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Lessons for the TV slave
My existence as a TV slave and property of my master gives me a deep inside satisfaction. It corresponds to my being and fills me with Stotz to be a useful object to my Lord, even if I have more to suffer less, sometimes less. I know that I am not perfect and will probably never reach full perfection, but thanks to my Lord, I get closer to this goal. My gentleman turns his dominance in very different ways at a time, but this is very subtle but sometimes he also uses correspondingly harder methods and I would like to tell of just such a campaign here today.
A normal Saturday begins I am styled as my master and master likes it.
Strapskorsage and seam socks in black the super short leather mini. Of course I am also strong and grutty, I know that my gentleman likes to see this so I also have very freshly made long bright red fingernails. To make my outfit perfect, I still wear the overknees made of paint with the 13 cm metal heels.
Breakfast is prepared and the coffee is cooked and so I wait humble in the kitchen until my gentleman is getting up to take up his breakfast. When the time has finally come and he set himself to the table I come to bring him a fresh coffee.
“I wish you a wonderful good morning my master and master” with these words I greet him in a friendly manner and give the coffee in. “Let yourself be looked at bitch” According to these words of my master, I take a step back and turn around the axis, nice slowly so that my master has been in detail to patter me in detail. Satisfied he said “Well, that fits little hooker, come from”. Immediately I’ll go back to him.
With one hand he grabs me on ass With the other he reaches under my skirt “let’s see if your cage is still properly sitting” says and controls me trained look whether mine tail is also properly closed. He comments on it with the words “Yes, so that as a stupid fuck piece you have no use for the dirty part anyway”. Then he grabs mine with a strong grip Egg And says “And if your Klüstries also overflow, you have to go through because I alone determine when you can empty them”. He grabs hard again under a sneering laugh and then pushes me away.
He is satisfied with his breakfast and does not recognize me anymore. I stand there with a reduced look and wait for any commands.
After a while my gentleman says without turning his breakfast and even without a look at me, “I love the sight of the ballet heels on you as if you’re going to put on them now”. Yes my gentleman as they command, ”I say turning around and going into bedroom To put on my heels my Lord Leib it when I wear this ballet heel in contrast to me. They are not exactly very comfortable and I can’t walk in my shoes so that I am forced to crawl on all fours but after all I want to please my Lord and so I slip into my shoes.
On all fours I crawl back to my master, he sees towards me and only says “Exactly there you belong to creeping on the floor in front of me.“Until the end of his breakfast, I kneel obedient and without speaking next to my master and wait for my female to be finished. “Clanify the table and then come to me” with these words he rises and goes into Living room. As ordered, I clear the table but everything in creeping attitude that is very exhausting and also quite a long time, because of course I can’t move very well.
After work, I go to my master in the living room that sits on the sofa and reads newspaper. “I know that you don’t like these uncomfortable shoes and that’s why you can now thank me for wearing me by pampering me a little, so come from” with these words he opens his pants and I crawl obedientlyhim too.
I start in nice and slowly jerk off And crawl with the other hand nice his eggs because I know that he always likes this very slowly I start licking his eggs and kept wanking then I lick his shaft and the glans until it is very hard I take it tenderly in my mouthAnd play around my greedy lips the plump acorn lick again and again and hear my gentleman moan. His cock slides into my greedy mouth and I crawl his sack and massage his eggs “yes deep bitch” and grabs my master and grabs my head and I press deep into his lap so that his plump cock ends up deep in my throat. From then on my gentleman takes over the direction and leads my head as he wants it. Again and again he pushes his cock deep into my throat and watch how I have to fight.
Ruthlessly he uses me and I have to fight against the gag, but that’s exactly how my Lord just loves it, I have to go through. Again and again he gets his cock out of it just to push again into my throat again to the stop. Slowly I get tears in the eyes before effort, but this is what drives my Lord even more. Then finally, I am not able to be able to do it, he rams his cock with hard bumps into my mouth and then his pulsating gem in my throat empties.
“Yes, beautiful you swallow you bitch” he fought and lets his juice run. I would like to thank my Lord for the species -appropriate use. Then he captivates me and I have to lie in front of him at his feet, he uses me as a footrest and devotes his newspaper again. So I’m lying there now and knows exactly that my gentleman doesn’t want to hear anything from me now and I have to refrain everything that could feel disturbed.
When he finished with his newspaper, he turns to me and says “I decided that you will also learn to run in the ballet heels then I have even more fun with you.
That’s why we will start with a standing training today and believe me that will serve very tiring and painful for Feet”. With these words he solves my bondage and ties my hands together. So tied up he leads me into a corner of the room and threads the end of the rope through an eyelet on the ceiling. He time my arms as far up as it is possible for me on my knees, then he would get up to me.
I get up carefully first puts one foot on the floor and slowly start to strain it. This is very exhausting in the shoes after all, I only stand on my tiptoe then the second foot until I stand fully upside down. Oh god I think how long I can withstand this. As soon as I am erected, my Lord pulls my arms a little higher, but not on the top with purpose.
On the one hand, this prevents the possibility that I kneel down again. In addition, it makes it difficult for me by connecting my feet. “So now you can train standing nicely now. And even if you hurt your feet, I don’t want to hear anything from now.
No complaints or whining and no rum moan. I don’t want to feel disturbed by you in any way.“With these words he turns around and pursues his jobs.
So I am now in the ballet heels and can’t escape it. The worst thing is that I don’t know how long I have to endure this but I am afraid that I have to endure very painful feet. The pressure on my tips of the toes is growing more and more and I have no way to relieve them to get a little breathing space.
My feet pain more and more and still my lord does not make any institutions to redeem me. Every now and then he comes up to me to look at me with a malicious grin. “I like it very nice and so,” he says and disappears again.
I have now lost every sense of time and the pain is slowly increasing to unbearable and it is more and more difficult for me to suppress a quiet groan. But I have to pull myself together otherwise this could go out bad for me after all I know my master and know how he reacts when I don’t spur.
This is how the time goes away and the pain is getting stronger and it comes as it has to come. As much as I try and exhaust it is no longer possible for me to suppress pain and I start moaning and winding as quietly as possible. With every expression of pain I panic that my gentleman could feel disturbed but I just can’t suppress it anymore. But he’s already standing in front of me and his gaze does not make anything good.
“What do you form a nu useless piece of dirt. I didn’t tell you that I don’t want to be disturbed. Whining and whimpering just because you should stand a little. But well if you want to whine then I’ll give you a reason “.
According to these words, he pushes my skirt up so that my bare buttocks are free. My gentleman leaves the room and I know what will come now is anything but pleasant. When my master comes back he has a leather strap and a whip with him and without torching it starts to pull the leather strap over my ass. “Well if you don’t want to hear,” says my master and keep going my ass spanking.
Again and again the rhymes meet my buttocks and I can wind myself as I want I don’t escape the blows. In between there are always hard blows and my ass is getting hotter and it begins to burn and pain. And always accompanied by my screaming of pain. “Yes now you can scream now you have a reason” and the straps are streakelessly buzzing through the air and also meets the painful meat of my whores.
When my gentleman is satisfied with the result he says “So color he now has a decent missing only the right stripes” and then it goes on with the whip that is just so merciless. In the meantime, my screaming of pain has only become sobs and I hope it will be over soon. But I have no influence on that and before my gentleman is not satisfied with the result he doesn’t stop. But what is finally the case after felt endless blows.
“I’ll teach you obedience you bitch. And because it is so beautiful you can now practice for half an hour. “With these words it is about again and leaves the room. So now I’m still there with aching feet and tormented ass. I just hope that I can let my whine in the future training hours.
I just have to do it because my highest goal is to please my Lord and to be satisfied with no matter whatever he demands from me. But for today I only long for the liberation of my standing position. And as I said after half an hour my gentleman came and let me back to the ground. “From today there is daily standing training for you and later the running training comes” “Yes, my lord I will do my set as possible to achieve this goal” I reply and apologize again for my disobedience that he only in a kick in the assacknowledged.
“Of course you will continue to wear the ballet heel for the rest of the day because as I said the sight delights me”. As soon as he said, he leads me back to the sofa tortured me there and I am used again as a footrest.
So my first lesson ends to run in ballet heels and this was anything but pleasant for me, but what does a submissive slave sluder take like me not to become the perfect useful object for his master.
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