I always dreamed of obeying a man, to be a thing for him. I visited a lot of thematic sites, learning more about this topic. And so I decided to give an announcement about the search for the master. There were many letters, but most of all I liked one very meaningful letter. There, the gentleman told about himself why he needed this relationship, what awaits me, what should I prepare and so on.
In general, I answered him and we began to actively correspond. Then the conversation moved to ICQ, and then we phoned him and agreed on the meeting. It so happened that we lived almost nearby. And as I was ordered, I came to his house and began to wait. He left the entrance and came up to me. I greeted him, expecting him to invite me to him, but I was mistaken, he invited me to take a walk.
He told me beautiful words, told me what kind of rich fantasy he had, how good I will be with him and much more that I melted from. The gentleman told me that he wants with his slave of legalized relationships, so he suggested that I think, and the next day I agree whether I agree or not. I was excited by the idea that my legitimate husband would rule me, and I will only silently fulfill his commands.
Although it seemed strange to me that he immediately offered to go to the registry office, but I liked the unknown and extremeness, especially since I really liked him, and I immediately agreed to wait for tomorrow. Perhaps hurried, but then I did not understand this, I just wanted to belong to someone, forgetting about my will. Since the gentleman wants legal relations, then this is an order. And it excited me that after the painting we would be legal spouses, which means I could not get away from him so simple, it means to be my slave forever.
The same day we came to the registry office and filed a statement. But it turned out that you can sign it no earlier like a month. And all this month we just met, without any intimacy and any orders on his part. He told me that I will find out all the charm of submission when I put my signature in the registry office. And I was looking forward to this day.
And then, finally, this day has come. I dressed festively: a short light dress with transparent stockings, long -heeled sandals and a bunch of various jewelry. We met at the registry office. He was dressed in everyday clothes: jeans and a T -shirt. We entered the registry office and put our signatures. And then the gentleman suddenly said: “Come on, whore!”I felt a little uncomfortable, because the aunt heard it, in the room of which we were sitting. I blushed and silently went out for my husband. As soon as we left the registry office, he slapped me in the face.
– What are you, scum, do not answer me?!
I just looked at him silently, not understanding what he was holding back tears from a sharp blow.
– I told you “let’s go, whore,” and you should answer “I obey, sir,” he explained to me, and harshly threw: “get used to it, Suchara!
I lowered my eyes and said quietly: “Sorry, sir”.
Then we arrived home. He allowed me to quickly go to her and pick up at least a few things. To this he gave me exactly ten minutes. But my house was located two kilometers, so I did not have time to meet this time. I already took the most basic of clothes so as not to linger for a long time. But I was late for twenty minutes.
My master was very angry with me and from the threshold began to beat me with a belt. I fell, but he ordered to kneel down, and when I got up, the blows resumed. He beat five strokes in every minute of delay. It turns out that he had done a hundred blows to me. I barely endured it. Then he ordered to undress and began to dictate his rules to me:
– I should always be naked at home, even in the presence of strangers;
– I am forbidden to get up from my knees, if there was no order of the master;
– I am forbidden to go to the toilet more than twice a day, and even then every trip to the toilet must be earned;
– I am forbidden to sleep for more than five hours a day;
– I am obliged to call my husband only a gentleman or master;
– I am obliged to impenetously comply with all the orders of the master;
– I must silently endure all the mockery over me;
– I am forbidden to contact the master without permission;
– I am forbidden to have my will and desires.
After the words said, he ordered me to suck. I grabbed his fly excited with my fingers and wanted to unfasten it, but I instantly received a slap in the face.
– You, whore! He shouted. – From now on, you must do everything with your plowman! I understood, a whore?!
– Yes, sir, – I answered. – Excuse me.
I grabbed a lightning castle with my teeth and began to unfasten the fly, then a button, and then pulled its underpants with my teeth. A member was impressive in front of my face. I have never had to take in my mouth and I carefully clamped his cock with my lips, then slowly began to drive his tongue along his head. The member began to rise and I accelerating the pace of began to suck. The gentleman grabbed my hair and began to put me deeper more.
It lasted quite a long time. As soon as he felt that an orgasm was approaching, he torn my head from his penis, and then again shoved into my mouth. This lasted two hours. I was very tired of this procedure and it became disgusted to me, but I understood that I myself went on and now I was obliged to endure it. I was afraid and pitch with him, and to say my protest … After two hours, he finished the blowjob. I licked all the sperm from his penis and did not expect that after her, urine was in my mouth.
– Drink, whore fucking! He ordered.
I obeyed, holding back the gag reflex. And he grinned:
– Now it will be like this every day!
“And where is the same romantic to which he was to this day?”I thought.
Then he took my hair and said that I was going to cook his food, and then cleaned up the house. I performed everything. Then, for the sake of entertainment, he beat me again with a belt, stuffed my socks into my mouth and ordered to stand on the bridge. So I stood until the evening. Then the master urinated in my mouth and allowed him to go to bed.
That was the first day of slavery. The subsequent ones went along the same scenario. I cooked, washed, cleaned, sucked, licked, served as a toilet and ashtray, received blows. I was allowed to go out on the street, dressing like a whore. For each penny spent in the store, I reported in full. I brought the whole salary to the master.
I have been allowed only from the bowl of dry food. I used to work in a bank in a financial department, but in the outfit whores have not worked there for a long time, I was fired. The gentleman ordered me to get two works at once, so that there was more money, and to mock me. In addition to me, he had other slaves who came to him for a couple of hours.
I was even forbidden to get even a short cooney from them. Only I did everything that they or the gentleman would order them. Over time, slaves began to come to the master. And again I had to suck, lick anal, drink their urine, licking legs and get hard fucking. Once I told the master that I wanted to leave, but I was very beaten for this and now I was afraid to say something to him at all.
After all, for every unhanged word, he could deprive me of sleep or food. But now I have already completely reconciled with my position and drink urine, suck a member, I lick my ass, lick my sweaty legs. I’m just a thing for the owner. And year after year every day I go only twice to the toilet per day. It happens that I do not deserve permission to go out of need, then I can usually suck, for which I am waiting for the gentle hand of the master.
At first I managed to go to the toilet at work, but then the gentleman bought me a belt. Yes, I am a whore, a bitch, a whore, a scum, a cockyss, a toilet, a zopopoliz, I am a slave that regrets that I agreed to this role. But I also want to command, I also want to be licked to me. If I will be mistress, then hold on my slave, I will come off on you in full. You will be my toilet, you will swallow my urine and eat my shit. You will be ashtray and litter for my feet. I will fuck you without lubrication. You will receive my boots by your eggs. With your language you will pour Sartyr. I will humiliate you with strangers.
I will take all the documents. And only once a day you will go to the toilet if you deserve. I will allow sleep only a day in a day. And you know how it hurts to get on the crotch of a hot metal ruler simply because you cannot bite yourself by the elbow? And you know how to feel the hot nail in the ass simply because you cannot touch your nose with your tongue? And you will get what to get five hundred beats per day? And you know what your Blovotin is simply to please the owner? Perhaps you will say that this is not possible, but you are deeply mistaken, I know.
Well, slaves, all this awaits you, only if I leave this slavery. In fact, I write this by order of the master. He came up with a new way to humiliate me. He wants as many people as possible to mock me. It is not even necessary to give me a mouth or fuck me. You can just come and beat me or just laugh.
I am still ashamed to humiliate myself with outsiders, this is what the master likes. Especially for this, he allowed me to create a mailbox on Yandex. Write, mock me. It may sound stupid, but the fact is that if you have to mock me at least a hundred in the flow of a month, then another beating awaits me. So the master came up with. please, write to me. Please. Mail: [email protected]
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