Sir

— Damn, what an asshole. And how did I hang out with him for so long? It’s even a shame that he turned out to be such a brat, such a schmuck. And I’m a fool, I fell for such an idiot. “- Sorry, but nothing more can happen between us.” Oh, me too. Even though he doesn’t know how to fuck properly, he’s already talking about what he can and what he can’t…” - thoughts were spinning wildly in my head. I resented what my ex-boyfriend only told me. I was sitting in my office and fiddling with a pencil in my hand. I thoughtlessly tried to bend him. Suddenly, when it broke down with a crash, Lena entered the office.

- Hello. What are you doing here?

- she chirped cheerfully.

- Yes, that’s right. I'm angry at these asshole men.

— If only you weren’t so categorical. I think there are worthy examples.

- Maybe you can help me find it. - I just quit.

We laughed. Then Lena looked at my computer screen. In the form of a screen saver, there was a hand-drawn picture in which a huge Lucifer was tormenting a slender girl in his arms. He dug his claws into her body and wrapped his tail around her legs. Thin streams of scarlet blood appeared from under the claws. The devil opened his mouth with huge teeth, trying to bite the girl in the neck, which she accidentally left open, trying to dodge him.

- What is this? Do you like it?

- Yes, that’s right. Sometimes there is a lyrical mood. So I put it there. For some reason I want to be defenseless in the hands of a man. And they are all not so strong... - for some reason I became emotional, and I felt somehow uncomfortable. I lowered my eyes.

- Do you want to feel truly subservient to a man? — Lena put her palm on top of mine, which was lying on the table. She looked into my eyes with an urgent gaze as I raised them.

I couldn’t answer right away, but my rapid breathing probably gave away my desire. It even seems like it's getting wet between my legs. Lena felt me ​​trembling.

— There is one option. I wanted you to like it.

- But? - I mumbled quietly.

- Trust me and do what I say. Even if you doubt, don't give up. Then you yourself will understand. Well, do you agree?

- How would...

- Am I calling?

I could only exhale helplessly.

- Give me the phone.

I handed the phone to Lena. She dialed the number. I waited for several beeps.

- Good afternoon, sir.

— Why didn’t she say his last name after the word master?” - flashed through my head. “And the tone of the address is somehow not businesslike. As if apologizing.”

- Yes, yes, I remember everything. — Lena continued to speak quietly into the phone. “I also wanted to say that I won’t be alone.” Yes, yes, I told her everything, sir. Yes, I'll explain. Don't worry sir. Understood. We will be with you until 6 pm. Fine. - hung up.

— Maybe it’s not necessary? - I doubted it. I felt like I was in trouble somewhere.

- Well. There is no turning back now. They will be waiting for us in the evening.

- But I wasn’t planning on having sex with anyone today. Especially in a group. What are you up to? — I tried to stick my hand out from under Lenina.

— Calm down. It's not really sex. Although you will have to be naked. Trust me. “She pressed my palm harder against the table, and I calmed down. “It’s better let’s figure out how to get out of the office unnoticed and quickly.” Since we can be punished for being late for a meeting.

— Oh, is this a problem? Pashka is on shift today. You know how he stares at short skirts? — I looked at Lenka’s knees. I'll whisper to him so that he can register us later.

- Okay. Then we ran.

Lena and I left the office, got into her car and drove towards the northern part of the city, where the area of ​​​​private houses was located. The feeling that something extraordinary was about to happen frightened me and at the same time attracted me. On the way, Lena explained to me that we were going to the house of a man. They have been dating him for a long time. But their meetings are more of a game than sex. She really likes to obey him, his boorish whims, his slight sadism. According to her, he is both cruel and gentle. In short, now I’ll see everything for myself.

We arrived. A beautiful, small house. Lena takes out the gate opener keychain and opens it. We go into the yard. We get out of the car. I look around. Neatly cut grass, a few bushes in front of the house, flowers.

— Do you like it?

- Yes, there is a taste.

- He hasn’t arrived yet. We will have time to prepare.

- What do you need to prepare?

— Okay, don’t blab. Let's go home quickly.

Lena took my hand and dragged me into the house. In the house, everything was also cozy and clean. It’s as if the man isn’t single and lives here. Large windows allowed plenty of light into the house.

- Yes, I clean here sometimes. — Lena seemed to understand my silent question. - Maybe you will too...

I exhaled ironically.

- Let's go down. This is not our place today. “Lena took my hand again and dragged me down the stairs.

We went down to the floor below and Lena opened the door. We went inside. It was a closed room without windows, so it was completely dark. Lena turned on the light, using the switch at the entrance. A single dim light bulb barely illuminated the room, creating twilight.

So, this is what Lenka was hinting about. Several times I came across sites on the Internet with pictures and videos where girls were tied up and tortured. I was ashamed even to admit it to myself, but I really wanted to be in their place. I wanted a man.....

- Do you like it? — Lena’s voice brought me back to reality.

- What is this? — I tried to feign misunderstanding.

- Oh. How can I tell you? Have you never heard of sadomaso, submission, role-playing sex and other manifestations of unusual sexual desire?

- Well, did you hear something?

— Do you want to try it? — Lena asked directly, holding my hand.

- Yes. - I whispered quietly.

- Then let's not get distracted. Our Master doesn't like it when people don't listen to him.

- Ours? — I tried to feign surprise.

— So far only mine, but I hope it will become ours. Don't be stubborn, do what I advise. Take off your clothes? — Lena, showing by her example, began to take off her office suit. Lenka’s skirt and jacket lay on one of the stools. She then quickly unclasped and removed her bra, leaving only her lace panties, lace elastic stockings and shoes.

She nodded for me to take off my pants and blouse. With disobedient hands, I unbuttoned and took off my blouse, then unzipped my pants and pulled them down. I bent over and stuck out my thong-clad ass in front of Lena.

- Oh! Yes, you were preparing for sex today.

— Yes, I was getting ready,” I muttered, remembering my goat.

- Don’t worry, I didn’t prepare in vain. Don't take off your shoes. Mister likes high heels.

- Mister?

— Try calling him that. Otherwise you will get unnecessary punishment.

— Even so? — sometimes my pride returned.

- Wait a second here. I'm up.

Lena walked out the door, from behind which a beam of sunlight flashed. It was a little creepy to be alone in this dark basement. She was gone for several minutes. Then the sound of her heels on the wooden stairs was heard, again there was a bright light at the opening and again it was semi-dark.

Lena brought three glasses, a bottle of wine and fruit, cigarettes and a lighter, which she placed on a small table near the chair. She uncorked the bottle and poured wine into only one glass. After that, she lit the candles in the candlesticks. It became lighter and the flames played merrily with shadows on the walls. For the first time I looked at Lena as a very sexy girl, with a slender figure and long hair. For a second I wanted to become a lesbian.

— I think I’ve arrived. - Lena said, listening to the sounds upstairs. - try to get into it and do everything he says.

I haven’t yet figured out what I will do next, but only decided that everything will flow as usual. Meanwhile, Lena took me by the hand, led me to the door, indicated that I should stand at the door so that the person entering could walk past me, straight to the chair. She herself stood next to me, only closer to the door, and turned off the light bulb, leaving the room lit only by candles. Sveta put her hands behind her back, holding her palms there. She clenched her legs tightly, standing on the floor. She looked at me to do the same.

- We will wait for the gentleman. - Lena said bowing her head.

The desire to follow her, created by the atmosphere of submission and the desire to continue to remain proud, began to struggle within me. “Okay, whatever will happen.”

The agonizing wait began. At the top, booming sounds were heard from someone walking there. This went on for quite a long time, as if no one was going to come down to us. I looked questioningly at Lena. She looked at me and made it clear that this must be so, and again quickly lowered her eyes. It was as if she had already plunged into some kind of mini-trance.

Finally, we heard the steps of someone coming down the stairs towards us.

— Bend over. - Lena hissed quietly.

— - Why am I going to bend over? “- I wanted to think, but then the door suddenly swung open, showering us with bright light, and then closed. A man, about forty years old, walked past us, without stopping even for a fraction of a microsecond, and without even looking at us. He was quite strongly built, broad-shouldered, with a confident, firm gait and movements. Very regular and slightly angular facial features betrayed an imperious nature.

Walking up to the chair, he sat down in it and continued to look away from us. He took a cigarette and a lighter and lit it. He did all this so naturally that I already looked at him with admiration. “Lenka got herself a good dog!” " - flashed through my head.

- What is this? - he suddenly said in a low velvety voice. From such a timbre, my lower parts suddenly began to get wet. I didn’t immediately understand what it was about.

- Come and explain, bitch, what is this?

Lena, who knew her master well, walked up to the chair and, standing to the side, began to speak:

- This is my friend I told you about. Forgive her, although I explained it to her, she is not yet in the subject.

— - Oh, that’s who we’re talking about! It was about me that he said “what.” What a bastard! If I had been closer, I would have slapped him in the face.” — Proud indignation flared up inside me.

- Come here. — his gaze was thrown in my direction like an arrow for the first time. Moreover, He didn’t even touch my body with it. He just bored into my eyes with his own. His hand was directed at the space in front of the chair, in front of his legs lying on the stand, where I probably should have moved.

And where did my pride go at that moment? Like an obedient rabbit, I walked up and stood in front of him, continuing to hold my hands behind my back. Now I was all in front of him. He looked all over me, lingering his gaze for a long time on my hips, panties, and breasts.

- What is your name? - He asked, and without even waiting for an answer he continued, - Although, what difference does it make what your real name is? It doesn't matter here. I'll give you another one later. And you will respond to him, just like she,” He nodded at Lena, “responds to the “bitch.” I hope it's clear?

My contradictory nature tried to object, but He quickly stood up and approached closely. He was separated from me by a couple of centimeters. He leaned slightly over my shoulder. I heard his breathing above my ear, it even seemed to me that a wolf was growling. It seems He inhaled the scent of my hair. I was all wet at the prospect of being fucked by him right now.

But. He didn't touch me with any part of his body. He began to walk around me in a circle, looking at my butt, back, shoulders, shoulder blades. While he walked around, I saw the approving, smiling look of Lena, who continued to stand nearby.

- I feel like you’re obstinate. Although, of course, quite beautiful. — his voice was stern.

- Thank you.

— “Thank you, sir” would be more correct. - Lena suggested.

- Thank you Mister. - I repeated.

— Hmm. — a half-smile flashed across his face for a split second. - OK. You still need to be taught and taught. First, let's learn how to hold our hands. “He walked up to the wall, took off one pair of handcuffs, and handed them to Lena.

Lena came behind me.

— Move your hands back a little. - she whispered to me.

For some reason, I myself wanted to be handcuffed. I moved my hands slightly away from my back and felt iron lines closing around my wrists. I tried to spread my hands, but they were tightly clasped. The first time I felt ridiculous discomfort.

- Stand here. “He ordered me to stand next to the chair and sat down in it again. Then He took the cigarette and looked at Lena. - Will I wait long?

- No Mister! — Lena took the lighter and struck it. She brought it to the cigarette and He took a greedy drag. Lena sat down next to the chair, on the other side of me, and opened her mouth.

I've never seen anything like this before. He smoked thoughtfully and, when necessary, dumped the ashes into her wide-open mouth. He did it casually, as if he hated Lena.

He ​​put out the cigarette. He ended up in the ashtray. He patted Lena, who had covered her mouth, on the cheek. It was clear that she was trying to swallow the ashes. He took her, clasping her neck with his wide palm and bringing her closer to him.

— Open your mouth, bitch. Show me that you are not deceiving me.

She obediently opened her mouth. He pressed his lower lip with the index finger of his free hand. She opened it even wider. It was clear that he was pleased with the result.

- Finally learned. I think you need to drink something. - with these words, He took a glass of wine, took a small sip from it, then raised it above Lena’s face and began to tilt it, so that the wine poured into her mouth in a thin stream from a distance of 10 centimeters. My mouth quickly filled with wine.

— Swallow, bitch.

Lena tried to swallow, but jerked, a stream of wine entered her nose, she choked and began coughing.

- What are you doing, bitch? - He shouted at her and immediately slapped her in the face. The cheek quickly turned red. I seemed to feel this blow, and it seemed to me that my cheek also turned red.

- Now show me how you can suck. - With these words, He inserted two fingers into her mouth. She immediately began to suck them.

He ​​brazenly pushed his fingers into her mouth, and he sucked them, trying to do it erotically. But he didn't need that. He wanted her face to look uglier. Therefore, He first put three fingers into her mouth, then four. Lena looked like a complete fool, with her mouth stuffed with fingers that were pulling her lower jaw down. And it wasn’t enough for him. He put two fingers of his second hand into her nostrils and began to pull upward. From the outside, the picture looked unsightly, but for some reason at that moment I really wanted to be in Lena’s place.

Then the Master looked at me. More precisely on my crotch. Of course, the panties were already wet. He stopped torturing Lenin’s face with his hands and with a sharp movement tore off my panties. I wanted to cover my shaved pubis, but my hands clenched behind my back did not allow me to do this, turning my movements into funny attempts.

The gentleman grinned and turned to Lena again. He pushed my torn panties into her mouth and forced her to lift it up again. Then he began to pour wine directly onto my panties sticking out of her mouth.

- Come on, squeeze the wine out of them with your teeth, bitch. — Lena began trying to squeeze the wine out of her panties with her mouth and swallow it.

The gentleman grabbed her by the neck again and with a sharp push threw her towards his feet, which he threw onto the stand in front of the chair.

— Lick it, bitch.

Lena, without letting go of her panties, wanted to kiss his feet, but got kicked in the face.

- Spit that nonsense out of your mouth. Take off my shoes and kiss my feet, bitch! — the Master commanded loudly.

Lena, fussing, tried to follow the master’s commands. She took off his shoes and socks and began to lick his feet with her tongue and kiss them. Then she lifted his foot with both hands and began to suck each of his toes, alternately taking them into her mouth. Next, she opened her mouth wide, took all her toes into her mouth at the same time, and the Master, pressing harder, pushed his foot into her mouth.

Пока Лена сидела с вставленной в рот мужской ступнёй, Господин перевёл внимание на меня. Он протолкнул руку между ног, взявшись за бедро прижал мои колени к креслу. Теперь Он мог с близкого расстояния осмотреть меня «внизу». Он начал бесцеремонно трогать своими крепкими пальцами за мои половые губы и клитор. Хоть и делал Он это не ласково, но мне хотелось, чтоб Он продолжал. Я лишь тихонько развела ноги в сторону, вместо того, чтоб сопротивляться.

— Охренеть, как ты течёшь!

Господин перевёл взгляд на Лену, которая сидела с широко раскрытым ртом и ступнёй в нём, и смотрела как Он орудует у меня между ног. Господин вытащил ступню у неё из рта и размашисто, уперевшись ей в голову ногой толкнул, так что она отлетела метра на два.

— Пошла на хрен сука!

Он встал из кресла, схватил меня за волосы, намотал их на ладонь и поволок к столу. Хоть и было больно, но я послушно шла за ним. Став, с одной стороны стола, он положил меня животом на стол, так, чтоб моё лицо оказалось у его паха, а ноги опускались с другой стороны стола. Теперь я отчётливо могла рассмотреть, как оттопырены его брюки от вставшего члена. Я уже хотела видеть это чудо, несмотря, на то, что была в неудобном положении с застёгнутыми за спиной наручниками руками и намотанными на его руку волосами.

На пару секунд он остановился. Взглянул, на сидящую съежившись Лену.

— Иди сюда, сука. — Лена послушно подползла. — Знаешь, что делать?

Конечно она знала. Она быстро расстегнула Господину брюки и ремень, и опустила их вместе с трусами на пол. Теперь перед моим лицом болтался красивейший член. Он был очень толстым, но не длинным. Я уже представила как возьму его головку губами.

Он смотрел на нас сверху, видя, как мы не решаемся, кто первый из нас возьмёт в рот его член. Я даже инстинктивно потянулась к нему, но получила лёгкую пощёчину.

— Не твоя очередь. Успеешь ещё. — с этими словами он протолкнул член в рот Лены, которая с нескрываемым наслаждение принялась сосать его и двигаться на нём ртом.

Так, длилось пару минут. Затем Господин оттолкнул Лену за голову и резко засунул член мне в рот. Я даже ойкнуть не успела, как почувствовала, что мой рот начинает долбить настойчивая дубинка. Я хотела сама доставить наслаждение Господину, но Он так настойчиво трахал мой рот, держа меня за волосы, что у меня и возможности не было. Меня очень возбуждало, как протискивается у меня во рту его гладкая головка, как его ствол трётся о мой язык. Мне в нос то и дело упирался волосатый лобок, и в глаза волосы лезли тоже. Но во рту всё двигалось легко, так как член и яички были тщательно выбриты.

— Дай плётку. — услышала я приказ Господина Лене, когда он остановился.

Лена, до сих пор сидевшая рядом и с близкого расстояния наблюдавшая, как буравит его член мой ротик, послушно встала, и принесла со стены плёточку. Она опять присела оказавшись лицом у паха Господина. К этому времени, заметив, что Господин остановился, я уже сама стала доставлять ему оральные ласки ртом и языком.

— Молодец. — услышала я одобрение Господина. — А ты сука, лижи мне яйца. — приказал он Лене.

Лена не смела ослушаться и залезла под стол. Она стала облизывать ему яички, заглатывать их по очереди в рот и обсасывать. Господин был явно доволен.

Через минуту таких ласк Он, взявшись за голову Лены, протолкнул, её между своих ног, и упёр её носом между своих ягодиц, давая понять, что хочет, чтоб она его там полизала. Лена раздвинула своими ладонями его ягодицы и стала там тщательно лизать. Господину стало ещё приятней.

Через минуту я поняла для чего понадобилась плётка. Моего слуха коснулся звук лёгкого взмаха и… моя попка почувствовала обжигающий удар. Я дёрнулась назад, но тут же была прижата ртом к члену.

— Чо, офигела? Соси.

Его грубость заводила меня. Наверно заводила и уходящая боль от удара плётки. Хлясь, ещё один удар, но не сильный. Но этот раз я уже дёрнулась не сильно. Даже завиляла попкой.

— Кажется тебе понравилось? Тогда продолжим.

Господин начал бить меня плёткой по попе всё чаще и чаще. Она уже была вся красная от лёгких ударов. Когда Он заметил, что я уже не дёргаюсь от его ударов, Он стал бить так, чтоб кончики задевали клитор. Вот тут я и поняла настоящий кайф мазохистов. Это были по истине потрясающие по своей чувственности ощущения, когда лёгкая боль пронзает клитор. Я уже и не знала, кончила я или нет, но хотела, чтоб это продолжалось до бесконечности.

Насладившись лениним лизанием, Господин приказал ей лизать мне половые губы и клитор. Он перестал хлестать меня плёткой. Но когда вдруг Лена начала вылизывать меня, он достал рукой свечу с подсвечника и, как я поняла капнул мне на спину горячим воском. От члена во рту, языка на клиторе, трущихся об стол сосков, горящей от ударов плётки попы я кончила. Кончила так, как никогда в жизни не кончала. Искры брызнули из глаз, меня всю скрутило, сжало, я задергалась, потекла, я выла и стонала.

Господин дал мне насладиться оргазмом до конца.

— Неплохо, неплохо! — пошлёпал он меня по щеке. — Только не забудь, что и Господина надо удовлетворить. — он вытащил у меня изо рта член. С него стекали мои слюни. Много слюней. — И кто это всё оближет? — целенаправленно обратился Он к Лене, сидевшей у меня между ног, с мокрым от моих выделений лицом.

Конечно Лена с удовольствием собрала с его члена мою слюну и тщательно вылизала его. А он тем временем, не выпуская из руки моих волос переместился и стал сзади меня. Он резко и сильно вогнал свой твёрдый член в моё жаркое лоно любви. Он стал до одури трахать меня, при этом обзывая и оскорбляя матом. Меня, в обычной жизни даже боящуюся подумать о таком слове, вдруг возбудили эти слова и я повторяла их за своим Господином.

Он остановился, видать немного устал.

— Снимай трусы сука. — приказал Он Лене. Затолкни этой пизде их в рот, как её трусы заталкивали тебе.

Лена выполнила приказ Господина.

— Что-то маленькие они у тебя. Не забита у пизды пасть. Снимай чулки и засунь

ей.

Лена запихнула мне в рот и капроновые чулки. Было стыдно, неприятно, наверно не красиво со стороны, но мне хотелось, чтоб это не кончалось.

Господин, повернул меня вдоль длинной кромки стола и начал долбить снова. Он приказал Лене залезть на стол, стать передо мной раком, упереться в стену. Теперь я могу носом тереться о дырку лениной попки. Что я и стала делать, управляемая умелым дёрганием за волосы Господином. А Лена стала стонать от приближающегося оргазма, одновременно растирая свой клитор руками.

Хозяин остановился. Он вонзил палец глубоко мне в попу. Хоть я до этого и не имела опыта анального секса, но из-за хорошей смазанности он туда вошёл как по маслу.

— Самое время. — прошипел Господин.

Он пару раз плюнул на мою попу и надавил на её дырку головкой члена. Она была настолько узкая и Он был возбужден, что кончил сразу. Кончила и я. Кончила в этот момент и Лена. Это был дружный оргазм. Наши вопли перемешались. Ленины лёгкие выделения брызнули мне в лицо. Сперма Господина бурно выплеснулась в меня…

Все отходили от оргазма. Лена попыталась слезть со стола. Я попыталась приподняться, но была прижата рукой Господина к столу. Он уже освободил мои волосы, но ещё не вынул свой член у меня из попы. Попа болела страшно. Господин поманил Лену и выдернув резко член из меня, приложил к раскрытой дыре рот Лены. Она высунула язык. Сперма из меня потекла на него и ей в рот. Мне захотелось выдавить её всю из себя я натужилась. Чувствую, что потекла больше. Хозяин отошёл от нас и направился к креслу. Я кончила выдавливать из себя, встала со стола и повернулась к Лене лицом. Она тоже выпрямилась. Мы прижались, обнялись. Наши губы сомкнулись. Языки проникли в рот друг друга. Лена выдавила мне в рот немного спермы.

Да, это была семенная жидкость моего Господина. Я была на седьмом небе от удовольствия. Я уже любила свою подругу и хотела быть пиздой Господина.

— Ты не ревнуешь? — спросила я Лену когда наши губы разъединились.

— С чего ты? — Лена выглядела счастливой. — Всё просто супер.

Господин похлопал в ладони.

— Бляди, ко мне.

Мы с Леной послушно стали по обе стороны кресла и присели.

— Ну, что. Теперь ты знаешь своё новое имя? — обратился Он ко мне.

— Да Господин. Я Пизда!

— Нравится? Fine. А кто сейчас будет моей пепельницей. — закуривая, произнёс Господин.

— Догадайтесь. — я уже послушно раскрывала рот.

— Отлично, пизда! Сука, принеси нам чего нибудь поесть. Then we'll continue. — обратился он к Лене.

— Наручники снять? — спросил Господин, когда Лена вышла.

— Зачем? Мне очень комфортно. — ответила я и получила порцию пепла на высунутый язык.Го