra, do you hear what I'm telling you?

Sasha slowly turned her head away from the tinted Lincoln window, a black one of the most expensive limousines of this brand. Putting her hands on her knees, she looked into her husband's eyes. Her smile slowly and gracefully showed all the attentiveness and readiness to serve.

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- Alexandra, - the 28-year-old husband insistently asked her, - are you sure that you are ready for this?

- Yes, master. I am sure about it.

“I can take you with me, I don’t know exactly how long you will have to live in this kennel ... Think again, you can fly with me,” while waiting for an answer, the rich man threw his hand behind the back of the leather backseat.

Alexandra just smiled deadly. In general, Sasha, from the age of 16, showed no emotion. Parents thought that this threshold would be until the end of life, but, as it turned out, Alexandra was enlivened when she joined her favorite topic.

- Darling, I'm not joking! This house is a bunch of garbage! - in a panic he began to shout. - Well, if you wish so ... if I lie down, then I will take you from there. You understand me?

Sasha did not say anything. She silently gently began to kiss her husband. Her kiss slowly crept over his unshaven cheek, and as she reached her throat she slowly began to lick his neck.

- I fully understand what I am talking about, and all my wishes accumulated since childhood will be fulfilled exactly there ... I must get there, my Lord.

His hands reached out to her neck.

- Well. This is your choice. Note, as soon as you get out of the car - I am no longer your Sir.

His hands touched the golden pendant-lock that held the golden metal collar of the heroine. This collar he gave her immediately after the wedding, as a sign of faithful and long service to their joint happy life. But now his hands unbuttoned this precious gift, and, throwing off her black, coal-like hair, removed both the lock and the collar itself.

- I feel empty without him ...

- Nothing, soon you will have another owner.

- Do not worry, my dear, you are my favorite gentleman.

His hand slowly slid down Alexandra’s leg. Touching every microhole on her white stockings, he put a maximum of tenderness and love into his touch. Sasha's eyes closed and she began to moan slowly but loudly.Feeling the heat in the car, even the driver of this limousine was very tense, sweat began to show on his face. Meanwhile, Sasha's husband climbed into her pants and began massaging her clitoris, from which, Sasha broke through a wave of moans.

- No, that will not do. Take them off!

Observing the order, Alexandra lifted her legs and took off her white lace panties, and, as was ordered, put them in her palm to her patron.

“Excellent,” he continued, “and now, I’ll finish the job.”

His fingers stuffed Sasha's panties into her mouth, not allowing her to make any sounds. Already without ceremony, his fingers went down under the skirt and boldly penetrated Sasha Vagina. And the one without the emotional hot brunette had bright emotions of pleasure. Her hand did not control her actions, Sasha did not think that with her hand she first ironed the jacket of her husband, and then completely grabbed it. Sasha's brown eyes rose and began to look into the eyes of their Lord. This lively look showed that she was ready to finish at any second, just to hear his order ...

“Khm-khm,” the driver interrupted the newlyweds, “Sir, we arrived.”

“Thank you, Lev,” the rich man confusedly answered his driver. He slowly pulled panties from the mouth of his wife. And holding them in his hand he kissed her one last time. Before starting his phrase “goodbye,” he put his wet finger in her mouth, which Sasha, with pleasure, had extorted.

- Take care of yourself. If this happens, I will take you away from here, I promise ... Oh, what am I carrying ... Be happy!

Sasha kissed him again, and they smiled at each other. The door of the limousine opened, illuminating its cabin with bright sunshine. Alexander said nothing at parting out of the cabin. The rich man sat and pulled her panties in his hands. Tears dimmed his eyes. He just lost his beloved, his treasure. After all, for him she was not only a thing, but, first of all, a beloved wife. His faithful servant got behind the wheel again.

- Sir, can still bring your wife back? I can not see how you are killed ...

- No, Leo. Not. This is a conscious act both for me and for her. Fate decided that it is more important that she makes a lively smile on her face. And I need to work. That's all over. We will not see each other anymore. So, let's go to the airport.

Waving his head, the driver pressed the gas pedal and rushed the expensive Lincoln towards the airport.

Sasha went to the big oak door. At that moment her heart jumped out of her chest. The most exciting moment. Finally, her dreams will come true, and she will serve faithfully in this new home for her. Holding her breath and closing her eyes, she knocked on this very door.

Shred-shred-shred. This is probably the most recognizable knock of heels in this house. The door to our heroine was opened not by the most, but still influential, girl of this house. Mrs. Alina. Yes, everyone knew that bitch. After all, this bitch is the very first and, perhaps, the only representative of those Lords in this house, who has escaped from slaves, into a lady. They say that she has not gone very far, but it is in this huge mansion that she uses her authority. Such people are called "Switch". Despite the fact that Alina has already acquired her own things, she still served as the head of this house.

- Who's there? -, asked a voice from inside the mansion.

- Alexandra. New slave for this mistress. Mr. Larin passed me to this shelter, he should have called you ...

The large oak door slowly and creakedly opened. On the threshold stood a person in all latex. The girl, Alexandra's contemporary, impudently examined the goods from top to bottom of our heroine. A transparent, latex dress of beige color, which had 2 fastenings on the stomach and one on the neck, had a bold and not decent large neckline in the chest. Alina's elastic, beautiful bosom was of size 3, but not lush. Her beige nipples looked in different directions. Beige lipstick and eye shadow added Alina a couple more years. Her dark brown hair was fixed in a ponytail, which covered one of the breasts of a young lady a little. ...