Do you want to??

The girl clearly can’t decide on something... What?

A few more steps back, she was already turning towards the exit... But no, another stop, another moment of confusion - and now she’s walking towards the door again. Again the lips are whispering something... Let's listen - “Come what may... As long as you can endure, as much as you can fantasize... Forward!”

And then he appears at the door... I turn in my chair and look carefully at the person who has entered. I know that on the other side of the door stood a girl, for the sake of the movement of her eyelashes guys were ready to wear flowers and kneel, try to perform feats, or at least spend hours trying to persuade

to go to the cinema, or better yet, straight to bed.

— I have come... Master” - well, the most important, first words have been spoken! Then it’s up to me how to let the baby loosen up, how to make it easier for her to begin to embody in reality what she has dreamed of for so long - to be a slave!

I get up, go up to her, lift her head by the chin, look into her eyes - there is fear in them. Well, well, my girl, you don’t need to be afraid of me... I understand that you are not crossing the threshold of a room, you are stepping over the prohibitions that have been sitting inside you for so long. And breaking them is painful, scary, there is still unknown ahead - and very, very forbidden! But this makes it inexpressibly attractive...

Frightened eyes look at me. In mine there is affection, tenderness, a smile. I gently run my palm over her cheek, touching her lips and neck with my finger. I smile welcomingly and with a broad gesture invite you to come in, “Hello, baby! Come on in, don't be afraid. You can sit in the chair. Get used to it”

Well, natural confidence has done its job, after five minutes your hands no longer frantically knead the armrests of the chair and your handbag, your legs don’t tremble, clenched with all your might, your chest no longer shakes. I’m sitting opposite on another chair, while we’re talking about abstract things - how did we get there, how is the weather... It’s hot outside, it’s summer, was my little girl run over in the subway?

— By the way... when you came in, shouldn’t you have said hello to me, baby?” casually, I drop it casually.

— I know. There’s no need to be afraid, we’ve talked a lot, we already know each other well... But now, to make it easier for you, sit here, get used to it,” and she remains on her knees, and my hand strokes her head. Now she is next to me, below me - just as she should be. Let him get used to his place...

The place of my slave.

I shake off the memories. Today is our next meeting, and for some reason I remembered how it began. How long have I been going towards this? Family, crazy workload - there was no room left for Theme in life. And I thought I could exclude her and forget her. What a strange thought... Who tried it and realized that it was “his ego” - could he leave?

I thought I could. More than a year without any meetings, so, periodic communication with acquaintances - no more. And a feeling of hunger, a feeling of acute lack of what you are used to, what you need - obedient eyes, lips, kissing hands, a submissive lustful body, thirsty for affection and rudeness... And toys in the desk drawer, sometimes reminding of what they are needed for...

But not like this. For a couple of months of communicating in ICQ with those who knocked on the ad, I heard enough of everything...

- Hello, I'm Lena, your whore, fuck me. Yes, I’m not in Moscow, well, for now it’s virtual, then I’ll come. Fuck me, my pussy is leaking!

- Hello, I’m a slave, do you want me to send you my photos? Only in exchange for your frank ones!

- Hello, I'm writing an article about sadomasochistic relationships. Will you tell me?

- And I’m sitting in front of the computer, with markers in the holes!

- Hello, I'm a beginner gentleman. What can you order to a virtual slave?

After two months there were exactly zero contacts. During this time, I saw enough photographs of porn models, talked with rapidly disappearing “slaves,” listened to various kinds of deceptions, developed a testing methodology... But there was still no result. I visited ICQ less and less, somewhere the advertisements had gone far down in the forums, and I was no longer going to pick them up...

The next message attracted my attention because it began somewhat unusually. This was not a banal phrase about “hello”, but a rather detailed, paragraph-long description of what the girl was looking for. This is already much better! The interlocutor shared that she hasn’t had a real relationship yet, and she is afraid of them; in virtual ones, she has so far come across weak-minded brats; and the knowledge on the topic is already quite large, and dreams, dreams, dreams...

— Classics” of submission. The girl dreamed of becoming a humiliated, powerless slave, a joy for her master. No pain, much more psychological and sexual. “Beautiful” theme, the attractiveness of fantasies about how good it is with a Master who understands you, whom you constantly want, who gives you the opportunity to surrender to the tireless thirst for sex, who holds you in his hands like a toy...

I have already encountered this. The girl is tired of being strong in life, she wants to find something where she will be herself - helpless, humiliated, fulfilling the desires of a man who is stronger... Who does not stand on ceremony, does not ask what she wants now - but does what he wants.

And Anya’s desires were surprisingly based on two details that especially surprised me - an incredible need for sex and a desire for “beautiful” submission. The latter has always attracted me—it’s not just about putting on a collar and asserting power; and dress him so that it is beautiful... So that grace, undisguised sexuality, something beautiful is hidden in the way the slave sits on a leash; in the way she is dressed; in the way she serves her owner; in the way she is, sitting next to her; in the way she moans, tormented...

Pain... A separate topic. I am not a sadist, and I liked that the girl is also not attracted to pure pain. Pain as punishment, or pain together with a thrill are components of her fantasies, and my favorite practice...

I received a photo of a potential slave - a very pretty girl, slightly plump, but with a beautiful figure, skillfully made up, graceful. Size 2 breasts are visible through the top, and her plump legs are exposed by the skirt.

Perhaps I was even glad that I was not a model - I had seen enough of photos from dating sites and porn sites. That’s why her next sentence jarred me a little - “Would you like me to send you pictures of me naked?”

I don’t really understand why you should send your nude photos to someone you don’t know yet, and I was sincerely surprised:

- Why? If you are destined

to become mine, I will see everything. If you just want to brag about yourself, send it however you want.

The answer just deserved punishment, although it showed me the seriousness of my new friend’s intentions:

- You know... Sorry, but I was just testing you... I’m tired of young jerks who immediately want to see me naked... Sorry, but now I see that you are serious... - You know, if we are destined to see each other, it will be your first punishment for such a test!

- I understand, I agree...

It’s funny, isn’t it?

Somehow the girl caught my attention, and I agreed...

I gave her a new name.

- Now your name will be Buscona. Whore in Spanish.

- Thank you, Sir! Beautiful name...

Let's go back to our first meeting. Buscona, who had calmed down a little, was already looking around with interest, and I decided to calm her interest. The desk drawer is open, and there is already a black bag in front of her. Quite heavy... I nod at her, “Open up, don’t be afraid!” Take a good look."

Who would have seen how the slut’s eyes ran around, heard a noisy sigh of delight! Probably, as a little girl, she was unpacking toys given for the New Year... And I enjoyed the sight of a slave contemplating the splendor...

Collar... Leashes... Vibrators, vaginal and anal... Gags, chains with clamps on the chest, balls, plugs, ropes... Every thing was given carefully, and looked at it, stroked it... A whole battery of devices had already formed on the floor... One of the vibrators lingered in her hands - her fingers were stroking, so the handle started running, imitating caresses of a penis... She brought it to her lips, opened her mouth, licked her lips...

— Can I, Master? They... Everything is so cool, I’m shocked!” - the lust, thirst of the whore has done its job! The baby seems to have forgotten that this is the first meeting, and that she is still afraid that the real service has begun... This is exactly what I wanted, I’m glad it worked out - the child was occupied with toys, he is no longer afraid?. I nod, “It’s possible! Caress yourself, play with them! I'll just take a look...”

The chair opposite became the springboard. Buscona sits in it, turns on the vibrator, and begins to stroke herself... The top is already raised, the nipples stand up like columns, fingers tug at them, squeeze the vibrator with her breasts... She independently puts clamps on the nipples, squeezes the nipples, fingers dive into her mouth, wets the pebbles of the nipples with saliva... I truly enjoy this spectacle - as a girl, she wants to be admired, but how a slave, like a bitch, she gets pleasure from shamelessly caressing herself right in the office, in front of a man!

The skirt is lifted, and for the first time I see HOW it actually flows! Naturally, she is already excited, for a long time... Her panties are all covered in mucus, she moves the strip of her thong aside - and it just starts flowing out of her pussy! I am forced to make the remark “Look, I can’t ruin the chair!” Her fingers rush to the hole, begin to collect lubricant, and send it into her mouth... She licks her fingers, not missing anything, muffled moans are already escaping from her mouth... The other hand pulls the chain on the clamps, her breasts shake, her nipples are pulled back, and again stand up like columns...

Legs are already thrown over the armrests, shamelessly open in front of me, a leaking, greedy cunt—and Buscona satisfies her hunger by starting to insert a vibrator into it. I see how her hips tremble, how she bites her lips, unable to hold back a moan - and finally releases a loud, drawn-out sob-scream when the vibrator enters all of her!

But it’s not my plan for the neighbors to be interested in what’s going on... “Get up, take off your panties, bitch! Give them here! She takes off, falls on her knees next to me and hands me her soaking wet panties, strongly smelling of her lubricant... I crumple them in my fist - hell, I can squeeze them out, more than one drop has already collected on my fingers, flowing out of my fist! I use my fingers to show her that she needs to open her mouth and put her panties there... I insert the gag and fasten it, “That’s better, you’ll scream less!”

I wipe my hands on her breasts, press hard on her nipples - the slut arches, moans, I see in her eyes that she already barely understands anything from excitement! I let her go, she lays back on the floor, spreads her legs wide - and begins to fuck herself deeply, hard with a vibrator! I'm still observing, adding to the sensations, taking the whip - stroking it with the ends of its tails over the body, across the chest, over the face...

Her hand strongly pulls the chain, returns to the nipples again, tugs, squeezes, pulls... The other controls the vibrator, turned it on full - and then takes it out completely, then with a sharp blow pushes it inside! The lubricant flows down in a real stream, to the ass...

He ​​turns on his side, puts one leg aside - and begins to torment himself with two hands, two vibrators! I see that the caresses are already minimal, she just wants to cum, she’s just pounding herself in both holes, she’s already close - and I stop it.

There is bewilderment in the eyes, pain, a thirst that is already familiar to me... Smiling, I take out the collar, turn it in front of her eyes - and throw it into the corner... I lift her to my knees and nod at the collar - bring it!

Buscona rushes there, but stops, detained by me. "Hands!" - and handcuffs snap onto her wrists behind her back. “Now bring it!” She turns around, I see bewilderment, hums... “Bring it as you want!” But don’t get up from your knees and don’t pick them up!”

Still a quick-witted girl... I wonder if she understands that every action is aimed at making her live with her role? A couple of minutes later, a real slave is crawling towards me, all focused on pushing the collar in front of her with her knees... I’m sure that she has already mentally tried it on herself, she already agrees with everything - if only they let her cum!

But he doesn’t know what I’m up to...

The collar is fastened, the chain is fastened, I fasten it to the chair and think out loud “what a picture! Lovely! Buscona, this is exactly what you dreamed of... Helpless, naked, shackled, all the holes filled... And you sit on your knees, chained to the Master’s chair... Who does this like this... “.

I bend over slightly and begin to control the vibrators myself. My hands walk over her body, I squeeze her breasts, I spank her ass, I fuck her, sometimes at the same time, sometimes separately, I saw her off! And I carefully monitor the reaction... The bitch bends, moans, it seems that tears are flowing from her eyes, she trembles... I seize the moment, I see how her eyes open, she freezes, her legs are tense, and... I stop! The girl doesn't make it again!

Now there are definitely tears! I pull out the gag, make her suck the saliva from her panties thoroughly, and lean back in the chair. She looks at me with blank eyes...

— Remember, baby, how I promised to punish you when we first met! Today you won’t cum, although you probably dreamed about it a lot...” I see how my lips tremble with resentment, how tears well up in my eyes... And I decide to change my anger to mercy - after all, the first meeting, let there be only good impressions! floor, at my feet! The fingers simply scrape along the floor like claws, the back arches, shakes its head, falls to the floor, bends again!

Licks the vibrators so that they are clean... Raises her eyes and rests her gaze on my crotch... The mound, of course, is impressive - you don’t think that I remained indifferent to such a show of my slave... Raises a surprised look “Master...”.

-What is it, baby?

- If you allow... I really want... To serve you so that you are satisfied with me...

- Do you mean that you want him? (I nod at my fly).

- Yes, Master! I want to see him, I want to serve him!!!

- I'm happy, my girl. This is exactly what I wanted to hear, that you yourself are eager to see him, to submit to him, to please him! Today this is your reward...

Blowjob, it should be noted, she performed just great! I haven’t experienced such skillful tongue, lips, hands for a long time...

Having cleaned up after herself, the bitch walked away on half-bent legs... In her pussy, held back by her panties, stuck out a small vibrator, turned on to the weakest; and in her ass there are a couple of small anal beads... There is a collar in her purse...

She was ordered to appear in the same way next time - they decided to see each other in a cafe. And - in a collar! I hope she has enough imagination to play with the collar - or hide it under a handkerchief/scarf...

In front of the door, kneeling, kisses hands “Thank you, Master! Now I will miss you terribly, waiting for the next meeting... It was... amazing! I see it, I see it in his eyes - he’s not exaggerating...

He ​​gets up and goes out... If you look closely, on the legs, on the stomach, when the skirt or top rides up a little, you can see the inscriptions... “Buscona”, “bitch”, “slave”, “thing” - couldn’t resist?

I liked her... She's a good slave! Until next time, girl - I say it in my head and get back to work... I'll have to think of something unusual...