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We had the beautiful house with the parking-
lichen garden, so often on our walks
admired, and can hardly believe that
this should be our new home when we the gravel path
go up to the entrance. We leave hand in hand
enchant us from our new home, it takes
Ownership of us, with its massive wooden beam, be-
nen bidderly outstanding Erkern and his
Above all time, sublime. The broker had us
tells that the house lasts from a Herrischen there-
me had been inhabited, the reputation
had enjoyed, but this had bothered us less,
Because fascinated because it somehow matched the house.
This weekend we wanted to use the roof-
to clear the floor on which all kinds of inventory
The previous owner stood, but it left it behind
had. The children were so enthusiastic about the park,
and were immediately disappearing in him to play-
den when we had entered the property.
Should
You only explore the park, so we can be alone
the attic and his secret to be discovered-
devote Nissen, at first glance on the
We had discovered all sorts of old furniture.
We stay in front of the heavy front door made of wood
stand, our eyes meet and hike from
the key in your hand to the door lock. You open-
Nest the door and the threshold to our new home
lies open in front of us. Together we jump overwhelmed
About the threshold, laugh at us, and dance, us in
Circular rotating, through the sun -driven rooms.
I don’t know how long we dance through the rooms,
But the shouting of the children in the garden tears us like-
the one back now. We laugh and remember-
seres project.
Full of act and discovery urge
Let’s run up the stairs around the bet. Above-
Everyone is the first, we only grin ourselves and
Open the door to the attic.
A dim light as received from a fairy tale
us. The steep stairs upstairs smiles invitingly
with their old massive steps. We take-
men the invitation and increase in a row
steep stairs up.
Once at the top, we are like-
the how the first time, Immersed in this light, a
gentle, dim light, that through the milks
Shame window shimmered. There doesn’t seem to be a light at all
be too dark to be bright and too bright for dun-
to be kel. It already had us on the first visit
Word up here, which is nowhere to be spinned-
hen were, everything was clean in his place. The
old massive oak cabinet that his secret, despite
The last time you try to keep many attempts
Had the old sofa with its massive wooden backrest,
The majestic wing chair, the heavy oak-
table.
At the other end, everything is empty, only two ropes,
As for a swing, dangle from the ceiling. Under
The ropes lies a heavier, velvety and deep black
shimmering carpet.
I take my lighter out of my pocket and ignite
The candles of the multi -arm candlestick on the
Eichen table on. Mixing the candles flickering
with the dim light, to an atmosphere-
Sphere full of mysterious shimmering, and leaves the
Remove pieces of furniture in a stately light-
len;A royal arrangement. We’ll see each other
and go to the heavy oak cabinet,
To try to ventilate the secret again,
that he carries behind his doors.
We pull to the
Doors, but already as then during the tour,
Do not open a centimeter. Like by chance
Do you turn on one of the large, round handles and the
Door swings up. We are astonished to stare into the
Cabinet, look at us … paint and latex linen ..
All sorts of toys: cuffs ..
Linen … riding crops
………
We can’t get out of amazement ..
Giggle first like small children and then feel how
Slowly the atmosphere of this attic us and-
ter the skin begins to crawl and this acquaintance,
Dark, warm lust arouses that we sometimes down
dive.
All laundry hangs neatly on ironing. We take-
men the first piece, a narrower, knee -long, deep
Black shiny paint skirt with a zipper
rear;You stick it to your waist, smiling lasciviously
and ask “and?“While you were on my answer-
Test, you look at me provocatively, and in Mei-
A little fire begins to blazes. As if
you seem to have seen it, you put your skirt
on the sofa, gently stroke my cheek and
Say tenderly, but definitely “not yet!”. My wan-
ge nestles into your hand and I follow
your hand.
Completely from the magic of the black,
Captured shiny rocks, you already hold that to me
next piece in front of the eyes. A black latexcor-
Say to lace up, with suspenders. In your face
This gentle, overflow is slowly spreading-
genes smile that I love so much. Also the corsage
finds its place next to the paint skirt on the Sun-
fa.
Without saying anything or to a reaction of
To wait for me, get one more out of the closet
Black latex slip that is open in the crotch, black-
Ze stockings with seam, a few black leather stets-
TOS and upper arm length black paint gloves that
Leave the upper fingertips. You put everything fine
neatly next to the other things on sofa. All this
Do you do very slowly, always with one eye-
careful, and enjoys seeing how slow my mine
Lust rises in me.
With a cheeky, demanding grin on your lip-
You look at me. “So now we also need
something for you “. My eyes follow full of curiosity
Your hands as you do the laundry in the closet
examine.
A satisfactory smile forms
on your lips and you take a black one
Latex slip from the closet, with an inner, egg-
tortened precipitation and an attached
Zipper at the front, behind which you have the completed
Proterative can be kept. “That seems to me exactly that
to be right for you, you’re horny again “,
Look at me and take me provocatively in Mei-
a step. I flinch together, feel from you
caught and look at the ground. Feel like mei-
a lust rises in me, my longing, how I long-
sam trap, deep into the abysses of limitless trust.
I feel how your hand pushes under my chin
and press my head up, “look at me,
When I talk to you ”, in my eyes shimmering
this endless loyalty and devotion, this humble
Longing deep in my heart.
Deep penetrate
Look into me, feel how you come from every corner of my-
penetrate. Your hand presses me on me-
a shoulder down, I’m slowly going to my knees,
the Contact Not losing to your eyes. To your
Kneeling feet, I feel how I slowly lose myself-
Re, everything falls off and only you are still. “Wait here and
Don’t stir yourself from place!“I hear your specific
Voice sound and see how you come out beforehand-
sought things from the sofa and with them
Defort behind the closet.
On my knees,
Alone in front of the sofa, I feel lost on this
I am still strange attic. The seconds seem
to form in an infinite difficulty in minutes,
My ears try to catch every sound,
that canceled from your presence.
The clacking of the stilettos on the wooden floor tears
me from my emptiness, feel like an overwhelming
Makes me forces my gaze to raise you,
But I don’t dare. Dive in my field of vision
the stilettos, your legs as they are out of the black-
Zen leather grow up to the sky, wrapped in one
Hinth shimmering black promise. You steer
Your steps to the wing chair and let you in the
Blyaous forms of the armchair sink.
I feel how
Your eyes lie on me and wait for yours
Voice the silence fills out. Don’t dare my look
to loosen from the ground. An unbearable longing
To be redeemed to be redeemed, grows in me. “Pull
you out!“How a long -awaited Donnerhall fills dei-
a voice suddenly the attic.
I’m nod, stand
on and start to undress. “Slow!“Listen
I say you, master with this enjoyable-
the tone. My T-shirt slowly finds his way over
My chest, my head and I feel like your eyes ever-
that of my movements follows. I open my belt,
the button, hear how to open the zipper
the angles of the attic from my longing
told.
After each of my legs, its way out of pants
found in my slip in front of you, exposed
Except for one last piece of security from the old
World.
My grown lust ranges out my panties,
knows ascending to the sky, up to the spheres
our lust. An embarrassment rises in me, so before
to stand, to wait, hope. “What is, you want
Don’t take the slip too, I don’t think,
that you want to wait me! It is time that
we your lust for her adequate clothing-
fit!“Your voice also leaves me the last one
get rid of my covers, unprotected your eyes
Avoided, I stand in front of you. Feel your eyes
glide over my body full of satisfaction.
I hear
how you take a look out of the armchair and to me
Come, feel your lachery hand on my Har-
ten lust, your body very close to yours, yours
Lips on my ear, your tender, soft voice
“Your lust belongs to me, just me alone”. You remove
you from me and I feel the cooling of the roofbo-
dens now clearer. Your hands raise the latex slip
on and caress the interior while you are with egg-
a provocative smile on your lips
Looking for a look. “Since we don’t have a sliding cream, it will
The rubber hing for your buttocks probably something else
have to make more sliding “you sit down again
the armchair, open your legs.
“Look at that
You definitely like it, although I don’t know if you
that deserves!“I would have nothing else in that-
more desired than this your voice
hear. My eyes wander your legs-
on, over your knees, how to do the curve in the dark
Show shadows between your legs.
For the first time I see you in dressed in this
Black, shiny laundry. The tight paint skirt
If your legs are close, draw the shapes.
Gives an idea of the clips of the suspenders. The black la-
Texcora wings hug around your upper body, which
Roundings of your breasts shimmer full of light and
Shadow in the latex half -shells.
The lacing
trace the lines of your body. Your hands
Push the paint skirt a little higher, your legs
glitter in the black stockings, your skin draws-
net at the end of the stockings like a bright shade
away. You open your legs even more and my eyes
Follow your hands, see your lust wet out of that
Open latex slip. You take my latex-
Slip and play with the inner nationwide on your wet.
Your eyes fi xing me, my gaze;you enjoy
it hang on your hands like my eyes, mine
Lust is so open to you.
The Dildo
Immerse yourself in you, a quiet moan escapes yours
Lips. I feel the desire in me, like in warm waves
Come on, feel the desire to feel my pleasure with the
Massage hands. You like it with my lust
to play and cost each one and the dildo in
Double off you. “So that is enough“ abruptly ends the game.
You get up and come with the latex patch, its
Dildo wet, of your lust, shimmers towards me.
“Go on to put it on”, you hold my panties towards me, me
Take it and slip in.
You stand behind
me and play with the dildo on my rosette.
I feel how slowly shaping my buttocks,
Open me and the dildo slides deep into me. A
Lustful groans escape to me, what a loud
Clap the room fulfilled and I have a burning one
Pain feel on my buttocks.
“Well you will be quiet!“I hear your voice and
I know that you are now one of the riding crops in your hand
hold. The burning warmth spreads on my buttocks
slowly out in my whole body. You put
you in front of me, look at me ”I should again
hear something from you, I will have to knob you!
Understood?”I nod and a quiet” forgive “comes
Over my lips, look to the ground.
“Pull the slip full
and pack your cock!“I take mine
Hard tail and introduces him to the prevalent,
Pull the panties up very high and feel the dildo
penetrates a little deeper into me. You stand in front of me and be-
Tracht me “now we will be your lust a little more
tame!“Your hands take mine from shiny-
the LATEX enveloped tail and press it
To my body, then you pull the zipper
to, lock the zipper with a small one
The paddock and my cock is locked up. “So
Is that good, you little horny slave, we want
Not that you secretly on your cock jerk off
Tust “I still hear your voice while me-
ne hand forces the knees. You go behind me and
I feel your boot tip the dildo deep in me
presses into it, a quiet moan cannot be under-
press.
A short hiss announces the burning sensation that
will follow the same.
I feel one of the riding crops
Leaves the narrow trace of the burning on my bottom.
“I had warned you” I feel your breath
my ears and right to how you know me a little-
ches stuffed into my mouth
Is it your slip. You secure the gag with a LE-
Der dishes, “so now will be quiet”, the taste
your lust in the mouth and only through your nose
Get air, I see you standing in front of me. Your
Hand caressed over my cheek “You wanted
it is no different ”, your voice sounds gently in mine
Ear, I snuggle into the warm gentleness of yours
Voice, let the warmth deep into my heart. Feel like
the warm sound of your voice gives me the strength, me
to deliver completely.
“You still lack the insignia of your submission!”
your voice tears me out of my security.
And
I already feel like you a collar from latex with me
Easy to put around your neck. The buckles close
And I feel how the cool latex around my neck
nestle like a stop without limits in the infinite-
my trust in you. “Your hands!“Demand
You and I put my hands towards you. Also on
You attach cuffs to my wrists, as
you closing the buckles, more and more from
me.
My eyes are looking for yours, seek, look-
Enter from below, pleading. I feel gently yours
Fingeling on my forehead, my eyebrows,
How they tenderly follow the curved shape. You
Bang down to me, kiss me lovingly on me-
ne eyes, take my head between your hands,
look into my eyes. Your hands dissolve from
Take my head and a blindfold with flaps
the last option for me your own contact with you.
I
Listen your voice very close to my ear, like one
delicate breath from another world;“I’m there, have
you”.
A click, a short train on my neck and me
you know you took me on a leash.
The blackness of the eye flaps in front of me, I kneel
you. Lausche in silence. Attempts to hear what Mei-
ne cannot see an eye. Thoughts about what
you will be intended with me, strip through my head.
Every square centimeter of my skin longs-
Tensions towards a touch, in anticipation vol-
ler uncertainty, whether he can endure this burning
becomes.
A train on my collar and your determining
Voice solve me from my tension “I think
It is time for you to have the hard hand of yours mistress to
get feel ” .
The train on a leash is getting stronger
And I crawl on the pull of the leash and the clacking
your boots after. Feel like under my hands
and kneel the black velvety carpet-
Breit begins. “Stand up!“, Underline your words
The train of the leash, which the collar on my neck-
sam begins. A suppressed “MMPF”
escapes my mouth clogged with your slip.
I give in to the train, straighten up and feel how
the collar loosens again.
I feel like you
take my hands, first the right then the left,
and click, and another one. I stand in front of you, mine
Hands are slowly up from the ropes-
pulled. “Legs apart”, underline your feet
With gentle but certain, print your words. Mei-
ne legs follow the pressure of your feet until I
Avoided legs standing in front of you.
Nothing,
I listen, but the carpet swallows every sound
your steps. Suddenly I feel frightened that the-
ne hands on my feet, cool latex, and how-
who click, your hands at my other foot
and also click here. Now I have one too-
Schetten on the legs. And then nothing more, no one
No touch.
I listen excitedly ever-
The part of my body is up to infinity-
tremendous. In front of my inner eyes I provide you
stand to me. Then the clacking of your stilettos again
on the wooden floor and I know that you can-
serious. My thoughts follow the clacking, try
to form a picture of the attic and you.
Your steps are closer again, a quiet clink,
Let me guess the chain you got.
Two short click one after the other, a light train on
My feet and I know that the chain is its place,
found on the cuffs of my feet.
A delicate touch tears me out of my anxiety-
tung, a touch, I feel the tip of the riding-
Slowly over my legs over my body
drives along.
Along the inside of the thighs, over
My packaged, hard lust. I get hot, I feel
How all my pores open, the heat their way
seeks. You play with the riding crop for my crotch
And the hard, bulging line of my cock.
Play with my lust, my tension what pas-
will be and cost every second, enjoy it
see how my muscles are easy with every touch
pull out. Slowly you leave the riding crop over mine
Belly, my chest hike up, over mine
Neck, my chin.
Gently stroke my wan-
gene. My head follows the way the riding crop, nestled
yourself, knowing that your hand at the other end
The whip is.
“Stop it!“No more touch, just your stim-
me. I’m waiting. Then I feel your hands as you do that
Latex of the brief, which spans my buttocks, to
Push the middle;expose my buttocks.
Feel like
The riding crop scenarios indicated the curves of my POS,
drives along the contours of my panties. My mus-
Keln flinched easily when this hiss fulfills the air,
And immediately after that a burning line on my buttocks
draw, and another hiss. The burning is pulled-
ne lanes over my bottom, the pain spreads
Slowly in me. My hands gras-
len, search;If the ropes encourage, hold me
firmly.
Speat with everyone clapping that follows the hiss,
together. Bite on the panties in my mouth, yours
Slip. Then your cool paint -wrapped hand on mine
burning, hot buttocks. A steamed groan-
gails my gag.
Tender like the touch of a
Butterfly wings strokes your hand over mine
Buttock. Relieves the pain, cools the burning. As a
Warm spring breath, which tells of love, feel
I your breath on my ear. Your lips like
You nibble on my earlobe tenderly.
Feel
How your closeness gives me strength, trust. Feel like
My grip loosen on the ropes. Your delicate
Take touches deeply, and mix up
With the pain. Redeem me, from the distant
Touch the riding crop.
Still very drunk from the mixing of pain
And tenderness, I scare when you the leather-
Schirr solves that the gag, your panties, in mine
Mouth has fi xed.
I take a deep breath, drive myself with the
Tongue over my dry lips. Stark in the Dun-
Celess of the folds, not knowing what you are now
will do. Suddenly feel like your wet finger over
My lips drives, follow your finger with mine
Tongue and taste your wet lust. “Tastes
you that? The moist of my lust, how to cool yours
Wetted lips?“A smile forms on mine
Lips knowing that you are through with your finger
your wet step and yours have taken me
Lusts taste good.
Not just to taste,
Your voice in hearing in. This warm and yet be-
voice.
Again I feel your wet finger on mine
Lips, my tongue tries to get your finger-
man. You always play with my tongue
Briefly taste a droplet of your lust. Paint me
delicate lines around the lips, knowing that my tense-
ge will try to achieve this.
“Stop it now!
Lick my finger lick me clean!“Tour me-
a voice out of the game. My tongue licks beige-
Rig your finger clean. The taste of your lust
on the tongue, still the burning of my pos
In me, I feel slowly again. Suddenly, still
The sound of your hard voice in my ear, I feel
Your soft, warm lips on mine.
Gift
me, this soft lips, reply your for-
dern, feel a flex or my lust, in this lei-
denschaftliche kiss. Sink, forget the pain,
completely in your soft lips, your demanding increase-
ge. Just as surprising as your kiss over me-
Came, he ends. Confused of the game, mine grab
Hands back for the ropes, look for a stop.
“You have a pretty dry mouth, I’ll be you
Probably a little in your horny slave mouth piss
must! Although I don’t know if you deserve that!
Please let me go to you in your mouth-
se!“Decorating your words in my head, I am looking for
According to the words for my requests.
I already hear
Again this hissing, clapping and again the-
ses burn on my buttocks. “Well, you want to
Let me wait a little?”. A quiet “forgives” entertain-
soften my lips. “And what is now?“Your for-
The room fills the room.
My head slowly
Lifting in the direction of your voice, I ask you
“Please mistress, give your slaves Your piss. Please here-
Rin, please … “. Leaving in silence, whether my words are-
Meeting a wish, I expect what may come.
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