It was a warm summer evening, and there were plans for a romantic dinner in one of the local cozy restaurants. I have always been punctual, so I got ready quickly enough. A light, black silk dress just above the knees with a belt at the waist, black high-heeled shoes. The only underwear was black lace panties. The makeup was limited to only rich red lipstick, loose, slightly naughty hair.
Although the packing took about twenty minutes, when I left the bedroom, you were already waiting for me at the front door. A dark shirt with rolled up sleeves, jeans, a satisfied smile and a hungry look. I looked at you, watching your reaction. I literally felt with my skin how your eyes, as if touching hands, rise up my legs from my knees and higher, along my hips, waist, chest, without missing a single millimeter. You studied me, studied already such a familiar body.
Goose bumps ran down my spine, I bit my lip slightly, excitement instantly hit my head, like strong alcohol. The air seemed to be electrified, it became hard to breathe, but I headed towards you. A couple of steps remained between us, and you immediately moved to meet me, hugged my waist and touched my neck with your lips. Your hot breath burned the skin, from your touch I melted like vanilla ice cream under the July sun.
– I want ice cream … – I whispered barely audibly, smiling at your persistent kisses. – Stop it, otherwise we won’t get anywhere.
– You are beautiful … Your smell drives me crazy … – languidly you whispered back, right in my neck.
A second later, you pulled away from me, and, still holding me by the waist, began to open the door, I took my purse, we left the apartment. It was about eight in the evening, there were few people on the streets, the evening was amazing … warm air, a gentle breeze that fluttered my dress from time to time. At a nearby grocery store, I still got my desired vanilla ice cream.
I finished my ice cream, but an alarming thought came into my head, you were too silent. This worried me a little, I began to replay all the events of the day in my head. I could not repenis anything unusual, everything should have been in order, your hand, which tightly squeezed mine from the very house, calmed me a little, but you noticed my alarm and, stopping, looked at me inquiringly.
– Things are good? I asked timidly.
– I want you to take off your panties.
It took me by surprise. We stood in the middle of the street, looking straight into each other’s eyes. Your look was lustful and persistent, I realized that I should ask: “Why?” and it is useless to resist. I looked around, we were alone, except for us there was not a soul on the street. Returning my gaze to your eyes, I handed you my purse, quickly took off my wet panties and held them out to you. My cheeks instantly flushed, embarrassed, I lowered my eyes to the floor, I began to examine my shoes.
Your fingers slid down my cheek, down to my chin and rested on it. You lifted my head slightly and I looked at you. It was clear from the look on your face that you were very pleased with my obedience. You leaned forward and kissed me insistently on the lips.
– My clever girl … – you whispered, kissing me.
Then, pulling back, you opened my bag and, with a dexterous movement, put your panties in it, but you never gave the bag to me. He took my hand and led me again. My legs trembled slightly, but I confidently followed you, gradually recovering a little.
Finally we got to our destination and went inside. Subdued light, spicy aroma of delicious food, live music. You chose the far table in the very corner. There were few visitors and it made me happy, the situation that happened on the street did not get out of my head, I was confused, and you were completely calm. There was a feeling that you were acting according to a well-planned scenario, a learned role. We went to our table and I sat down on the sofa, crossing my legs, but you did not want to sit in front of me, but stood next to me, waiting for me to move.
– What are you up to? – I stubbornly, with interest, looked at you.
– Hmm … Nothing, I just want to sit next to you, move. – You said, smiling, and just as stubbornly looking at me.
Smiling in return, I moved, you immediately sat down next to me, grabbed me around the waist and pulled me closer to you.
– Much better this way. – Without stopping to smile, you continued.
I didn’t have time to answer, as the waiter came up with an obvious question. You answered that we would only be wine. You knew all too well that the ice cream was enough for me, and your hunger was of a completely different nature. The glasses were on our table quickly enough, you asked to leave the bottle.
I took my glass and took a long sip. Cool wine burned everything inside, I tried to quench my thirst, which arose immediately after the elimination of panties. Barely wrinkling my nose, I drank more, slowly emptying the entire glass. Your eyes seemed to darken with excitement, you devoured me with a glance. Your hand slid under the table, looking for my thigh, and squeezed it tightly, lightly lifting her frock. I shuddered and looked around again.
– Hush, no one sees us, no one cares. – You said and slid your hand even higher. I squeezed my legs and looked at you.
– Stop it. Relax. Don’t make me angry.
Your tone has become stricter and more confident. I parted my legs a little, but immediately you removed your hand. I, with a kind of relief and sadness, exhaled noisily. And you reached for the bottle and refilled my glass, briefly ordering: “Drink.” and raised his own, expecting the same from me. Again I took a long sip and felt how the wine was doing its job. Warmth spread throughout the body, it became hot and stuffy, and my palms were sweating.
I didn’t know how to behave, a lot of questions were spinning in my head, why everything was like that, and what came over you, but I didn’t dare to ask any of them, it didn’t sound like me at all. The realization of this frightened most of all.
We started talking about something, but I only answered your questions, my thoughts were far from here. Gradually your glass was empty, and mine, already the second, too. I was drunk. No, not much, I could give an account of my actions, but my head was pretty dizzy. Although she was spinning from you, an incomprehensible sense of the unknown aroused and agitated the mind.
You got up from the table, which pulled me out of the cycle of my vicious thoughts, and held out your hand to me. I, as if waking up, gave you mine, and you helped me to get up.
– Dance with Me. – You said and led me into me to the very center of a small dance floor.
Slow instrumental music was playing, a girl in a red dress was sensually singing some foreign song unknown to me. You, tightly clasping around the waist, hugged me to you, I hugged you by the neck, pressing against you in return. The fine silk betrayed my excitement treacherously. Through him and your shirt, you felt my hard nipples in your breasts. You leaned slightly towards me and, burying your nose in my hair, trying to get to the neck, and your hands insolently slid lower to the ass, squeezing it.
– Your smell drives me crazy … – languidly whispered, from time to time burying his nose in my hair.
They looked at us. Several people from neighboring tables, a waitress passing by, musicians. Someone tried to immediately look away, embarrassedly, someone stared insolently, wondering what would happen next. I was getting embarrassed, I tried to distance myself from you, but you didn’t let me. And at that moment it dawned on me that you like it. You liked the fact that they were looking at us, and you showed with all your appearance that I was yours.
After a couple of minutes, you pulled away from me, loosening your grip and said:
– Wait for me at our table.
And you went to the bar. I was dumbfounded, for a split second I continued to stand alone in the middle of the restaurant under other people’s curious glances, but then I pulled myself together and headed towards the table. Picking up my purse from the couch, I passed the panties, took out lipstick from it and, with trembling hands, tinted my lips. Before I could finish, as you came back and hugged me from behind, hugging me by the hips, I shuddered again.
– We’re leaving already? I asked quietly.
– Yes, let’s go.
You again, as usual, took my hand and led me behind you, but we went in a completely different direction, and not to the exit. You opened a door and a staircase rose up in front of us to the second floor. A storm of new questions flashed in my head, but again I did not dare to ask anything. You confidently led me along, and in a minute we were already on the second floor, above the restaurant. Entering a long corridor with many doors, you again confidently dragged me along, reaching the door with number 46, you took the key out of your jeans pocket and opened the door.
I stood at the open door and did not know what to do. The room was dark, but you put your hand on my lower back and nudged me slightly, giving me confidence, and I stepped into the darkness. You came in after me, closing the door behind us. The light of the corridor, which at least a little helped to navigate in space, disappeared and ceased to illuminate the room and, in the resulting darkness, it was impossible to see absolutely nothing.
The room was stuffy. I felt your presence. We were both breathing heavily. You turned on the light. He flooded the whole room. The light was soft and not harsh at all, but it made me squint. After a couple of seconds my eyes got used to it, and I was able to see the room. The first thing that caught my eye was the large bed. Then his gaze slid around the perimeter. There were two armchairs, a coffee table, and a desk on which there was another bottle of wine and two glasses. The windows were covered with curtains of thick, dark fabric.
The gaze involuntarily returned to the indecently large bed. The first time I did not notice that there were some things lying on it, I turned to you, and you nodded to me with an approving look. I went closer to the bed, my heart fluttering in my chest, and my legs gave way. Now you could see everything that was on it. A silver chain snaked across the bed and led to a leather strap. “Collar …” – a loud echo sounded in my head. Nearby lay a whip, handcuffs, a rope, a bottle of massage oil and a butt plug.
With trembling fingers I provate along the chain of the collar, goose bumps ran through my body again. You planned everything. The awareness of the situation was maddening. I felt like a gentle butterfly caught in a spider’s web. I fell into a trap.
– Take off your clothes. – you said imperiously.
I shuddered in surprise and turned to you, but you were not at the door, you were sitting in one of the chairs and watching me. Stubborn burning eyes. Hungry and greedy. Lustful and depraved. You stared at me, frozen in anticipation. I began to recover from the wine, my mind cleared slightly from the stressful situation. And I decided to play by your rules.
First, I unbuckled the strap at my waist and dropped it to the floor, then I slid my hands over my thighs, collecting the hem of the dress and pulling it up, pulling it, exposing my body. A satisfied smile spread across your face.
Then I just followed your commands. Unconditionally. With complete obedience and submission.
“Leave the shoes”
“Give me the collar”
“Come closer”
“Look into my eyes”
“On your knees”
I knelt down in front of you, right between your legs, without looking away. The cold collar touched my neck and closed tightly around it. Goose bumps ran through my body. It became hard to breathe, not because the collar was buttoned too tight, but because of your power over me.
– Unbuckle the belt. I want you to put it in your mouth.
You spoke very calmly, in a slightly hoarse voice. You enjoyed my obedience more than ever. I, with still trembling hands, first unbuttoned the belt on my jeans, then the button, then slowly the zipper. The cold chain of the collar dangled downward, touching my chest. The papillae were hard, and the chest was covered with goose bumps. You liked this view.
You helped me to lower your pants, and when I saw your excited penis, I just asked:
– Can I?
You did not answer, but took it in your hand and began to jerk off, right in front of me. Slow. Leisurely. You knew I loved to suck. I love to feel it in my mouth. I love your cum and when you cum. You teased me. This was more than understandable. I licked my lips and then bit them with a pleading look. You reached out with your hand to the collar chain and pulled it on, I leaned forward slightly and pressed my lips to the head.
– Suck. – you said dryly, giving me permission.
I immediately wrapped my lips around the head and obeyed the command, with each movement touching my lips to your fingers, which still held the penis. You leaned back slightly in your chair, rolling your eyes. A wave of pleasure swept over you, your whole body. You waited too long for this, even from the corridor of our apartment, but you couldn’t lose control. Under no circumstances will you yield today. A couple more of my movements and you pulled sharply on the chain and pulled me to you, pushing the penis as deep as possible into my mouth. Tears came to my eyes, the movement was very sharp and unexpected.
Pressing my collar, you froze, froze in my mouth, penetrating into the very neck. Freezing in this position, you began to lean forward with your hips, trying to penetrate into my mouth even deeper. I didn’t resist, absolutely. I felt and knew what you want. You wanted to make me your slave. A submissive, trouble-free whore who will do whatever you want and then ask for more.
Then you let me go, giving me a moment to catch my breath and got up from the chair, stood in front of me and pulled up the collar again. I immediately opened my mouth, and you did not keep yourself waiting. Penetrating into it completely, you began to fuck me, deeply and sharply. Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I obediently accepted it all, I understood that it was impossible to resist, that it would only get worse. Tears ran down your cheeks, but it turned you on even more. No resistance.
Suddenly you began to pull the collar in the other direction, pulling away from the penis and let go of me. Wiping the smeared lipstick and tears with the back of my hand, I got up from my knees. You took off your pants completely, unbuttoned your shirt and got rid of it too.
– Get up on the bed with crustaceans and close your eyes.
Another order that was immediately executed. I knelt on the bed and pressed my chest against it, performing the perfect backbend that you like so much. You walked over to the bed, sitting between my legs. You took something, by the rustling I could not determine what exactly it was. I suspected that it was a whip, and that a noble punishment awaited me.
A moment’s misunderstanding of what was happening, but then your hand touched my ass and slid to my wet pussy. Immediately penetrating into it with two fingers, checking it for moisture. Satisfied grin. I was insanely wet, grease flowed down my legs, almost to my knees. You took out your fingers and ran your palm over the pussy, and then several times slapped right on it. This made me cry out and squeeze my legs slightly. I expected you to get angry, but you didn’t say anything, but only slapped it approvingly several times. This time I didn’t even twitch.
You lubricated my ass with wet fingers and at the same second began to insert a cold plug into it, brazenly pushing it into a tight hole. I screamed out of pain, for which I immediately received a slap on the ass.
– Another swook and I will hurt you even more. – You cut short.
– Excuse me, my lord, I didn’t on purpose.
It made you smile, but you were still angry. The cork, having overcome strong resistance, penetrated inside. And again I groaned involuntarily, unable to restrain myself. With all my nature, I felt how angry you were that I did not obey, that I dared to go against your words. But there was no spanking, and this was even more alarming. You walked away and you were gone for a while, there was a rustling sound, but I did not dare to open my eyes. I was still standing on the bed with a crustacean, pressing my chest against it, all wet and with a cork in my ass.
– Open your mouth, slut. – And I opened it. With a sharp movement, you shoved a bundle of some fabric into it, after a couple of seconds, I realized that these were my own wet panties, which were waiting in the wings, being in my purse.
– Now no one will hear you, do you understand? No more sound. Nobody should know but me what a whore you are. Don’t you dare moan, otherwise I will tighten your collar so that you will suffocate and faint, do you understand me?
I just nodded my head, clutching my own panties in my mouth. You settled in behind again, guiding me a little with your hand so that I spread my legs wider, which I did. Your hand slid from the shoulder blades, repeating the curve of the body, pressing me closer to the bed, getting closer to the ass. The sound of a slap cut through the silence like a blade. Heat poured over her ass. The impromptu gag did a good job and my muffled moan was almost inaudible.
– Much better, clever.
Immediately after these words, another slap followed, followed by another, stronger one. Tears flowed again, it was unbearably painful, but I did not dare to moan. You liked my obedience, the realization that I would do and endure whatever you wanted, intoxicated your mind. Unable to restrain yourself any longer, you forcefully and abruptly entered me. In one motion, at once to the full depth. We both expected this.
You froze for a couple of seconds, enjoying, then slightly leaned back and again jerked into such a wet and desired pussy. The sensations were covered with a stormy wave, my head was spinning, and your hands were tightly wrapped around my ass. You began to move, slowly but surely, in large movements, for the entire length of the penis, gradually accelerating. My moans were barely audible, you were very pleased that I was obedient. In fact, it was absolutely unimportant to you and even did not care if they heard us or not. All you cared about was that I did the way you want me to. And I did just fine.
Your movements became a little softer and smoother, you leaned over me, clinging to me, and whispered right in my ear:
– What a good bitch I have, you can only dream of such a slave. Your master is very pleased with you. Open your mouth.
Your hand slid to my cheek, and, hugging my chin, your fingers grabbed the hem of my panties. and you slowly took them out, while not stopping to move, whispered again:
– So, good girl … Just be quiet, they shouldn’t hear us … And now you have to prove to me that I was not mistaken in you. I want you to cum right now … Come on, cum for me.
Your voice trembled with excitement, your phrases were cut off by languid sighs. In fact, I was already ready to cum for a long time, but it was impossible without your permission.
– Show me how submissive you are, come on, finish …
– Yes … – I whispered barely audibly and my body was engulfed in a wave of goose bumps.
I was overwhelmed by an orgasm, I began to tremble, but you only grabbed me tighter, pressing your hand to your tummy and continued to slowly penetrate me. My state drove you crazy, you barely held back so as not to accelerate, make me cum again and finish with me, but no, it’s not time yet. Gradually, your movements slowed down and after a while you first stopped, and then completely pulled your penis out of me. He was all wet, all covered in my grease. You pulled away from me, evaluating the presented picture. Trembling legs, also all in grease, an alluring ass with a shimmering crystal, disheveled hair, smeared red lipstick.
– Take out the cork, honey … Only slowly so that I can see …
Your trembling voice made me moan again, I felt how excited you were and it intoxicated my mind. With a trembling hand, I reached for the cork and wrapped my fingers around it. At first I pressed it lightly, and then pulled and returned it back. Your sigh said what you like and I continued. I again took it out a little and pressed it, then again, taking it out almost completely and inserting it into the ass. Your hand gently covered mine, making it clear that now is the time to reach completely.
When the cork left the ass, you let go of my hand and ran your fingers along the hole itself, going down to the pussy, collecting the lubricant and returning back. Your fingers first slid along the hole, and then slowly with one finger you penetrated the narrow ass. Even after the cork, the finger came in very tightly. You took the massage oil and spilled it straight from the bottle on my ass. The cool oil made it feel good, I feel la, as it flows down streams on my skin, on the ass straight to the pussy.
You settled down behind me again, and the head touched my hole, with your left hand you took the chain of the collar and wound it around your fist, pulling it a little. Slightly holding my thigh, you pressed and smoothly began to penetrate into me. Then you again pressed against my back and barely touched my shoulder with your lips. After all that is happening, your tenderness just knocked the ground out from under your feet. I trembled again, and you gently put your right hand under my chest and gently clasping it, began to squeeze, massaging. Your lips wandered over the shoulder blades and shoulders, rising higher to the neck, ear, cheek … You kissed me, drove your tongue over the skin, leaving wet marks, and when you went up to your ear began to whisper:
– Shhh … Hush, little, everything is fine … You are so clever … Come on, I know you want…
And as soon as you felt my trembling, your movements became much more confident. You pulled a little away from me, pulling on the collar, strangling, even though I was already choking in orgasm. It became absolutely impossible to breathe in the eyes darkened.
You were losing your head. An unconditional, endless, limitless sense of power, ownership and possession. Each time your movements became more assertive and harsh, no matter what.
– What are you sweet … and narrow … and all of mine … – you repeated, drinking your fingers into my thigh, leaving burgundy spots on it.
Sometimes your hand loosened the grip on the collar, allowing me to breathe. It seemed that the oxygen made my head spin even more. The pace was changing. From very fast to excruciatingly slow penetrations, or even jolts. Orgasms overwhelmed me one by one, but you did not give me a single second to recover.
Then, unable to restrain yourself any longer, you leaned on me with your whole body, pressing me to the bed, kissing and biting my neck until sucking. Another moment and with my whole body I felt powerful, hot streams of sperm that filled all of me. After several strong shocks, you froze in my ass, gasping for breath from your own orgasm and saying at the same time: “mmm … yes, my girl …”. I lost track of time, my state was half-conscious, everything was like a fog.
Taking out a penis, you pulled away from me in order to once again evaluate the presented picture. The sperm flowed out of the ass, flowing down the pussy, then down the wet legs. Then your gaze slid along the marks that remained from your palms. Just great.
You let me recover a little, all I could do was roll over onto my back. I just lay there, breathing heavily with my eyes closed. You stood up and was surprised at how your own legs were trembling, a pleasant weakness spread throughout your body. You poured wine into one glass and returned to my bed, after carefully removing my shoes. Holding my hand, you helped me to rise and held out the glass. My hands didn’t obey and I didn’t even have enough strength to hold him. Noticing this, you grabbed my hand and helped me take a sip, after which you took a sip yourself.
A familiar feeling, as then in a restaurant. It seemed that a thousand years had passed since that moment, although in fact no more than an hour and a half had passed. I looked up at you, met yours and shyly smiled a tired smile. You leaned forward and kissed me tenderly. The taste of the wine mingled with the taste of our lips, and the kiss made them both dizzy again. I grabbed you by the neck and pulled you to me. You lay down next to me, covering us with the edge of the bedspread, and the bed was never made. Passing his hand under my neck, he hugged me behind the back and hugged me tightly. My hand slid from your belly, higher up your chest, reaching up to your cheek and covering it. I reached for your lips again.
– It seems that we didn’t use all the props… You were too obedient girl, it’s a sin to punish, there’s nothing to complain about…” you whispered with a smile and slight annoyance, kissing my temple.
– You know that this is only the beginning, sweetheart … – with the last bit of strength, I whispered back, falling asleep in your arms.
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