Before the cherished door, I stood in some confusion. Doubts overcame me, frankly. I felt the same way as in my distant youth, having first come to the girl's house to call for a date. Mandrazh, in general.

Doubts were due to the fact that the stockings handed to me the day before yesterday lay unpacked in a bag. Using the rule “at first try on simple”, gained in youth, instead of opening a gift, I bought similar stockings in the first supermarket. And dressed.

Mdaa ... they looked at me more than strange, causing more laughter and bewilderment than at least some excitement. On my kiting and swimming mosles, white fishnet stockings were like a saddle on a cow. Wretched and gone, without the slightest eroticism.

The sensations from them, of course, are pleasant - the thinnest nylon has bent on the skin, but here is a look !! I confess, hmm ... why am I, no, I do not repent, what is there to be ashamed of - gay porn watched from time to time, and the trances were not overlooked - so I know how lingerie can look cool on a man. But - definitely not on my type.

That's all it does.

Therefore, I had a jim-jams — would Tatiana Sergeyevna send me home empty-handed?

Okay. Nerves and feelings on the situation will not affect. What will be will be. The remaining eight procedures, even just fingers - more than good.

The bell, the intercom squeak, the beige-painted porch with flower pots on the windows, and while I was rising, the subconscious drew me a future meeting.

Now I will run fifty steps and ...

... hospitably open door.

... the mistress of the apartment will meet me in the image of a classic mistress - tightly tightened corset, gathered and raised curls, patent leather shoes, large stockings on garters, lace gloves and a belt - everything is fundamentally deep black. A bright contrast on this background is a ruby ​​pebble in the navel, carmine varnish of manicure and pedicure and rich scarlet lips. And - no panties, no bodice.

... but I don’t even dare to turn my gaze below her tummy, so I’m frozen, pinned to the door with an icy, indifferent, studying look.

... a woman’s glance will run through me, clearly paying attention to the lack of stockings - I’m in shorts so that my position on this issue does not require answers. They say everything is in sight, there is nothing to hide and shy. A moment of thought, and now, squinting, she will once again examine me from head to toe, after which, having made a decision, she will smile and invite me to enter with a nod. The anticipation of her smile will be somehow even sinister. I can only guess what this, without any doubt, elegant woman will conceive, but I, most likely, will feel my plans with all my being. And, most likely, in the literal sense of the concept of "the whole of nature."

... the first one will be a flogging, and I don’t think that Tatyana Sergeevna will be exchanged for slaps with her palm - the stack will be used immediately. Blow by blow, blow for each moan escaped, blow for the lost score. Rhythmically, methodically, thoughtfully ...

... then a little fisting, and do not forget that the term comes from the word "fist", which means "fist". And “a little” is so, a form of speech. My subjective perception of time will stretch to infinity, as well as the sphincter stretched by strong trained fingers ...

... a deafening knock of blood in the ears, sweat flowing through the temple, and a female cam, like a neat and small one, but now it's just huge ...

... he will move inside of me, exploring, arrogant, domineering ...

... well, His Majesty Strap-on will put an end to the execution! Thick, black, with silver chains at the base, with a relief pattern of veins along the trunk and a large head.The one that was the day before yesterday - for affection and tenderness, almost for love, but today - today for punishment ...

... he, guided by skillful and completely ruthless hips, will show all the limits of stupidity, make you pay the maximum for disobedience ...

... first my mouth, then my throat, and then, of course - the anus ...

... well, in the final, I ...

... practically without strength and feelings ...

... with still purple stripes of traces of blows on the buttocks ...

... with the imprints of chains on a smashed "black lord" anus ...

... with a ball gag in the mouth, because the mistress does not like unnecessary talk, tearful pleas, cheap excuses and vain requests to stop ...

... with bruises on the thighs, where her fingers naively trying to break free of my body, scream her fingers ...

... under the tapping of a long thin stack on the slender leg ...

... under her icy, freezing fire burning innards, the look that awaits the slightest sign of disobedience, so that there is a reason to continue the execution ...

... to the accompaniment of my hoarse breathing ...

... in a spray of grease, secretion, tears and sweat ...

... I'll be shaking fingers in vain to try to wear without breaking ...

... thin, nylon, with elegant lace ...

... white as a symbol of innocence ...

... white, as a symbol of defeat and humility ...

... stockings !!!

Cursed figurative thinking!

Damned developed fantasy!

Damned videos tagged "Kink", "BDSM" and "Mistress"!

Maybe hell with it, with a comic look, and yet you should wear them right now?

A floor of hundreds of steps is just the fourth floor. Quickly. The sight of my hard-fucked body still stood in front of my inner eye when I entered the hospitably ajar door.

- Hello.

- W-s-hello, Tatiana Sergeevna ... uh ...

Shock. Here is the word that at least somehow, approximately and not accurately, describes my condition.

Shock and Awe.

- Well, what are you so formal? You can just Tanya, I'm not at work now.

In general, everything that I imagined was complete nonsense !!!

The woman had a dressing gown. Not such as in soap operas they show where they are more like night shirts from some “pink rabbit”, but the most ordinary one is thick, fluffy and long, reaching to the ankles. In such a convenient and warm twist raw in the fall, sitting in a chair with a cup (liter, if possible) of hot tea, in front of the fireplace, with an interesting book.

There are no shoes on the legs, neither lacquered, much less with studs. Slippers! Without bunny ears or cat faces - but even looking soft and comfortable.

Although clothes are half bad. But look!

Suppose I had seen Tatiana before, oh, you can just Tanya, only twice - but already got used to cold indifference and the almost complete emotionlessness of a woman. Her even orgasm barely barely warmed up! And now it was completely different - live, bright. On the lips - a mischievous smile. In the eyes - happy devils. Curls, not stretched, free, surrounded the face with a fluffy nimbus. She looked at me with interest, in an embarrassed stupor who did not know where to go. It seems that what is happening is genuinely amused and amused. And, what is most unusual, the woman did not at all try to hide her own emotions.

- What is unusual to see me like that?

- uh ... yes!

- That's the same! - Obviously pleased with the effect produced, Tatyana took the bag from my hands and immediately put a curious nose into it.

- ABOUT! Wine!?

- Well, yes, Madera.

- Strong?

- And strong, and sweet.

- It's good that strong. It is very good! - the last sentence she almost sang.

Putting the bag on the floor, the woman slipped past me by an elegant, almost dance movement and closed the doors that still remained open to the entrance. Returning, she pressed herself to me for a moment and literally purred in my ear, burning with hot breath: “I love everything strong and sweet, mrrr. After that, she gently slapped me on the bottom, she grinned, and, picking up the bag, flew off to the kitchen.

- Shower - the first door. Towels and bathrobe are there.

- Oh, yes. Thank.

Gradually let me go. Hmm, I can ...