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I ring the doorbell with soft knees. My mistress Has borrowed me to her so that I can obey and serve her. The evening before she let me feel her power over me on the phone – I should be good – that was a command! After a long journey I am now in front of your house guy.
My princess opens the door in her many centimeters high pumps – my eyes are immediately drawn to her Füj3e. The first task is still harmless – I have to bring something to drink, I can even drink something myself.
As a matter of course, I let you go on the floor. I admire the handcuffs hanging around, boots and other objects.
“Your slave brought you a gift, sweet mistress” – I hand over a long, thin packaged object to her. She unpacks it and a beautiful, black whip appears. My princess grins at me as she weighs the whip in her hand so that a shower runs down my back.
“I’m expecting a visit this evening.
You are lucky that you don’t have to cook. But the kitchen is still tidy and wiping.“ -“ Do you want me to wipe the kitchen with a scrubber or on my knees with your hands, mistress?“ -“ Oh, better on my knees, I want to see you on my knees!”.
Because I’m so horny to slide on my knees from dominant women, my pants start to get closely. But first I have to clear a lot out of the kitchen, finish the wiping bucket, and then start to guide the buyer over the kitchen floor on my knees with my hands. My mistress has a pleasant and smile at me.
Whether you yours slaves Probably on the plump butt in the jeans? Finally, I wipe the last area right in front of your feet. With the face under your skirt hem, but like a look at the bottom, I wipe once or twice, only to do this humiliating work very close to your feet. I feel my cock is very damp.
Now the laundry is to be done. I get the dirty laundry from the bathroom and fill them into the drum.
Suddenly she pulls out a black, sharp panties under her skirt – “You can lick it now before you do it into the drum” – she shows me the inside of her briefs that has just been worn;I see a really wet trace of horny cunt juice and greedily go with my tongue and lick it up. It is a special grace that I can feel your taste.
“Are you sharply my princess?” -” Leave it out!“ -Then she suddenly pushes me to the ground. “That enough -in the machine with it” -“But …” -“Do you want to obey?“She takes out her hand – I reluctantly put the panties away in the washing machine.
“As a reward, you can now see my shaved pussy” – I look spellbound on two smooth, beautiful lips that, as I think, long for a slave tongue. But she bumps back me again.
“This is enough – what do you allow yourself!“A slave has to suffer!Due to different smaller errors clearing up and wiping (she checked the corners!) I have now received some penalty points for which I will be able to do punishments on my knees and on my knees. I am therefore praying by a princess to be beaten and humiliated. She hears me graciously. I can kneel in front of her and get a handful of firm slaps.
Your slaps are short and energetic, meet me at the bottom of the jaw and pull violently. Each mistress has their own style to slaves.
“Now kneel down, bent your upper body, and look ahead. You get your further penalty points now.“She takes out the whip and -zag – a pulling pain on my butt. “Cute – you have five penalty points” – “Yes, Mistress, that was one” – Pitsch – “two – grace, mistress” – Zack – “Au, three” – Pitsch – “I said you shouldn’t look?“ – I get two more wheezes at the punishment – but they were worth it, I saw my mistress out of the whipped with the whip ..
At evening, the visit is there, a little party.
I do minor tasks immediately and willingly, as I naturally let myself go down on their wink, to their feet. Whether someone suspects what a role I play here when I later let myself go to their feet in the evening and tenderly and playfully this Feet Massage my princess with her hands? After all, the whip is carelessly in her room on the ground – for everyone who looks into it by chance. Again and again and full of patience, I take on these wonderful feet, stroke their soles, can hardly think of anything else than the question of whether I can touch these soles of the feet again with my tongue ..
Late in the evening I kneel in front of my mistress and want to serve her. But I have to be completely good and must not bother your sleep.
For a long time I am awake in the feeling of being just one thing here: unconditionally humiliated slave. That makes me sharp again, but I have to be good. What a cruel game!But the next morning I have to go to the kitchen. The dishes are done by the slave.
My mistress strokes me from time to time with the whip over my butt – “I hope you know why you do that, yes?“I know exactly. I would do everything. Why do I only have a stand when washing it off? Later, while watching TV, I will be taken a little more firmly.
Handcuffs close around my wrists and my mistress and princess saying grinning: “You always wanted to kiss my feet? Now you can!“She strokes me with the guest tip of the suspicious curvature in my pants.
Dedigious because I cannot support myself with my tied hands, I let my upper body fall to the ground and pull up on her feet. I put myself in a lot of effort, as tender as possible each of your nicely painted Toes to kiss and lick.
I roll around on the floor, just to get under your sole of your feet with my tongue. Intensive feelings of humility and slave want to overwhelm me- but there, * Zack * a short punch with the foot- “it is enough now”. I have to sit down again.
Before going to bed I plead for a few violent blows with the whip, which she gives me full of pleasure.
Again she puts my obedience to a tough test, and the worst agony that I had to endure awaited me the next morning. Anyone who is sensitive here should immediately roll over the next sentence. She first grabbed me tender, then violently in my hair, and forced me to get up at seven o’clock!On the way home I’m totally sharp.
I knew that I was the slave;That it was all about please my mistress, and yet, again and again, again and again in front of her slide around on her knees, I stand up for her strokes, her feet in front of my face, her panties that I had to lick, and the sight for himI would wipe my mistress’s kitchen again and again on my knees;It has to happen – quickly one parking spot, An inconspicuous place – two or three times firmly encompass my hard stand, I roll around in the car seat, a full load in the wet injected pants.
My mistress, your slave was to serve you!
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