From the author: the practices described are dangerous, at least psychologically. Therefore, I strongly do not recommend using the described without complete trust and feelings of the partner, as well as at least minimal medical skills. But in principle, the last scene should not be repeated, it’s just a crazy fantasy of a maniac (me), in the real world this can’t end without serious consequences.

Having your own slave turned out to be damn nice. In the morning I was always waiting for a hot breakfast (albeit without any frills), the awakening was accompanied by a blowjob or a foot massage, I also forgot about cleaning, completely shifting this honorable duty to Katya. Relaxing massage before bedtime helped to relieve the tension of the school day, and the holes, always ready to serve their master, were charged with a great mood for the whole day. The girl tried very hard, even if initially she did not feel particularly enthusiastic - a few strong blows to sensitive areas or rough nipple torture - and the mental attitude causes her body to glow with excitement and take initiative. In addition to excitement from pain, I laid in the “settings” of Katie the impossibility of getting pregnant, so I quietly poured into her hot pussy.

Unfortunately, for one person there was a restriction on the pledged installations; if there were more than three of them, they began to conflict and it was impossible to predict the body’s reaction to it. Therefore, I refused to accelerate regeneration for Katya, leaving the last possible installation on something more delicious, so that particularly severe injuries or marks on exposed parts of the body were removed by direct order. Still, the human body has almost unlimited possibilities, just does not show them without proper stimulus. But I perfectly provided this stimulus, so the bruises on the neck, the nipples torn to the blood, the bleeding tracks from the blows - all this disappeared a couple of minutes after the command to start the regeneration.

At the university I didn’t scoff at the girl - I didn’t want to show her dependence, and the breaks between the couples were too short to fully enjoy her body in a secluded place. Katya’s behavior has changed a little, she has often become bold and jokingly. True, her audacity never touched me. I perfectly felt that the girl was afraid of me, but at the same time there was some kind of affection in her feelings? After my praise, it does not matter if I had a delicious dinner or a good blowjob (her skills didn’t add much, but the smacking of this light in her eyes in the process is something!), Katya just blossomed. And after sex, when I enjoyed the sweet cramps of the girl in my arms - the waves of pleasure and gratitude emanating from her just flooded my mind. Even the fact that almost immediately I ordered her tongue to lick a member from my sperm and her juices, caused Kati some satisfaction that she was so imperiously disposed of.

Of course, I was flattered by this attitude of my toy. But the weekend was approaching, and I wanted something crazy. After all, the stronger the excitement, the brighter the orgasm, and I want to see great pleasure in the eyes of my toy. Remembering my installation “the stronger and sharper the pain, the stronger the excitement”, I sympathized with my bitch in advance, but I think that subsequent orgasms will block all negative emotions. On Saturday, she was waiting for a sadistic sex marathon.

On Friday, I let Katya go to the hostel for the night, banning me from eating after 4 pm and until we met. Anyway, until late evening, I will work in the laboratory, so at home my toy will only be bored.Nor can I deprive my bitch of all the emotions that the victim is experiencing, voluntarily riding into the maniac's lair? About the fact that on Saturday, the whole day waiting for her exquisite torment, I warned.

Exactly at 12 the doorbell rang. Katya received the keys on the first day, but she did not dare to open herself. All her emotions said that she was just a guest, a victim, a toy, but not a hostess who has the right to independently enter this lair.

- Mmm, you smell delicious! - I lean to the tender neck, inhaling the delicate fragrance of fear, mixed with a sweet floral scent. - Waiting for you in a minute in the kitchen in some panties.

The girl begins to undress quickly, knowing that I am not joking about a minute and not wanting to give an extra reason for punishment. And a minute later he was kneeling in the kitchen, with a beautifully heaving chest from frequent breathing. What a beautiful toy I have! But this position does not suit me. I bring to the table. At the narrow end of the table between the legs, there is a transverse crossbar, but not even, but converging to the table top with an inverted v. Heading Katia's hands behind my back, I lift them to this crossbar and tie it with a belt from a dressing gown. The table is quite massive, so jerking will not help to get free. The girl’s head is stuck in the floor, in order to somehow reduce the pressure on her shoulders, she crawls a little forward. I pull down the white Katy's panties below the knees, tie the knees with the ropes themselves and tie them to the opposite legs of the table. With widely spread knees, an accessible pussy and a bent ass, with hands fixed in an uncomfortable position, the girl was in my full power. In addition to such a sweet smell of fear, I felt her excitement. That's what makes an ardent bitch just a week of hard sex with whipping and pain doing with an arrogant bitch!

- Today I'm going to cum in every hole of yours. And you will dream of my every orgasm, I promise you that!

I run my fingers over the already wet lips. The girl shudders, a shudder runs through her body, but even she herself does not know whether it is from fear or from sweet anticipation. I play with her hot hole, gently massaging my lips, penetrating between them and quickly diving deep into my fingers. Deep sighs are replaced by soft moans of my helpless toy, teasing her, giving affection, and watch with a grin as the girl's ass moves me to a meeting, catching my touches. Having thoroughly teased a bitch, I take a belt in my hands. Ass and slender hips defiantly stick out from under the table, representing an excellent target. To warm up, I give a dozen hits to each elastic bun, and a couple of much stronger blows to the inside of the thighs. I stoop and run my hand over the quivering legs of my bitch, I feel the flesh flushed with the blows, rising higher, towards the pussy that is even hotter than the pain. But this time I do not caress, but roughly squeeze, drag off slimy sponges, slap on the open crotch with my palm, again and again, falling on the clitoris, causing Katya to twitch and try to dodge. Several sensitive slaps and the sharp penetration of two fingers into the hot depth, a couple of movements, causing a prolonged moan, and again slaps. The lubricant is already flowing over the thighs, my slaps and penetrations only smear it more strongly over the helpless agitated body. It's time to pick up the belt again!

It was not as convenient to beat the belt over the opened vagina as it did over the bulging ass, the backlash had to be done from the bottom up, but Katya's reaction compensated for everything. She jerked after each blow, gasping for breath, gasping for breath, gasping for sensations. A combustible mixture of pain and arousal, especially when a painful blow fell on an already excited clitoris. After hitting twenty times, changing the force of the blow, I decided to change the instrument of sweet torture. Putting the belt aside, gently ran over swollen, scarlet lips, starting almost from the anus and going down to the clitoris. From the gentle touch of the girl trembled, I realized that she lacked a little to collapse into the abyss of orgasm.

- No, bitch, before me you do not finish!

I remove my hand, the girl's ass is moving in my direction, trying to cling to my fingers again, to get the caress she needs so much, to finish, to crouch in an orgasm, to get a reward for all this pain.

- Want to feel filled?

- Yes Yes! Really want to!

- Well, if you want so, how can I refuse you? - Chuckling, I go to the bathroom, where Esmarch’s already filled mug awaits. Returning to the kitchen, smearing a tight little ring of ass, I enter the tip ....