The final touches are the most interesting.

And on this much-promising phrase, Mike gently crawls under it, face up, and cuts out something in the pubic area. Poor Jenny desperately flows from desire, surrendering to the artist’s hands and his power. But to finish the girl is still prohibited. As well as grab with your mouth a huge, hard and swollen dick of the Master. He has long escaped from the captivity of narrow panties and is now proudly raised to the heavens. And she can only admire this spectacle - blindly, on the smell and inner vision, which sometimes turns out to be a thousand times more vigilant than the external appearance. To admire through the blindfold and through the pain of the injections multiplied by the unbearable desire. As they say, close to dick, but do not bite.

Finally, I sigh with relief, after which I carefully choose from under my model, which still meekly stands in a “doggy” pose across the bed: such a bitch in heat, with white legs. No, the pattern itself is not bad and rough. But that's exactly what the black moire net on the white buttocks is.

- Colors, colors are missing here! In addition, it is necessary to fix the pattern so that it does not accidentally slip.

But for this case, your artist has a suitable strap: beautiful calf leather, noble cognac color, slightly corrugated ... Jenny knows him well and remembers: she gave the Master the last New Year, and then repeatedly enjoyed it utterly gentle, but at the same time tough and painful bites on the breasts, thighs, or heels. But today we will saturate the black grid with a color that gradually turns from an innocent pinkish-white to a bashful scarlet at first, topped with an awakening desire ...

- Whack! The purple leather of the belt touches two mouth-watering roundness, inscribed between the chain of the amulet and the lace rubber bands of the stockings. Initially, caution, almost caressing, but gradually getting stronger and tougher with each new pair of punches.

- Once! From left to right, and two! Now in the other direction, from right to left.

My Jenny quietly starts to squeal with pleasure, and the background of her skin under the intensifying beats of the strap acquires color and saturation: the color of salmon, then coral, strawberry - throughout the whole range of red. Brighter, richer, harder ...

- My lord, I beg, still, oh!

But finally, when we reach the desired degree of redness, a noble hue of aged cognac, equal in color to the belt itself ... Then you leave for the desired subspace, where the dream is indistinguishable from reality, space and time are blurred, imperceptible, and there is only the eternal enjoyment Jenny shakes her head from side to side, publishes muffled moans, and her cheeks on her face have already become equal in color to those of the lower ones, on which a freshly woven pattern is emblazoned with black on a purple one.

- How many times a woman blush in your life, remember? Exactly five: the first time - when the first time, and the second - when during the wedding night the husband realizes that this is not your first time. Then there will be a third time - when for the first time, not with my husband. The fourth is when a woman takes money for the first time for it ... But the fifth time is when she pays money for it for the first time. Counted?

But the man, according to the same wisdom of the Armenian radio, reddens only twice in his life: the first time when he could not the second time, and the second time - when he could not the first time!

But this does not apply to Mike, do not expect. That's why I am a Master, then an Artist, to have my model not only once, but at least twenty-one times in a row. And on this positive note, from all over, I plant you in a hospitable, wide-open and trembling palette, awaiting the palette with my swollen paint brush.

- No, girl, not a hand, it seemed to you with fear! In a sense, an artistic image like that.Until fisting, dear, we'll get another time, but for now the good old dick, banal anal. - And with sharp measured shocks I imprint my lust on you. Blow by blow: deeper, stronger, sharper !.

And Jenny, exhausted by a long creative process, can now think of only one thing:

- O my Lord, my Master, I beg you - let me finish! I'm shaking all over, can't you see? Painfully hurts from unsatisfied gurgling passion. All tremble with desire ...

- But no, dear, a little later. Just a little bit, but for now be patient, suffer with all your might - after all, the stigma of your Master has only one final touch left to complete. Admire the new-found beauty, appreciate the talent and inspiration of the Master, imprinted with a black grid on your reddening asshole! And already then ...

With a decisive movement, I tear the bandage from Jenny's eyes.

- See my work in the mirrors, and then I allow you to finish. Not even what I allow - I order!

Splash Flash. Then another, third - in time with the rhythmic invasions of a powerful dick in the depths of a tormented but insatiable asshole. The harsh light subsides, and a delightful pattern arises before my girl's eyes. It has long been foreseen, but still so sensual that it is impossible not to end from loving yourself, to the envy of the mythical Narcissus:

- Well, of course, this is a black butterfly! Dashed ... no, dashed with a net of color of a slate tropical night on a dark red background of your long-suffering buttocks. She breathes and flutters with her wings, obeying the rhythm of the sea surf ... or the battle of the dick fucking you in the ass. What is essentially the same thing, isn't it? And the restless butterfly gently slides on the skin with its wings, and not only: she bowed her head to the rosette of the anus;

- Oh my God, my master, yes! Yeah-aah, - and Jenny shudders from a sharp splash, on the elusive, barely distinguishable line between pleasure and pain. It explodes, rages, gushes out again and again ... Until finally it falls flat - the wide open wide open, sprawled, the butterfly moped by formalin under the needle of a pervert collector.

Well, now it's my turn. Three strokes before the final splash, two, one, at the last instant, with incredible effort, rush out through the tight little ring that stubbornly grabs my fireball, and

Abundant white foam on purple-black lace, the color of your stockings and gloves. Now my pattern is complete and lacquered: do not remove, do not wash off and do not crumple, your mother! And on Jenny, the maidservant and slave, is now forever peppered

- The seal of her Master.