His hand lay on her head and stroked her golden hair.
- Well, how are you, lovely? - He asked, pulling out of her mouth panties. She cleared her throat and replied:
- Good, but I want to go to the toilet very much.
He lifted her head by the chin and, looking into her pleading eyes, asked with surprise:
- In the toilet really want?
- Yes, very much, Master.

He crouched, smiled, and stroked her cheek, neck, down to her chest, touched her nipple, which was sticking out of a fine mesh cell that wrapped around her entire body, squeezed her fingers and pulled off her pink flesh, causing the girl to cry out and squeeze her legs.
- Ay, I can not stand it.
In response, he pulled harder and, twisting the nipple, gently said
“Just try, bitch, let me have sex.” You'll be here to lick everything.
“I really can't stand it, Master.” True, release, please.

His fingers let go of the nipple and headed towards the pubis, gently gliding along the grid, and when they touched smooth skin, having reached the cutout on the perineum between the squeezed legs, he returned his hand a little back and pressed on the hard tummy.
- Mmmmm ... - she squeezed even more legs, not allowing her hand to wade between them.
- You really want, you say? What did you think about when I hooked you to the chain an hour ago?
- I was too shy to say, I thought, I would suffer ...
- Shy? - he was surprised. - What and who are you shy? - he asked cheerfully, already penetrating with his fingers into a slippery pussy.
- Mmmmm ... I have always been ashamed of this, this is my complex since childhood, I am ashamed.
- Good. If you are ashamed, then go.
- Where did you go? - she strained.

The carabiner clicked, the chain hung on the wall, and he inserted his index finger into the ring on her collar, pulled and snapped:
“Let's piss off, or you'll be urinating here,” a hand pulled at the ring. She bucked, frightened:
- No, I did not ... - but immediately received a slap in the face.
- Shut up!
He picked up her panties from the floor and silenced her again.
- Come on, bitch, - he pulled her collar.
She teleped like a kitten in the teeth of a cat, in his hand, which he firmly pulled over the collar, and she had to reluctantly rearrange her legs and hands after him so as not to suffocate. New feelings that were not like anything, covered the girl. More precisely, the feelings were familiar, but the mixture ...

While she was trying to understand something, they got to the bathroom door.
- Come on, drop in, - he sent her hand, holding the collar, into the open door and slapped on a broken ass. She reluctantly entered without raising her head and wagging her ass. From the thought that he would watch her write, she was thrown into a fever, and her treacherous stomach sank, causing sheer pain. The hand pulled the ring up, forcing her to stand on her feet.
“Come here,” he hugged his charm, innocent-looking, with the expression on the face of a bewildered, excited bitch. “You are my girl,” he stroked her back and crotch, fingers touching her ass and pussy in the area of ​​the neckline in a suit.
“You are mine,” the tremor in her body intensified. “You are mine, and you will do what I say,” he pulled her panties out of her mouth. - Turn around.
She turned her back on him, being in his arms. He pressed her, resting his lower back in a standing member, and took a step forward to the toilet.

“Please,” she tried to stop him, but in return she received a finger in the fold and one more step. He led her to the toilet so that she rested her feet against it.
- Sit down, girl.
She hesitated, but after a second, the booty began to unfold to the throne.
- Not! Sit down, as you stand, - he stopped trying to turn around, slapping on the ass. - Sit down!
The quivering legs were spread apart over the toilet, and, having no choice and no opportunity to disobey, with eyes closed, she sat down.
“Good girl, girl,” he stroked her ear and neck. - Come on, you wanted to.

She wanted and even could not tolerate physically, but the brain did not allow her to do it.She was scared - she knew that he would not, and with him she could not ...
- Girl, no way?
She shook her head.
He came closer and hugged her, his hands began to stroke her chest, ribs, hips, ass.
“Come on, I want this,” he whispered in her ear. - Come on. Excitement and desire to execute an order, shame and burning pain in the groin mixed up and drove insane, making it difficult to tune, only lubrication
flowed from pussy down the toilet stretching drops.
- Well, if you can not, then you will do what you can do on command.
The hand slid across the smooth pubis to the swollen lips.
- Oh, yes, we have a flood here.

The hand moved on the lips, touching the clitoris. The girl trembled at every touch and was ready to finish, but something interfered - maybe overstrain, maybe shame, or perhaps fear of describing the Master's hand during orgasm ...
Trying to concentrate, she realized that the sense of complete belonging to the Boss interrupted everyone else, because she only now felt the full extent of his strength and her weakness in front of him. She is ready and does what he wants, despite the fear, and cannot resist ... From such thoughts and emotions, somewhere inside, she began to fill with lightness and languishing bliss, the girl completely stopped feeling her body, only this new sensation of flight ...
- Stop it ... - as if a lightning had flown into his ear ...

Bliss abruptly changed to an explosion in every cell, the legs spread wide to the sides, the vagina convulsively squeezed his fingers, the trembling body tensed and sharply relaxed ... Only the pulsation of the vagina and a little twitching belly. He breathed in her ear and pressed his girlfriend's chest with his hand, enjoying her condition, and, feeling the weakening contractions of the vagina, slowly pulled out his fingers and strongly slapped her pussy ...
The girl gasped and went limp, and at that very moment a jet of hot urine splashed out with strong pressure. The girl whined from the buzz, and she was covered with a new wave of orgasm, forcing the bitch to stop again, but more strongly and deeply. She jerked and urinated, falling into the hand of the Boss, which he had not removed. Spray of urine spread to the thighs and pubis of the ending blonde ...

Having somehow recovered her breath, she collected her thoughts for a minute or two, emotions after the experience they threw her from side to side, and this was the master's shaking on a wet crotch at the end and his gentle “I love ...” before letting go and remove her hands, confused her, not allowing to come to life.
She turned to the Boss, who stood with a contented look and looked at her, looked into his eyes and asked:
- Allow?
He was silent, making her heart pound with excitement.
“I allow,” pretending as if he knows what she will do.

The girl stood in front of him, laid her hands behind her back and knelt down. Having stood for a second without moving, she brought her lips to his palm, on which her urine flowed a couple of minutes ago. Her lips began to gently kiss her wet hand, and in the interval between the kisses she said:
- Thank you ... for ... what made you feel ... how much I am ...
He lifted her head by chin and said:
- Only mine.
He smiled and covered his lips with her lips ...

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