Nastya quietly entered the living room and handed me a small piece of paper. She just checked e -mail and brought a message that we were looking forward to the last week. It was a task from Dmitry, my teacher and its master. Tonight we had to take place on the next Internet lesson.
« Igor, I sent our slave a list with instructions that she should prepare in the evening. Look at it and check that everything is done in full accordance with my instructions. Otherwise, the weights that you will attach to the rings in her nipples will make her in the future be more closely. Meet at 9 pm in our chat for further instructions. Together we will give our slave a lot of new sensations and teach that everything that comes to her from you comes from me. In the meantime, relax and let her prepare. Your teacher, Dmitry.»
I spent the rest of the evening like on needles. I took a shower and tried not to pay attention to what Nastya does. I saw how she wears something in our room, and barely restrained himself from the temptation to go there and look at her preparations. Water poured in the bathroom. Nastya spent there, it seems, an eternity. I can’t imagine what she did there, but the expectation began to drive me crazy.
I must say that our life has changed dramatically from the very first meeting with Dima. We both understood that I needed the advice of someone more experienced for teaching Nastya’s humility and submission. I needed someone who would « allowed »to do what she wanted so much. And what I myself would never dare to harm her because of fear. And besides, Nastya passionately wanted to transfer control over herself in the hands of someone who could deliver her pleasure, and pleasure mixed with pain.
Dima helped us both – Nastya to become more submissive, and to me – to become the best owner for her. Therefore, we are so impatiently, although with some fear, we were waiting for our rare lessons.
A few minutes up to 9 I entered the room. Nastya kneel on a small pillow next to the table, her wrists and ankles were handcuffed. She was completely naked, her hair is neatly stabbed on top, on her face – barely noticeable makeup. Our sex toys of all stripes lined up on the table. I literally burned out with impatience to start the game, but the matter first of all: taking the list compiled by Dima, I deleted the point by the point, noting their implementation. Nastya turned out to be a good student: all the necessary devices stood in place, her crotch was cleanly shaved, makeup and hairstyle were present. Made. On the last point, enema, I had to believe her for the word. Everything, everything is done. We are ready to start.
I connected to the Internet and clicked on the link leading to a private chat, access to which had several dozen people sharing our interests. This place was perfect for classes with Dima – here no one was going to put us sticks in the wheels or discuss what we are doing.
When I began to pick up a greeting on the keyboard, Nastya’s breath, kneeling with my back to the screen, increased. She could not see what Dima writes and what instructions he gives me. This made my wife strain even more and, despite the fact that we both perfectly understood who was her real master, brought the illusion that I was using her only alone.
Igor – Dmitry: Good evening, owner. Nastya fulfilled all your instructions. She learned not to ask questions, but to obey implicitly. But, between us, I think she deserves a little punishment. How about attaching small weights to her nipples?
Dmitry – Igor: Good evening, Igor. MAYBE YOU ARE RIGHT. I will think about it a little later, as well as other punishments, which she also will not like. But this is later. She is in a position?
Igor – Dmitry: Yes, she is ready. Kneeling back to the screen. She sees nothing that we are talking about. Where do you want to start?
Over the past few lessons, I realized that Dima thinks through every virtual meeting to details. That’s why he knows exactly what needs to be included in the list for Nastya. Looking around, I had some guesses about what we will do today – the expectation of the unknown tormented me no less than my wife.
Dmitry – Igor: Make her sink on all fours. Tell her that she is a slave and is completely in the mercy of her master. Semi of her breasts: Start with the base and clutching your palms, go down. Get the rings in her nipples. Then check her vagina and let me know when she will flow.
Igor – Dmitry: Yes, teacher. I START.
I walked away from the table and stood in front of Nastya. Having kissed her on the lips, I put her on all fours, as Dima said.
– You are my slave. A slave that I will use as I want.
Grasping her left breast and squeezing her strongly, I began to finish her, leading her palm from the base of her chest to a dark swollen nipple. Repeating so five times, I did the same and with my right chest Nastya. Delicate skin under my hands blushed greatly from a rush of blood. Bending a little, I ran a finger over her labia, checking if she flowed. Finally, after a few minutes, when Nastya began to moan quietly from excitement, I checked again – and now – the first signs that she enjoys – on my fingers.
I stopped and moved away from her. A sigh of disappointment has become the best music for me. I knew her erogenous zones and how they need to influence them. Her breasts were on this list on one of the upper positions – about the same as the feet, the massage of which she adored.
“You can thank me for the pleasure, bitch,” I said, knowing that Dima would definitely ask if she expressed her gratitude properly.
Her hoarse voice pronouncing the words of gratitude to me and Dmitry, started me even more. Damn, how difficult it is to restrain yourself when your only desire is to fuck your slave to unconsciousness. But this is what Dima teaches me – control, control and once again control.
Igor – Dmitry: Our whore has already flowed. Yes, and yet – she thanked us as it should.
Dmitry – Igor: Excellent. Now take the rope, which she laid on the floor next to me, and stretch through the rings in her nipples. Pull the rope down until her breasts touch the floor, and then tightly tie its ends to the handcuffs on the ankles of this bitch. The rope should be stretched strongly so that it does not sag anywhere. Tell me when you finish.
Igor – Dmitry: Okay, teacher.
I again moved away from the table, and, following the instructions of Dima, immediately discovered a small rope, almost invisible under the pillow on which Nastya stood. It seems to be easy to say – stretch the rope through the rings and pull down. But when you see red tense nipples in front of you, the temptation to grab them with your fingers, start pulling, biting, tormenting so large that it is difficult to focus on something else. Nevertheless, I overcame my desire and did everything as it should. Her weak moan, when I pulled the rope down, made my heart hide more often. Binding the ends of the rope to handcuffs on her legs, I noticed that a small drop of moisture in her crotch has now turned into a small stream flowing out of the vagina. Yes, apparently, Nastya liked it, and not just liked it – it was wildly exciting her.
Having tightened the knots tightly, I gently stroked my wife on the back, feeling her body relaxed under my arm. And right away, as it should be every time I do something new with her, it doesn’t matter whether it gives her this pleasure or not, her gratitude to me and Dima.
Igor – Dmitry: Teacher Dmitry, it is tied, as you indicated: the ass is raised up, the rope is tightly stretched from the nipples to the ankles to the ankles. We are waiting for further instructions.
Dmitry – Igor: stroke a little whore for me. It is very fun to play with her.
Dmitry – Igor: Now take a red lipstick on the table and write on her buttocks in large letters « whore ». Tell her how she looks with this word on the ass. Say that now everyone in our chat and on the site will look at her in this form. Any person who has looked here will see her. Let me know how she will react. Although I already guess what her reaction will be ~ grin ~
Igor – Dmitry: Yes, teacher.
Lipstick also lay on the table. Opening it, I turned to Nastya:
– You are a little bitch, so you should mark you all to know this.
When I started to write in her ass, she jerked a little, because of which the first letter I had a little skewed. A sharp jerk of the rope tied to her nipples immediately made her sit quietly.
“What are you writing there,” she did not endure, until I diligently brought the letters on her ass.
“That you are a whore,” I answered. – Everyone will find out who you are really. Everyone who is sitting in chat now. Anyone who wants to go to the site. Absolutely everyone will know this. And what do you think about it?
At first I saw in her eyes a slight panic, which soon changed its place to realize that now it seems to be the opportunity to be as depraved as she always wanted, while maintaining a certain privacy.
A smile slowly appeared on her lips:
– This is true. What else can I say? I’m a real whore.
I nodded and turned to the computer. It’s time to reveal the surprise that Dima and I prepared for Nastya. I had to make a decision: to share our games with the whole world or save it all for yourself. Some time ago, Dima asked me to install a webcam so that everyone could see how we have fun. Then this proposal sounded tempting and erotic, but now, when everything was supposed to happen in reality, I began to doubt.
For some time I, thinking, sat above the keyboard. Thoughts randomly replaced one another. What if our friends or work colleagues see it? What if relatives see us? There will be no way back – it will no longer be impossible to return the file. It was a big step.
I turned and looked again at Nastya, standing on his knees, with elongated hard nipples, from which there was a rope to her ankles, with large red letters across the buttocks. Suddenly I made a decision and began to quickly knock on the keys.Igor – Dmitry: inscription on the spot, teacher. Nastya reacted exactly as you assumed. And yet – to be honest, I’m not sure if I’m ready for the next step that we planned.
Dmitry – Igor: I understand, it’s not easy. Maybe a bandage will help you? Her face will not be visible, but from this she will not cease to be a slave for all those present here. Think about it while you consolidate clothespins on her labia – two on each. And don’t forget – she will have to thank you.
Bandage! After all, she can really hide her face! Yes, only now I realized how much I want to show everyone my Nastya. It really was a great way out.
Since there were no bandages on the Dimin list, I left the room. Nastya breathed rapidly. Her curiosity prevailed over humility, and she hoarsely asked:
– What are you looking for? I forgot something? – in her voice, the desire to be punished for a perfect missing. Well, I think she will not really like what I prepared for her for different stupid questions.
Seeing how I return back with a bandage in my hands, Nastya relaxed. She must have thought that I was going for something really scary. Pulling a black strip of fabric on its back of the head with a knot, I whispered:
– Don’t worry, you have not forgotten about anything. Just a slight change in plans. You see, Dmitry wants to show you on the network. I think you would not be happy if everyone saw your face when we use you. Therefore, I asked for a small favor – this bandage. And for asking questions – you will get deserved now.
Nastya, stunned by what she heard, froze motionless. Probably, for two or three minutes passed, for which I managed to take the clothespin from the table before she came to my senses from shock:
– No! You can’t do that!
Forgetting about the rope tied to her nipples, she jerked sharply from indignation, from which her already tense and swollen breasts stretched out even more. Nastya cried out in pain and moaned loudly, returning to the previous pose. She was trembling with indignation.
– Can. And now we will do so.
Saying this, I took out a webcam from the box, connected all the wires and loaded the desired program. I still could not believe what would happen now. Put my wife like some street whore, for public display on the Internet! I was very excited, and a quick glance at Nastya’s crack convinced me that all her protests were half a game.
Igor – Dmitry: I blindfolded her eyes with a bandage and talked about our plans. She dared to discuss our actions and deserves punishment. I can turn on the camera before I attach clothespins.
Dmitry – Igor: I’ll think about a suitable punishment. Yes, turn on the camera. Everyone is just burning with impatience, they want to see the whore we are working on now.
Igor – Dmitry: Okay, teacher.
So Nastya was the first time in virtuality.
I pressed the necessary keys, and her image, with painted buttocks and tied nipples, appeared on my screen. Literally after a second it was already on the Internet, on the most prominent place of our chat. I was chained to the chair. What have I done? On the screen open to everyone and everyone, my wife was naked, on her knees, with large swollen nipples, with a bandage covering the entire upper part. On a beautiful ass – a large inscription by lipstick « whore ».
I involuntarily held my breath, Nastya shuddered and bent my head as low as possible to the floor, the paint of shame flooded her whole body, from head to heels. She looked so innocent, and at the same time so excitingly, so sexy that I hardly restrained myself so as not to pounce on her.
Bending so that my face remains behind the scenes, I touched the nasty crotch. I felt how she was trembling, and I understood how it was not easy for her all this – to provide us with complete control not only over her body, but also entirely over himself. I gently spread her labia to the sides and attached two clothespins to them. She blurred in pain, and I looked at her image, which at that time diverged through the wires around the world. I lost control of myself. I wanted to fuck her so much!
Dmitry – Igor: you do it great. Gorgeous show, we all enjoy. She really is as wet as it seems?
Igor – Dmitry: Yes, teacher, this is so. And not only she – it seems to me that I will explode now. But time has not come yet?
Behind I heard Nastya groaning quietly in pain. I reached out to caress her, but my hand stopped halfway. Now that Dima can see everything that I do, I also had to obey him. In this sense, together we transferred control over ourselves into the hands of the owner.
Dmitry – Igor: fix the clothespin with tape. I can’t wait to look into her vagina. I want you to insert your finger into it, and then slowly pulled it out so that its juices remain on it.
Igor – Dmitry: Okay, teacher.
Dima thought about everything – the tape was lying on the table too. With a sharp sound that made Nastya startle scrupulously, pulling the rope attached to her exhausted nipples, I tore off a small piece of adhesive tape. With its help, I firmly attached clothespins to my wife’s hips, wide opening her wet gap. After that, I ran a finger over her swollen lips and a solid clitoris, smiling that Nastya moaned already from the pleasure of the pain. Having immersed my finger deep into its open squelching gap, I led them between her buttocks so that Dima could see it.
Dmitry – Igor: Great little whore. So wet. She looks so depraved on this floor. Tell her this while you spread anal balls with gel. I know what you have to choose from. I think that today we will need the largest.
Igor – Dmitry: Yes, teacher.
Now I began to tremble with excitement. The balls that Dima spoke about were actually big. And the whole world will now see how they slip into my wife’s little ass! I took them in my hand. There were only three of them on the rope, but which ones were almost like a golf ball! We bought them jokingly, not assuming that someday we will use them.
“The owner Dmitry chose large,” my voice trembled when I told her how depraved her was Dima and the rest of our friends in the chat.
Nastya, all, squeezing with fear, tried to pull away from me, but the pain in the nipples made her return to her former place. Squeezing a little gel on her anus, I heard a long moan. I am not my own from wild excitement, I began to press the first huge ball into her compressed back hole.
“Relax, and everything will go well,” I promised her.
Submitting to my strong pressure, her anal hole slowly opened and literally swallowed a round object, immediately closed around the rope again. I looked at the screen – the image of her butt with the two remaining balls hanging from the anus, fascinated. It was perfectly seen how wet was her wide open gap – the juices literally flowed from it.
Dmitry – Igor: Do not forget to reward her for this success. And make sure she thanked us.
Igor – Dmitry: Okay, teacher.
I reached out between the clothespins to the open clitoris of Nastya and snapped it slightly with a finger:
– What should the owner Dmitry be told and for me for pleasure?
– Thank you, the owner Igor and the owner Dmitry for the pleasure – her voice was even more hoarse than before.
Even before Nastya finished her proposal, I began to enter the second ball into her anus. Her last word came out with a low laryngeal groan. It seems to me that I groaned too when her ass sucked inside and the second huge ball. I touched her clitoris again and rubbed him with a finger. Nastya’s vagina juices have already begun to drip on the pillow on which she stood.
Her voice was barely heard when she said:
– Thank you, owner Igor and owner Dmitry for the pleasure.
Nastya breathed heavily, her skin was covered with droplets of sweat. For several minutes I watched her on the screen, more and more proud of her. Let the whole world watch how she shudders with pain and pleasure – this is my whore, my wife, and it started me to madly.
This was one of the things that Dima taught me: not only control over Nastya’s body and thoughts, but also control over his own desires. My goal is not to fuck Nastya, even as hard as possible. To control ourselves as well as our slave, until we both reach the final point – this is the true goal.
Dmitry – Igor: a little whore likes this. Let’s see how wet it is. Insert the last ball into her ass. Then slowly start pulling them back. I still do not want you to pull them completely – let it feel the pressure inside her ass.
Igor – Dmitry: Yes, teacher.
Before the last ball into the flooring of the ass, I led them a little along her clutching hole, after which I pressed it inside with a sharp movement. The muscles of her sphincter reluctantly dispersed again, and the ball fell into the depths of her filled anus.
I wanted to praise Nastya, and I wrapped my fingers with my fingers, the clitoris swollen from a tide. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but did not say anything. My wife was not here now, she all went into her feelings, in her feelings, blurred by wild lust and severe pain. She continued to tremble with excitement, pulling everything and pulling the rope, which tightly connects her red strained nipples with handcuffs on ankles. I pulled the tip of the rope hanging from the anus of Nastya, and her small anus immediately sighed, not wanting to get a big ball out of myself. Nastya moaned.
Dmitry – Igor: now she can finish.
Igor-Dmitry: Okay, teacher. Can I finish too?
Dmitry-Igorye: as you want. Just lower the inscription on her ass.
I quickly threw off my underpants, finally freeing my huge swollen member. Turning to Nastya, I began to caress her with a vengeance, leading her to the highest point, the final orgasm, which should be a peak of pleasure and pain for her at the same time.I pulled the balls that burst out its anus, without pulling them out. I fiddled with her large clitoris, pulled her behind a tightly stretched rope between the nipples and handcuffs on the legs, and each of my movements brought her climax closer and closer closer. As the tension increased, her quiet sighs and groans switched to prolonged cries. I felt that I was on the very edge of the orgasm. From time to time I cast quick glances at the monitor, where, open to the whole world, my naked wife trembled and wriggled from excitement.
And finally, when a brief moment of the lull came, always advancing in front of orgasm, I pulled out the first ball from Nastya’s rear passage with a sharp movement. The explosion was instant. Her body was literally arched by an arc. Meanwhile, I continued to pull out, already much slower, the remaining two balls from her anus. Her huge clitoris pulsed and trembled finely, and the skin blushed from a rush of blood. Her orgasm seemed to be no end.
I stood above Nastya, with a tense member in my hand, and after only two or three movements my sperm covered her buttocks, written off by lipstick. Devastated to a drop, I watched on the monitor like my sperm, it seemed, was not going to stop, covering the round hemispheres of the nasty butt and draining down the bright red inscription.
Dmitry – Igor: Excellent. Just fine. But don’t forget about the punishment for her questions. I think if you leave the whore in this position for another half an hour so that we can watch it, this will be enough. Only in no case do not wipe her. I like to watch your sperm flows from her dirty ass.
I was able to answer only a minute or two after, when my breathing more or less returned to normal.
Igor – Dmitry: Yes, teacher. Thanks for your lesson. We will look forward to the next. I will leave Nastya here, as you indicated. GOODBYE.
I stroked Nastya on the back and said what punishment Dima chose for her. A second grimace of protest flashed on her face, but since her arms and legs were still shackled handcuffs and the rope still stretched the nipples, she had no choice but to reconcile. I knew that now she was very painful and after the end of this presentation she would need my help, so I filled the bath in advance and prepared a soothing bath for her exhausted nipples. Her knees, even taking into account the fact that she stood on the pillow, will be very sick. What can we say about her sensitive anus, which was invited by three huge balls. But I still have to unhook from her hips, which now holds clothespins, widely revealing her vagina.
All this time I continued to tell her what a good little whore she was, how much I love her and how proud she is.
After the time allotted by Dima for punishment passed, I took it to the bathroom and washed all of my head to my feet, putting all my love and tenderness into it. We did not talk too much about the experiment with the webcam, silently deciding that we would discuss this later. Before Nastya fell asleep, it seemed to me that she muttered to herself when the next lesson would take place. I hope soon.
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