I first met Mrs. Sophie at the Theme Party in honor of the New Year. She performed in the program with a demonstrative flogging. But it was not the spanking itself that made her pay attention to her, but the emotions that emanated from her. It was clear that she was getting a real buzz from what was happening, her gaze — at the same time focused on the process and directed somewhere deep into herself — struck me. From this moment I dreamed of only one thing - to become her slave.

After 2 months my wish was fulfilled, we had the first session, which I want to tell you about.

There was an agreement that the ministry begins as soon as I cross the threshold of the apartment, I have to prepare my body in advance: to shave myself everywhere, to wash.

Although the meeting was scheduled for 5 pm, already at 4 pm I was sitting in the yard in my car and waited for the allotted time. Of course, I took champagne, flowers, sweets with myself, of course, I knew that the set was standard, but I didn’t want to shock either by presenting at the first session, for example, a bunch of rubber members.

At the appointed time I stood at her door and pressed the bell, a voice rang out from behind the door:

- Open.

I opened the door, walked into the dark corridor and began to look around.

- What the fuck are you, fagot? On my knees alive, lick my pussy.

She left, reeling from the room, already naked and clearly not sober.

- Fucked up. I thought. - What is this garbage.

- Oh, fuck, shampusik, fuck, give it here, bitch, and fuck you got up? Don't like something, pussy out of here.

I handed her the champagne, shocked by such a strange change in the image.

- You cho, fuck, moron, should I open it, fuck myself?

- Really. I thought. - What am I like a moron? Well, she's drunk and breaks away from her like from a garbage can, but I haven’t been fucked for 3 months and I haven’t even sniffed my pussy, but she’s so sniffing that I don’t want more. Fuck, dance.

- Sorry, madam. I said, kneeling and taking the bottle from her.

“So fucking animal.”

I opened the bottle, specially shaking it harder and hitting champagne directly on my pussy, in order to get out of my hands during the otliz, well, and soak it lightly.

- Oh, you bitch Krivorukov, quickly watch out everything. She tried to slap me a slap in the face, but the dick swam there, and it was not for nothing that I was engaged in the handwriting. I dodged her hand and spent a good two, first on the liver, then on eblet.

She fell and fell silent.

- Well, at least the champagne is not spilled. I thought, draining the bottle to the bottom. After that, everything became somehow easier. I parted her legs, and wanted to start polishing her cap, but there were hopeless jungles and I could not find the labia.

- Yes, and dick with you. I thought again. He pulled out his hose, whipped off, tugging at her tits, finished on her fuck and left.

The following New Year, she again spoke at the event, and from her glance I realized that she did not remember that meeting at all.

But I fucking never forget her. It was the best Mistress I met. She at least had a cunt, not a member.