The day dragged on extremely long. Mila was left alone in the room, no one went to check on her, only brought lunch. Residual arousal pressed on the clitoris, and memories of what happened in the morning, despite the rigidity and rudeness of the host, for some reason caused a sweet wave, forcing a sponge to bite. Hmm, no one ever treated her like this ... And what did she like? Or is it pure physiological arousal caused by the applied synthetic agent? Maybe if she hadn’t been that ointment, she wouldn’t have so diligently sucked it in, using her tongue on her tongue?

Too entangled in her conflicting emotions, the girl decided not to further develop this topic. Moreover, it was not possible to alleviate the arising tension - she scaredly glanced at the cameras fixing her every movement. As she was already convinced, they were in the bathroom too. So, if he wanted, he could see what his servants were doing to her before his arrival ...

With the recollection of her again, a keen sense of shame and humiliation twisted. God, how disgusting, let it not be a mandatory procedure, please! By the way, she was allowed to remove the cork from her ass after the owner left, but even after that she was still worried for a long time by strange sensations - it was painful, disgusting, but at the same time, somehow hot, full, pleasant?

Out of boredom, again trying to open all the cabinets in a row, she found a previously unnoticed drawer in a table full of some papers. It turned out to be printouts from the Internet, articles, studies of the phenomenon of BDSM. Having quickly selected several pages in English, Mila sat down to read. Her English was not free enough to easily wade through a text written in a scientific language by some American sociologist. The article had few details, only an analysis was made of the type of personalities most frequently encountered in this subculture. Reading the characteristics of the dominants, the girl tried to understand whether Vincent had these features, but so far she knew him too badly to draw conclusions. Also, she did not find any clues that would point to the person who set up this fun adventure for her. It seems everyone in her environment was normal. Although such means could have only the top of the concern, where she worked, plus a fucking bunch of partners of the boss with whom she had to meet. Which of them decided to spend so much money just to fuck her from the heart? Wouldn't it have been easier to just rape without taking out of the country, and then buy off with much less money?

No, it didn't fit in her head. Most of all, Mila was still inclined to think about the mistake of her abduction. However, in its current position, it did not make much difference. She would never dare to ask Vincent to contact the gangsters who brought her — even if he agreed, and it turned out to be true, she would simply have been returned to Valletta. No, no, better to die than to fall into the hands of this monster. Let Vincent fuck her in all holes than he chops his little knife into small pieces. While she is here, it seems, in relative safety, she has time to think of something, you just have to obey the conditions of the owner.

Mila diligently again took up reading. The continuation of the article did not at all make her happy; apparently, she did not fit the description of the subsa at all. She by nature was neither soft nor passive, yes, now she is insanely frightened and ready to be anyone, but it is unclear how long Vincent will arrange it until he decides to really tailor her.

About this adjustment under the dominant in the article there was nothing sensible, it was assumed that this type of character is either there or not.Other leaflets in English contained even less information about the subject, only considered the elements of sado-masochism, binding, and a special state of consciousness, which the submitting partner sought in order to survive the pain and humiliation. And although these sides were considered in general terms, causing Mila to have a quiet panic attack (there was even a black and white photo of a woman exhausted with ropes in a basement), how to achieve this nirvana did not describe the altered consciousness. Again, it was assumed that this is some kind of innate ability resulting from childhood traumas and blah blah blades. And here, Mila thought hopelessly, detailed instructions would not hurt her. Will she not work hard all the time so that she becomes more appeasable?

Scrolling through the remaining materials, she found almost nothing more in English. In other printouts, occasionally there were photographs, but unfortunately, they did not evoke enthusiasm - Mila could hardly imagine herself strung on a hook or hanging under a whip on a rack. The girl shivered chilly. You would think her opinion someone will ask! Tears of despair sprang to his eyes again.

But the girl shook her head stubbornly, driving away uninvited fears. So, we will solve problems as they become available! It may be lucky, and the owner will limit himself to a blowjob ... Bearing in mind the morning execution, I could hardly believe it.

So quietly crept evening. Since there was neither natural light, nor a clock in the room, Mila could guess the time only by the sensations of her stomach. He just grumbled discontentedly.

As if he had heard, the maids appeared with another tray. The dinner was light, with a glass of sparkling wine attached to it, which she was strongly recommended to drink. And, was, was not, Mila in one gulp drained the whole, it is unlikely to be worse, and so she can relax. Then she was again shoved into the shower, smeared with sweet-smelling oils (although it was rather vigorously hammering them into her skin), and cosmetics were corrected. When they pointed to the mat, the girl backed away in fear - please do not. Either the giants didn’t understand sign language, or they got used to such pleas, but successfully ignored them, effectively forcing Mila to take the required position. Fortunately, no global washing of the viscera followed, she only carefully smeared the anus and again inserted the morning plug with a shiny pebble at the base. Ass painfully ache, and the girl quietly whined, biting her lip. In the morning, considering this strange subject, she herself was surprised how small the cork was - why did she hurt so much? And how Makar, she asked, is going to give Vincent "fuck yourself in all holes"? Yes, he will break it in one fell swoop ...

After finishing the preparations, she was again tied to the same bedside column in the same pose. Waiting for the host to come in, looking at herself in the mirror, Mila suddenly realized that this time neither her nipples nor the clitoris were smeared with a stimulating ointment, but nevertheless those were tense and her pussy was suddenly wetted when she imagined Vincent put a dick in her mouth. Hmm, her slender theory about the effects of synthetic aphrodisiacs could not withstand any criticism ...

This time Vincent did not keep himself waiting.

- Hello, Milá, are you glad to see me? - he sat down imposingly on his favorite chair, smiling at her.

“Yes, master,” the girl answered dutifully.

- What did you do today? He asked slyly, squinting.

“Nothing special, master,” the girl hesitated.

“From tomorrow I will start giving you assignments so that I will not be bored,” he promised, “and I will check the execution in the evenings.”

“Well, master,” the girl drawled mournfully. I finished playing ... What is called, think ten times before voicing your desires, the universe can answer ...

“They told me that you read today,” he suddenly asked, “why didn't you say so?”

Mila blushed guiltily.

- I didn’t know if I could read it, master, sorry, I was scared.

“Hmm, so you, thinking that you are probably committing a misdeed, did you do it? - he ironically raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, master,” the girl said, increasingly embarrassed.

- Well, I do not dare to deceive your expectations, for that you will be punished.

Mila flinched. How? Already? She tried so hard to follow the rules!

Vincent ...