I was lying on the couch, bound hand and foot, with a ball gag in my mouth, and you knew the anal plug in you, and wondered why this happened to me. The answer suggested itself - for indifference and inattention. After all, it is impossible even to assume that during the time I lived with my mother, I did not have the opportunity to learn my mother's secret. Even in the eternal, her notation slipped phrases: “when you are ready, come to me, I will tell you something”, “I am not against your friends and parties, but I am your mother and I also need your attention”, “I wanted to talk on one important topic right now. ” I always waved, rejected, ran, ignored. I also ignored the slightly open bathroom doors when she washed, and her rooms at night. After all, I never imagined her as a sexual partner. Although on her part there was the same immaturity - a vibrator that disappears periodically, a fitness subscription, long hair, abundant use of skin cream and regular party trips could tell her that I was ready for her conversation. And a bra ... A bra that I bought for myself and which she found under my pillow. She took him for her! And for a long time I could not understand why he was not her size. Until I pulled it back. What she safely forgot. Two idiots, pancake, in turn catching up with each other in pitch darkness. While one stands and is silent, the other runs at random in all directions and be sure to slam into something, discouraging the desire to look again.

As far as I could, I shifted my eyes towards the clock. Already five hours in this position. And the fourth pose with this cork. I hope that I feed before the next procedure. Despite the swollen, from the extended plug, lower abdomen, hunger made itself felt. Drunk twelve hours ago, the sweet slush has long since resolved. Thirst, oddly enough, did not torment, thanks to a strange gag, which melted very slowly, dripping with refreshing moisture on the tongue, then directly into the throat, causing a cough. But it is at least better than nothing. The legs bent at the knees were numb a long time ago, as were the tied arms above the head. Only the roller under the loin continued to cause suffering, even though it was not so. There was a distinct feeling that they were not so much training my sexual stamina, as they teach me humility.

The door behind me squeaked faintly. “Now they will roll again” - I thought, and I was not mistaken. The first, as usual, entered a dark-skinned woman with a blue symbol in her forehead. Something like an o-very short two-sided trident. Two bodies habitually followed her. More precisely, and you will not say - they were the bodies. Two-meter-wide, twice as wide as me, with huge hands and shapeless huge breasts from head to foot tightly wrapped in black cloth, they served as a swarthy lady to carry weights, like couches and tanks with liquids. They just never touched me with a finger. Madam did not need brute force.

With a graceful movement, she unbuttoned the straps around my limbs in turn, and then motioned me to get up. This time I mastered myself and, just having hastily dangling my legs, got up. For the first time from one of her gestures I seemed to have been thrown into the air, accidentally tugging at my limbs. Naturally, I fell. Subsequent times I did not have time to group or put both legs, so I still fell to the floor.And finally, I managed everything and got on both legs! Without much success, by the way: the legs, numbed from a long binding, immediately dispersed in different directions, dropping me at the feet of the woman.

I was lying on the floor, experiencing convulsions in reviving limbs and was looking at the lady. Right in front of me were her neat bare feet, with nails neatly cut to zero and painted with saffron varnish. Further, right from the ankles, began a blue dress, loose down, but tight-fitting narrow waist, large, strong breasts and neck. Covered with long sleeves wrists ringed bundles of brilliant gold coins of unknown coinage. Fingers were studded with massive rings with semiprecious stones. The blue-black hair, gathered into a tight braid, was decorated with pearl thread, and two huge blue gems glittered on elegant gold hooks glittered in the ears. Her smell was sweet, but not cloying, like bananas or the grass that we chewed as a child. This smell wanted to breathe deeply and run, run, run to meet a new one.

In an effort to get up, I knelt, while my head and hands continued to touch the floor. Suddenly the mistress spoke again. That is, she pronounced only one throat syllable, somewhat similar to “her,” but my whole body froze at the sound of this sound. For a while nothing happened, then I felt like my butt plug something painfully slowly pulled. My nagged ass barely succumbed, and I applied all my strength to relax her as much as possible. Having reached its widest point, the cork, with a loud “chop”, left my gut, leaving a gaping hole, which was immediately poured with something cool and oily. After a couple of moments, I was slowly, but painfully lifted by the hair and unbuckled the gag. After that, they let me go and I unpleasantly slapped on the stone floor with my cheek. The light rustle of the dress prompted me that the lady had gone somewhere and turned around.

Gathering my strength, I climbed on my still aching legs. This time my attempt was crowned with success, and I got up, folding my arms over my groin and dropping my eyes to the floor. In our first meeting, I had the imprudence to look at the lady with a call in the eyes, after which she made me feel sorry for her in one word with an incomprehensible word. Literally. I did not regret anything in my life. I felt like the last scum, the worm, no one. I even wanted my worthless life to end so that the world could be better. In my opinion, I burst into tears and fell to my knees, covering my face with my hands. After waiting for some time, Mrs. uttered a whole phrase, after which everything passed. Without waiting for her to speak again, I hurried to my feet. Casual I noticed a smile that touched her lips. This time I did not dare to look above her waist, so I just looked at my legs. Over the past few days, spent in this room with ever-bright windows, my nails are slightly branches, dirt has stuck between my fingers, and the always strained straps affected unhealthy blue. Hands were not much better. Veins swelled, bones stood out. In short - a sad sight. I was so carried away looking at my limbs, that the lady had to call me by name twice to get my attention. When I looked up, she was standing against the wall with the windows facing me. Right in front of me, the bodies were being lowered by a silver tank on frilly legs. The tank was two meters long, a meter wide, thirty centimeters deep and filled to the middle with a pink liquid in which a silver cushion was floating. The lady nodded at me and I carefully sat down in this container. The warm liquid was noticeably thicker than water and did not flow into my tightly closed hole. I looked at the lady and she nodded to me again. I gently lay down. The pillow turned out to be soft, as if inflatable, the liquid pleasantly enveloped my tired body with long binding and constant coolness. A light pharmacy smell surrounded me, luring me to sleep and I fell asleep before I could even close my eyes to the end.

I dreamed of my college, classmates and teachers, who suddenly began to lecture in incomprehensible languages. Each in its own way. All fellow students conscientiously outlined, even those who from the generation in pairs did not write. While I was trying to figure out what the lecturer said, the audience changed, the lecturers followed each other, but I still could not begin the outline. In the end, we got to the audience in the specialty. The lecturer, a gray-haired old man, a meter and a half tall, fell asleep at his desk, as it sometimes happened. The creaking of pens in the audience became the opposite louder. Then I began to look around. Everybody was scribbling furiously. To understand what is happening, I decided to turn to Sana, who was sitting on the left ...