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The lovers meet again and experience the true sense of BDSM love, the girl gets tied up and crucified, she is a slave and there’s nothing she can do to resist the pain that is slowly turning into the pleasures one never felt.

Today was to be our next date. I got up earlier to prepare a surprise for you.

When you enter the room I’m wearing a silk top, silk trousers and high-heeled shoes. You come up to me from behind and kiss my ear and neck fondling my breast with your hands. You pinch my nipples painfully but I enjoy that. It is even pleasant and I let out a moan.

You start undressing me, take off my top and pants. All I have on now are my shoes and you see my surprise for you – a piercing on my vulva lip and a swollen pussy after the pump. You tie up my hands, put on the handcuffs and attach them to something high up, so that I’m left standing almost on my toes.

BDSM Test
BDSM Test

After that you put weights on my breasts and the piercing. Then you pat on my bust and the pussy and lower me down a bit to make me stand firmly on the floor. You spread my legs wider and fix them. Then you add some more weights to my pussy.

When you finish you suddenly decide to release my hands and bend me over the narrow desk so that my boobs hang down. You put a few clips on my tits. After that you approach to me in front and pass your cock over my lips. I start caressing it with my tongue and feel you penetrate my mouth slowly. Your thrusts are slow but soon you build the tempo and holding my head firmly you impale me on your cock. A couple of more moments and you ejaculate.

The girl comes home and sees that her lover has prepared a nice surprise for her, he ties her up, than handcuffs her and she becomes his prey, he can do everything now and we’ve got to find out what he’s gonna do!

As you enter the apartment you see me wearing a transparent dressing gown. You come in and kiss my lips, then neck and ear but your hands are so cold that I decide to warm you up first. I pour you some tea.

You sit in the armchair and I sit in the armchair opposite you. I spread my thighs and start fondling my pussy with one hand while my other hand caresses my breast. You see me burning with desire but you don’t do anything, not even a motion to help me. Then I stand up and crawl to you, unzip your fly with my teeth and then pull the pants down.

I tongue your cock for a while but then put it between my boobs and begin fucking you. You caress my pussy and the butt with your hands. Soon you say you are on the verge and I open my mouth to swallow your delicious cum…

When you come to your senses you put me on a leather table that is not a table at all as it turns out later. It transforms into something similar to a gynaecological armchair. You blindfold me, fasten my hands somewhere behind, then you wind each my breast round separately with ropes and pull them apart. After that you lube up my nipples with something and hang small weights on them.

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He is the master and he is going to do everything he wants with the couple who experience hardships in their sexual life, he’s going to give it a new life and his cock is going to help him.

Of course I knew what was going to happen but I also saw plenty of emotions on the faces of a young couple – embarrassment, excitement, even fear before the man they knew little about and who demanded to call him “Master”. However, people say I look like a reliable person who can be trusted. This time it worked as well. After a few phrases which didn’t mean much the tension went down a bit.

This is Alex. He is just the same I’ve expected. He considers himself intelligent (because he graduated from Harvard) and sexually skillful (because he likes fucking). He obviously loves his wife but in the letter to me he calls her “a bit strained” and says she “isn’t sensual enough”. The situation seems familiar to me. Many women suffer from such a men’s “diagnosis”. Alex wants to play a role of Wendy’s Master as she gets excited from such fantasies. You want to play… Ok, let’s see what you can do, man.

And here she is, Wendy. She’s rather attractive, but there is something in her looks that reminds me of a village girl. A pretty round face, good figure, nice curves. Looks very invitingly and I’m undressing her with my eyes.

Now the mistress wants more than a slave licking her feet, she wants to humiliate him even more than that, what can be worse? You’ll probably think, read and find out!

The girl saw that her foot was absolutely dry, so she removed it from the slave’s face for he would lick it until she stopped him. There were a few drops of milk on the floor which had flown down from her toes.

I hoped my Mistress would allow me to drink the milk but I heard a different thing.

– Don’t you see what’s on the floor, slave? The girl asked strictly but playfully. You know, I can’t stand dirt in my kitchen. Lick it!

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I sighed, lowered my head to the floor and started licking those little drops. I had hardly finished when Helen plunged her foot into the milk again and pointed it at my face. This time more milk was on the floor… I knew I would have to lick it all again… I began sucking my Lady’s foot.

The girl gave her slave to drink this way for some time. What she liked the most was when he licked the floor, so she tried to pour more milk there. Soon she got tired of that game either.

– Ok, slave, now you can lap it from the glass. Lap, not drink!!! Do it! And don’t forget about your ass, it must always be stuck out! – The girl sat comfortably on the chair wishing to enjoy the scene.

It was not easy to lap as an animal though my tongue was working fast. I felt hurt that she didn’t allow me to drink it right from the glass.

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The mistress wants to go even further and make a pet out of her slave, she makes him crawl like a cat and lick the milk off her feet.

The girl knew that her slave was afraid of punishments, of any kind, and would do everything to avoid them. “I can use that” she decided.

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Helen was a great judge of men’s character and she saw through this guy. Just a couple of dates were enough for her to learn about his fears, weaknesses, troubles which she would certainly use. Of course he had good qualities as well and she liked him because of them. She wouldn’t allow a ditherer with no personal opinion to be close to her, a person who would follow her rules blindly and pass the buck at her.

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The girl considered herself a clever person and wanted to see a thing of good quality beside her. Her new slave had his own viewpoint at everything, he was very intelligent and she respected him for that.

It was like a game, a challenge for her. Two strong personalities collided. She would undoubtedly be the winner. She liked his desire to be a good slave, his attitude to everything, the way he carried out her orders. He evidently tried to foresee her wishes and did his best to serve her. She had to direct him and soon this game would become the sense of life for him.

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Of course she understood very well how unpleasant, humiliating and even painful was to carry out her orders for him… But watching the tips of his ears turn red when she treated him as a girl and fucked him was extremely exciting, it was her vision of life – to enslave another person and make a submissive slave from him for her personal use.

How does a morning start for a slave? Can he wake up earlier than his mistress? What does his mistress usually want in the morning? Read and enjoy.

I woke up the next morning and stretched myself lazily. Of course the floor was not the best place for sleeping but I felt I had had a good sleep. I looked at the bed and saw my Mistress still sleeping lying comfortably on her soft large bed.

“Yeah, the evening was hard…” I remembered her playing with me. Even after such a sleep my butt reminded me about yesterday’s events. I closed my eyes and decided to sleep a bit longer. Of course I couldn’t even think about sleeping at her feet yet, it was a great honor and I had to work hard to deserve that. However, I could dream, dream about a soft sofa, for instance.

However, I knew my Mistress a bit and understood she wouldn’t allow that. Her slave had to sleep close to her in case she needed something. And all those conveniences were only for her, for the Mistress. It was not easy to grasp that and I had to get used to it.

I looked at the clock and decided it was time to get up, get ready to greet the girl in an appropriate way. I sighed, rolled my bed and tip-toed out of the room. In the bathroom I washed my face, brushed hair and cleaned teeth quickly.

I realized that I had to go back and wait for the girl’s awakening standing on my knees. It could last for an hour or more as she had nothing to do this Sunday morning and might want to sleep longer.

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Now the slave has to learn how to lick and suck the toes of her mistress, he has to know how to do it right to please her, after that she’s gonna show him various strap-on collection and they sure gonna get inside his ass.

Helen gave me her hand playfully. I wanted to show her how grateful I was for letting me out and glad to see my Mistress again after such a long absence. It was intolerable to sit in this dark and narrow room.

I kissed her hand several times and demonstrated how happy I was. I felt so thankful to her at that moment that even now I have no words to describe it.

– Ok, slave. Let’s have some tea, – she said.

She had already changed for light casual clothes and looked calm. The walk benefited her, as it seemed to me her cheeks turned a bit pink.

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We started to drink tea… green tea… I don’t like it but I couldn’t refuse… I realized that the more she knew me, my tastes and habits, the more she would control me. She would do everything the wrong way round having fun about it and forcing me to get used to her and her habits and preferences. Concerning even such a trivial thing as tea I felt she was controlling me. And when I felt discomfort she would feel only pleasure.

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I couldn’t think of anything to comfort myself at that moment, just tried to convince myself that green tea was useful. It was tart and tasteless in comparison to my favorite coffee. However, it would be quite silly to refuse the tea my Mistress offered me.

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It was getting dark outside. Gradually lights appeared in many windows, they were like lightning bugs in darkness. Everything was calming down and the hectic day was almost over. Only a few cars and people were in the streets of the city now. The city almost stopped breathing and turned into an accumulation of millions of lights of bright colors. Our window was just one among many others.

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