Copyright by baendoff 08/2008
First Date
I want to tell you from Lisa, the only woman with whom I was ever assembled, the described himself as a slave. We had met through a personal ad. On our first date in a bistro, she tells me with a beam on her face that she had already gained experience as a slave and it was used to being fucked hard, even as long as they could think, that already in childhood in her parents' house. And I, all set to absorb information, am flabbergasted about once all that is entrusted me with this young woman, which I guess is to mid-20s, so naturally as if it were their favorite bread.
find parallel in my brain transfer processes take place, with the aim to find out whether this information is beneficial to recovery. And because first there was a certain skepticism, to say, I do not feel as particularly attractive. - Fairly large, 170 to the inch, this is more lean, more than about 55 kg. Just can not say that. She comes home from work, wearing a rather large pair of jeans and a baggy T-shirt. (We write August) rather graumäusig also their other appearance: brown with straw hair as they stepped cut like Mick Jagger, along with a slight overbite of the upper jaw with indicated Muckizähnchen, - well. In any event seems to want something from me, for she praises their properties as a slave as a quality product known to be very tolerant and resilient to submit to her is a deep need. At some point, the point has come when I must say - you will regret it if you have not tried. So I leave it for a while mumbling from her vacation, she was smitten by Norway and even fish caught there. ... But the States may, in which they would like to fly more often, if the flight was not always so expensive .... That would have to go on like this, so I wonder sometime abruptly: "Would you show me for today, what you've been in the pants" She falters briefly, as she is still on vacation, thinks, smiles and says then only "Yes". So I guess they feel at home with words to the whole thing on the tooth. She talks a lot and now not even ask before they even the right of the coffee is drunk, which I poured her: "What do I do now?". I reply: "pull you out!" You: "Where is the bathroom?" And off you go. It comes after a short time completely blank out of the bathroom and have their clothes carefully folded into a package together, that puts it on the sofa. She put her hands on her hips and puts on a look that will probably bring their Coolnes express what I do not like much.
Even though I'm really surprised by her character, I look away quickly, because I think the whole thing now too fast. Before I know what I wanted, I'm on my way to my chest and get out of the bottom drawer of my very old undershirt, Brand: "Shoot rib, sleeveless, so only with carriers. Unless you can follow me to my preferences, you will congratulate me on the idea to ask them to wear that thing. I am at least from this idea so much that I already own question: "Why is that?" Are extremely upset and they anherrsche: "Tell me you're Dom or Sub
From the corner of my eye I register as slowly attracting this vest and myself questioning look. I go get my coffee, go into the living room and ask them to follow me. Then I go up to her, saying: "I may not yet time ", grab the bottom of the hem of the undershirt and tighten it down. The fabric is old and can stretch up quickly, so that hands her the shirt quickly to near the bottom. I prefer just getting a little belly on the fabric, making it even there is a little further. She looks at me all the time aghast. Presumably you look that you are reading this now a bit puzzled and I have to declare that I belong to the male species for which visual stimuli are very important. Maybe it goes with me even a little more concerned than others. And so I must continue in the next section a little way because here we are already at a crucial point of my story: As an ugly duckling but a swan is kind of a firecracker or a hand grenade, just like it-you will.
catwalk.
I find myself so in the living room of my attic apartment. Informers would say in my studio. After all, this room has parquet flooring, large windows and well-30m / 2, even if the house is usually a little puny. As I sit with my coffee that is the side of one of the two director chairs, while a bit lost right in the room is, which is bathed in the evening sun. Except my undershirt and their uncertainty is high, which is written in her face. Presumably, they would radiate more security, if now a "real" Dom open his tool box and would see what lens he bolted to the Black and Decker to her so einzuheizen. But that's another topic.
A great miracle is that character! It is already established as large, almost gangly and does so a little androgynous, at least I've seen similar figures for transvestites. Long, straight legs, pretty little feet and a beautiful pale skin, apart from the known to the authorities certainly do not grow hair, which can be seen immediately. No evidence of weak connective tissue, as one suspects quickly with this construction. So she stands there, anxious, and do not know where her hands. By the shirt are emerging small pointed tits.
Can you imagine it as it stands there in the light? Since even fits the Mick - Jagger - hairdo. I set my coffee cup on the coffee table and tell her that she looks very beautiful. A satisfied smile on her face, but evaporates quickly when I say: "Would you leave a little bit, and so I can look at you - please" is set in motion slinks through the room, threw himself quickly around and says, "I can not do that" - "What does not?" - She looks around the room "Well this here!". "Say you're always so difficult?" I ask, Adding: "I think you have experience as a slave" Now she is embarrassed, rubbing his hands together and is where "I". Next they will not, because I got up, and say: "I am surprised that you have such a beautiful body - and I want to see in motion to me to enjoy it. Therefore you will now your feet nice and share each other and here go through the booth - if you want to do with me at all what - clearly "Meanwhile, I do it before what I mean, put one leg over exaggerated far before the other, my best to roll their hips. She observes, is contemplating well I briefly looked into the eyes, then on the ground. Have I gone too far, it is quite possible to go? Then a sigh, followed by "ok", I am very relieved.
So I sit back down and drink a sip of coffee. She looks at me, then back to himself on the ground and stalks off. Direct elegant it looks like not, almost a little laugh, as she is like a stork, the long legs of each other. But it's infinitely cool ", as movement occurs in this ass cheeks as they wobble. The shirt teeters back and forth and back and is again a view of a really nice small and probably quite firm butt, since it clearly stands out in profile and my undershirt while walking to life. She goes back and forth two or three times now and seems satisfied with her role as a model, probably because she realizes how much I her catwalk impressed. Then she stops and waits. I applaud, she smiles and immediately comes up to me when I approached waving with the index finger. She stands before me now and I say, "Would you show me your pussy?" And when she looks at me quizzically: "Pull your shirt up at the front." This makes them beautiful. Pulls the shirt front of the stomach and gives a view of a cunt, as I saw them rarely. Naked, that is shaved, which was not yet available and what can I say? - Impact how a Peach. With tight pants, they could actually keep for a transvestite, so they protrude. A peach with a slot - no more of labia minora, or to see the like - can swell not only my ears. "The picture is beautiful - you give it to me once in the hand?". I turn my right arm on the back of the director's chair and open my hand. When she sees that I make no move to lift the arm, it is actually easy to squat down and puts her pussy in my hand. I close my eyes and turn for a moment from the visual channel. How to describe the incredible turnout of such a pussy, on the one probably never very hair was shaved, and is also now good? I remember a joke from childhood in the head, in which a comparison is made with a horses mouth, I will not be produced here. Horse muzzles make no dry mouth, as I have it now. I keep my eyes closed and pick at this rich, soft pussy that is wet at the gap. "Huuuhhh that makes me now, but" it exclaims her lips. I stick my middle finger into the gap, which is acknowledged to me wheezing. Hot and wet feel my hand. I sites with the finger tip of the clitoris, massaging slowly. "Huhuu that makes me now ...", she screeches and stops. Your legs start to tremble slightly. "Stay as" I cry because I suspect that they will give up this position. Explore with her hands stop on her thighs, which she does not find. I share the right arm, it takes immediate and also the left. I massage her clitoris and move on now between two fingers in her pussy. I like this session, it has something dramatic with these legs trembling and her mouth gasping in my right ear. "To me it seems like to me it is the same, to me it is the same," is because I prayed in his ear what to stop and hit several times with his open hand on the cunt leaves. "Houuuhhuuu" It howls in my ear and I put the finger again in the cunt and start now, so, to finger her. To vary the whole, I dive away now and look for a bent position with my left hand to her ass. I feel the pressure of her body on my back, as it is with your hands probably can no longer hold true. While I explore with my left nor her butt and make my fingers in search of her anus, she suddenly moved her pelvis rhythmically fast, so that nothing from the search. In addition, I may withdraw my right hand because of the stooped posture is not easy, so that they can without my help, my two fingers in itself, is finished, what to me by a spasmodic contraction of her whole Body and her cunt tells denominated a "Houhhhhhh" will be accompanied. Then she goes before me on her knees, her head is in the right hand and tries to collect well. I wait a while to look up and start following dialogue: "Tell me, what was that?" - "What" - "What - Art thou come," "Yeah sure, why do you ask" Who gave you which allowed for "- pause" None "" And what do we do now? "- pause" What you want, "" Slow Response "- pause" You, you could punish me. " "Much better". You looks up and smiles relaxed. women had an orgasm just have always somehow seem attractive. So we are both arrived in our role. And today's session is not finished yet. First, we have but we deserve a break and so I drag approaching water, coke and chips.
final
We feed more or less silent almost the whole bag of chips into us. Then I pull myself up on the pants and do it first with one, then with the other arm of the windmill as if it were a question of making the shoulders for a sports program warm. I go to her and let my fingers through her hair, which is known to feel as though straw-like but very dense. So I prefer to grab her and suddenly his head in his neck. - Perhaps because it tries to do that many times before-seen, indifferent face, as her annoying smile now and then. I grab the hair stronger and shake her head back and forth, that she makes a face and wants a hand to her hair. Then she remembers and takes them down again. The game I like. I grab for the hair have now in my left, so that I can bring a jolt to the ground, I go by himself with his knees. So I hit her face on the side of the floor. A beautiful picture I have since developed. You kneeling legs, hands and right next to the head, I left of it, also kneeling, they let go now and say: "Stay like that." She does not move. "A nice butt hole you got there, I have to say admiringly, and begin to massage this little gem with the right middle finger. His brown pigmentation is curious, given their rather pale skin type. Brown pigment and the other to the inner portion of the Pospalts cunt. This little muscle is quite meaty, vigorous for their stature and my fingers only reluctantly granted admission. Now my knee but the pain on the parquet, I get up, not without it again with cross-links in the hair to take with. I go up and down and got this Sight of this delicate figure in the "Schiesser rib" is still not enough. "Put on your ass cheeks apart," I say, they tried again three indifferent look, as if the invitation reluctantly comply. What should I tell you? If I remember this moment, I quarrel with me but that I by this, as well as other sessions as an amateur photographer, I never took pictures! As it stands as this, regardless of looking over your left shoulder to me and it presents her anus, lovely! So I go over to her, grab with his right hand in the Pospalt, am trying to get two fingers in his anus and put her with two fingers on the left in the cunt. And I'm long arms, turn your upper body away from her to get enough distance and have to be able to see her face. "Pain and surprise," I note with satisfaction. They must have caught unawares, remain unpredictable, we will prevent them from playing their role so as she imagines, or how you, the devil knows who has taught - apparently unmoved stoic and inwardly. Thus, while yields to her anus and two fingers on to my surrounds I try to imitate her indifferent facial expression from before. "So my baby now we want you once beat a bit of the ass cheeks, but because you were naughty, right?". You do not look on, nods imperceptibly. I pull the shirt front, on the belly, give her the Stoffknäul in both hands and say, "Stop it". I pull further ahead until it completely in the profile at that level will mirror that stands next to the bookcase. "Stretch out your ass, stick it straight." She stretches out the cheeks and makes it a beautiful image in the mirror. Slowly, I look over her shoulder down and have the perspective from above. A sublime moment. I cut with a flat hand repeatedly on the cheeks and enjoy the lush clapping as they wiggle and spring back after each shot back into shape. My fingers are beginning to pale the skin. Otherwise like they are in unresponsiveness. I get really hot and I realize how my underpants stretched. I prefer a chair in front of the mirror and pull her unceremoniously on my knees. And then there was on it properly. I suggest strongly and with high frequency. It gives no sound would probably keep calmly still, but then what do you succeed in the long run but not so, for her butt starts to twitch. At some point the bottom is bright red. I pull up on the left arm, so she kneels beside me on the floor. "You should now swallow my sperm once, or I feel about you not taken properly," I whisper in her ear. And it just simply says, "OK", is now well adjusted to surprises. So I pull her by the arm to the bed. It is easier to move them as if they ask awkward. I take her to the bed on his knees with his back to the mattress, which I then bent her upper body backward. Thin as it is its seemingly makes no effort and it is loose on the mattress, while his legs still kneeling by the bed, pushed in the back like a bridge.
I would like to describe further, as it lies there, but I have now affected. I take off my pants, kneel on them and stick my dick in her mouth. Your hands, I prefer to think far over her head, they found out and support me. Legs apart, kneeling on the face, with a stretched out ass it can be comfortable working with the tail and throw him into this mouth, it spans consistently. A wonderfully cool feeling that I would like to enjoy some time - but "oijhhh", but now suddenly there are no more delays in it pumps only, - "oahhh" pump, but still try to delay No, not everything goes so now very fast short bursts, oiehhhh, I hear smacking her, "oohhh" she swallows "uuhhh" she rears up, because their hard to swallow in this position, but it gets then still out. "Oohhh, it Stop! Keep in in it! "I tear the film. As I am right back on the air, I'm on the side. She has my cock in the mouth, which is now smaller and plays around with her tongue my glans. - Orgasms of this type have a disadvantage: they can hardly increase.
The end of the Liaison
I will now report on our last date, of how this affair will end, as always comes from work, drinking a coffee and told her what is so in your head. Have feedback need on my part they present.
have now I met her and she would describe as "Working Girl" as a girl to his Job is, always and everywhere as much as it is just possible, like a machine. And as I already mentioned "Ultra Hardcore". The screenplay for her sexuality in 1954 someone wrote under the pseudonym Pauline Réage: "The story of O". And so has she, who knows this book almost by heart entrusted to me to be in search of its true cathedral. "One who knows what he wants," she stated twice with a significant smile. After a break, can I ask whether she wanted to draw as well, to show that I have the theme, at least literarily fully penetrated. "If he knows what he wants, I will see to that for all the rest" she countered, and then to report with its own self-evidence of a well-known farrier, who moved with his mobile annealing around the country to go directly to shoe horses in the stables of the environment. "If it is so far, for me and my Lord a branding iron forge, for example, with his initials. It would burn me, if my master does not want to do it yourself. Who has just simply the routine. " I had then enough to do, not to swallow me my coffee.
This evening they will eventually calm as always and looks at me expectantly. "I want you to do tonight times really hurt" I say. She looks at me curiously, murmurs a "hmhmm" and waited for further instructions. As we go into the bedroom as this, they in my undershirt and bare-ass, it shoots me so through my mind: We are already well attuned to each other, almost like work colleagues who do a job. Of fear or anxiety in her no trace I always have to stress again - something I have not had!
"Kneel down there on the bed, head to head and spread up the legs." And washed, they realized this position you know, kneel on all fours and pulls her legs apart almost to the balancing act. I welcome you, lift up the upper body, which is now her pain since the tendons of the thighs now come under heavy stress, they feel right and left to find her pussy like little ropes and when I massaged her cunt and firmly with the palm of hand patting a little, but she starts to gasp for air and threatens to tip off the front. I think with the left arm and waited until she found with her hands on her hips hold. Then she frantically to get there and what is to come, initially, two canes, which I get from the closet. Since I do not rankommen
first, I must jump two or three times what they are amused. I smile grimly back and make me start and calmly to wipe the dust with a speed of the sticks. Then I let them both, one left, the other right in his hand a little whistle through the air. The left, a very thin stick whistles light, the right, not right fat, but would be so strong as the tip of my little finger sounds noticeably darker. She looks closely, and her face betrays no emotion when I saw the thin stick on the chair and throw the other in the right hand. If you have four legs kneeling on all maximum spread and then straightens the upper body, as mentioned, is not child's play. push through the hips forward is already almost impossible. This ensures that the butt stuck out and now looks at her like a sandwich, because of muscle tension, the jaws side of a small hollow and emerge otherwise taut. To make their position perfectly, it now has the upper body in the upper part of the spine strongly pushed to the back and found such a balance. When I take the stick in his right hand, she puts her arms loosely in front of the thigh. A slight anger rising up in me, which I attribute to her penchant for perfectionism and the fact that they are always fully in control. All the day will I make an end. And so I look her calmly in the eye and tried to relax in the anger inside. I want to keep your cool, be cool too. On its face, the same smile, as always, now might be a has little tense, because of the effort that it demands its position. I prefer it suddenly a powerful impact on the ass that she gasps for air and throws his head forward. "Everything ok", I ask somewhat unmotivated, probably annoys me because their general reaction poverty. She looks at me, smiles, and responds almost as expected: "Yes, yes, everything ok" Say it is "Fear not, my boy, go on nice and do not be afraid, I'm with you," it shoots me so through the head. I focused on the butt and put it in short pitch Episode 10 regular blows to each other about this ass cheeks, what in her life but whole body brings. She snorts moans blaspheme, "auuhh" and "oohh" hear, presses, the veins in the neck accumulate, - panting ... and - hold the position. Apart from the fact that they still can not with the butt forward, I would have expected in such hard blows but an escape to the right over the bed. Nothing like that happened, instead, they presented me her now sweaty face with just that smile. Now I'm a spanking on her ass. The smooth and quite stable skin of her buttocks, has already been subscribed by the 10 input strokes with thick welts. Now come to some rather uncontrolled and I propose that the source node clearly show where the stick crosses an existing stripes. The skin remains intact, but if I was going to propose further would be inevitable blood. "What a bloody mess," I think that I love but female buttocks on everything, if things go well, including the woman on which they depend. I also like the smell of blood do not have, not a great problem with it, unless I want to be cool or just stay. Material, more comfortable handling is therefore mandatory for me! And she? Your smile is trying to bring to pass, but with maximum effort. It now looks something deranged, her hair hanging in her face, she just now head some Male has shaken violently. And all the trembling woman, the buttocks and thighs but especially the violent, so slowly does well to their power. "Roll the quilt together and lie about it," I say.
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While she looks at me even asking, Once I disappear into the bathroom and I threw a few handfuls of water in the face. The blood is rushing in the ears. A few dark thoughts about "broken skin to be broken, fortunately, from a memory fragments in which my grandfather in the kitchen before my mother gets up and asks with sweeping gestures:" Why does the boy really ruin everything? "He gets almost beside himself , begins to laugh when my mother with me. Of course, it is noticed that my grandma in the shelter of the large fridge draws the most delicious Grimm aces and imitating him. amused by this thought, I go with a tube of Bepanthen ointment in his hand again towards the bedroom, where my nymph is about the rolled-up blanket and shows a smiling, with the do otherwise prevent the tower jumpers at the Olympics, the judges from an economical point assignment.
marked with weals the backside so stretched in the air, it offers a vision of my blood directly from the head in the sink can be loins, which brings me to the idea of precaution to take off my clothes in order not later smeared with ointment. Meanwhile, her gaze oscillates between the Tube, I have thrown on the bed next to her and me back and forth. added, "You're always so caring," I need to hear, as they strapped that the ointment has to do with her ass. And was not there even such a ironic undertone? "You're right, I should not really exaggerate," I reply very sensitive and "Be so kind as to put up but it was again on the back". While she hesitated to comply with my request, I go to my closet and pick out an old large and heavy leather belt, I have in recent years worn so much.
Since it is already on the back, I pull her unceremoniously on his feet in the direction edge of the bed, spread your legs and say "stop it so." She puts her hands from the sides exemplary to the thighs and keeps them as expected, articulated at the knees and spread nicely. "So now we want you even cast your smile, "I say, the belt buckle in my hands and wrapped the belt slowly and with relish as much about it until the other end about 20 cm are left. Now I close my hand and kneel before them on the floor. She has watched it all without a word and now that I am more of her pussy, she lifts her head to see me can. She looks at me and says seriously hurt, "I grin at all," what I regard as a warning to be on the right track. The belt in my hand as I said old and hard and so is the 20 cm long piece of belt, almost vertically out of my hand. I find this satisfying "Patsy" when I told her that their Pfirsichmöse haue, much nicer than the similar sound, which produces the cane. Moreover, it seems to me they know this action yet. I propose further with relatively mild strokes, but they seem to feel good, because her head shoots up again and again. She watches the goings, bites his teeth and can hear small cries of pain. I hammer on and her pussy is bright red. "If you ask me very nice I will stop," I say. And I will soon hear that damn please. I will beat harder and more often. Even when they no longer hold the position, I can press between her legs where I kneel now deal with the use of my whole body - and cut further, although they are now violently and moaning winds. "Somehow you step me constantly" I say. "I'm sorry," she breathed and another for a moment: "Please stop, it hurts so much."
At last. I let it go. She lies down on the side and holds her face into the pillow. Her breath makes a rhythmic noise that reminds me of wines. I rolled up the blanket and say, "So now put up about it." It comes immediately after the call and I realize that the wine had probably been a misjudgment. It is a tough-girl, so completely in their element and this fact develops a special attraction for me. I had previously had the feeling that our actions are always kind to one another, each wanting to be so good in his role and in an effort to correct me their obedience with vigorous conditions for her conciliatory. I express my most affectionate Bepanthen Ointment voted in a blob in the palm of your hand and rub it with the other. With both hands I massage the cream on her ass cheeks and I feel it, the raised edges of the cane welts. She whimpered at last, which brings me to boil and my dick can look into her mouth refuge, which dampens the sound, unfortunately, a little. It is based on their Elbow, I'm kneeling next to her. She sucks and sucks. Now I seek her anus with his right hand, which has set against well-greased fingers to not receive too much so that two and then enter three. The fourth comes then to the anatomical limit, indicating also their whining, without having to take my cock out of his mouth. Now I'm really in heat. I will not come too quickly and had the red, swollen pussy in my head that I want to make me. I prefer me a condom on, kneel behind her and lead a tail. It is very tight and howling when I enter her. I try to enjoy the situation calmly. He is to me like a 1, I fuck nice and slow, she delighted me with a beautiful soundtrack of whimpers and moans, caresses me like a cloak made of silk. It fits nicely with this "Klock, Klock, Klock," which occurs when my hips hit on their buttocks. In this tortured little ass cheeks with the greased hole in between. At the sight I set automatically to a tooth and I fixed in my joints. I take her hips firmly in both hands and long full. "From the initial" Klock "is a loud clap, if I should happen to the whole body. When her whimper a loud "Oooohhhooooo" swells loszurammeln the time has come to me a violent Leaving abruptly breaks into the movements. A really nice number!
What then is less beautiful. I'm sick of condoms in tatters on the sex and makes me pressure, primarily from one direction: prevention should not be the topic for their statements, since they have a spiral has absorbed. She had me but fair manner at the first Fick got to protect, as it was before me with two guys together, "for which they could not put their hand into the fire". So we now have to contend with a certain depression. Them because they mention the note to me once, the issue of AIDS has since supplanted always nice, although one of her friends miserable it is pegged. And I, as I am with this issue quite nicely jerked out of my seventh heaven feeling, although I made for whatever reason, do not really have fear. We address this evening is not much, make us, as a precaution to make an AIDS test and its result to be seen only once before we meet again. As we say goodbye, she pushes me hard and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Whether she knows that we will not meet again? When we talk on the phone to tell us that the AIDS test is clear to both parties an opportunity to come to any real joy, I must explain that I still want to end our affair. You does not seem surprised to find it a pity, but I know well that we do not fit together. Not that I would have sought a woman for life, but also a pure Fickbeziehung some love get well. You are doing this with some interest to talk with each other, what we never could. I, too, certain forms of affection do well in such a relationship. Knut's not her thing, she had said when we first met. Although she had briefly tried to join, but knew without words to announce that they had other qualities. - The increased role of a slave girl with ideas. , In injunctions to accept and endure anything. I have however a some sense of diversity and change. Let me get to pin down to a narrow role profile of the dome and whip me. I hope she has found her dome is at least smart enough to leave her physically to some extent intact.
As far as the point of view with which I have been satisfied, until I wrote this story. Looking back, I would make maybe some things today.
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