a succession of images of a tatty smiling Victor attaching to me. Behind him - Tatiana, slowly, with a sadistic slowness, pushing the palm of her hand, collected by the boat, and then “Georgie” into her ass filled with sperm. Next up are the heels of gorilla-like abreks, which with guttural "wai, what a beautiful girl" are letting in a circle and a broken-up ass, and a hoarse hoarse from screaming.

This scarecrow shudders in ever more straining muscles. It aroused fear, the instinctive fear of a beast living in the depths of the subconscious, which fell into a trap, and ready to bite off its paw - but to break free. This fear more and more captured me, ready to turn into a humiliating panic. Most likely, having felt my tension, Tanya caught my glimpse. I caught it, thought for a moment about its causes, and immediately asked with one glance: “Do you trust me?”. Desperately struggling with animal horror, gripping the icy grip of the inside, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and also nodded in one glance, agreeing. By agreeing and accepting her power over me, over my body, over my consciousness, for the first time truly truly surrendering to it, without games and pretense.

Smiling, Tanya tightened the chain, gently bit me on the lobe and, licking with a hot wet tongue, pulled away, as if nothing had happened, asking Victor how she would be better off on me. And my fear almost instantly went away, washed away by a gentle wave of heat coming from the woman who bound me and bound me. The transition from a wild inner tension to a feeling of complete relaxation was so vivid and comprehensive that I almost finished.

I don’t know, it’s unlikely the photographer caught this moment of exchanging views, this silent dialogue, but after shooting the scene I had to go for a drink of coffee and even ask him for a cigarette so that my fingers would stop trembling a little. And now, I seem to understand, I really felt in my gut, nature, before the nerves ringing in tension, before the heat of adrenaline splashing in the blood, to the cold sticky perspiration on the back of my head, for what exactly the letter “B” in the BDSM abbreviation answers.

Then everything was easy. I calmly and with pleasure surrendered to confident Tannins' hands, handcuffs tightening on my wrists, or a long, thinnest snow-white scarf sticking my elbows behind my back. One by one, I calmly and with pleasure took her toys — a few plugs of different diameters, balls, strap-ons, and allowed me to twist and turn myself as she was comfortable.

Time flew by. Laughing, clicking the camera, slapping the palm of my hand on my bottom, her and my moans, if it was necessary to portray the process naturally for a snapshot, coffee for me and Victor, and something dry Italian for Tanya. How does she just drink this sour?

Five or six hours ago, the spaced lanterns and reflectors replaced the lazy-summer St. Petersburg sun that had finally dived beyond the horizon. Tanya has long changed a thick black strapon to the one she used at home - a small, anatomical one. Also, the straps were replaced with the usual panties with a pair of phalluses for her vagina and ass. And now she did not miss the opportunity to “show off” longer, or even deliberately, with a sly little smile, bungle the frame - in order to continue this very “image and imitation”. Well, I, not too shy, actively involved in these of her games, carefully podmahivaya and squeezing the buttocks.

In the last series of shots, the old Tanina's dream came true - white stockings that chased me in terrible fantasies, were finally stretched on my mosly. Oh, you had to see with what superiority and complacency she straightened elastic bands on my thighs.As a result, to my considerable surprise, they looked harmoniously with the very scarf on the elbows tightened and sealed with white, opaque scotch, nipples.

A few more frictions, camera clicks, and seemingly finish.

- Well, I think enough! And now our "mistress" will enter into a rage, and instead of erotica will begin porn. - Victor took a camera from his neck, and began to view the footage. - Come here, look what happened.

My indignant “Ai” was the answer to him, because at that moment my buttock was burned by a strong, sweeping blow of the motley-tailed flogger lash.

- Late, whores, it has already begun! - in Tannin a voice was added a growling note, and my attempt to straighten was stopped by a blinding-fiery blow of the whip on the back. Before the pain subsided, a woman's hand grabbed me by the hair with a completely non-female force and pressed my face into the sofa-smelling tobacco-smeared skin. - Well, do not move!

A familiar chill ran through my spine, holding down movement and literally paralyzing for a few seconds. The magic of the voice of our Lady worked flawlessly.

As if through the cotton, I heard quick clicks of the camera - even if Victor clearly had a shock, but his professional habits worked even without the participation of reason. A good frame required imprinting.

- Hey, why are you clicking there? In the rack, alive! - let the order be addressed to an enthusiastic photographer, but a hissing, with a naked threat, the voice made me even bend more. What can we say about the bewildered Victor, who almost dropped the expensive Nikon on the floor, in a hurry to carry out the order with a lash nemesis in a corset.

- Uh ... I ... - hmm, I recognize the reaction. I also remember mumbled in the same situation.

- Alive, I said! - with some detachment, I thought that the poor fellow, the artist, apparently sees his “oh, Tanechka, you are so cute” for the first time in such a mode indistinguishable from real domination. Now for his confused consciousness, what he considered to be just a mask of a skilled actress turned out to be natural, natural, rooted in voice, in facial expressions and gestures with a real face. And wildly frightening with its sincerity, depth and power.

Next to me, at first, palms rested against the sofa, and then Victor's grayish hair, and his shoulders shook. Crying?

The warning whistle of the whip hovering in the backswing made me shrink, but the blow did not go to my naked, already glowing, thin, long stripes from previous blows, buttocks, but to my neighbor's unlucky ass in misfortune.

- What am I, right in clothes I will fuck you, slut? !! Get undressed, fast! - and here I also received a blow, though not very strong, almost without a swing - apparently, so as not to relax.

While Victor hastily tore off his clothes, which was very difficult to do, remaining in the "face on the sofa" position, Tanya opened the gel and began to lubricate the fastened strapon.

- And now, my bitches, I fuck you! First, the one that is tighter and more subdued - Viktor's bashful-white buttocks became infected with the whip passed through them - and then the other, younger and pozagoreli. Twist them all the evening in front of me - it's impossible to endure!

Having already attached a gleaming member with a lubricating grip on the anus of the artist that squeezed into a “mathematical point”, Tanya portrayed thoughtfulness for a second.

“Hmm ... or do you have some fun?” Since you're two here. For sure. Ha! We will play one fun game. It is called “who better lick the legs of the lady”, and you can believe me - the prize for victory will be very good.

Slipping from the couch to the floor, I hastily unscrewed the scarf still holding my elbows, and began to pull off my boots and stockings from Tanya, on the left Victor also tried his best. And now, after a minute of struggle with the clasps, chains, snakes, taut skin and the finest nylon, neat female fingers with a colored mirror-red varnish pedicure were in my mouth.

For a few minutes, there was silence in the studio, interrupted only by quiet female moans and a little more frequent whip strikes on the bent backs.Although it was difficult to call it a blow, so stroking was more likely for entourage than for punishment.

- Enough, wimp. It’s a pity you don’t have much experience, but I liked the diligence. Experience, however, is gainful, and do not hesitate - very soon everyone will be an excellent specialist, ha! - Mrs. pretty looked from top to bottom at the seated y ... Read more →