The apartment was large and the living room huge, and the glass table and the black leather armchairs that sat in the middle only accentuated the sobriety and peace between the simple walls, without any paintings. The heavy velor curtains, which hung from the thick cherry wood frames, stood out even more due to the white, cold and impersonal marble.
Smiling and full of elegance, the woman invites me to take a seat. On the table were cigarettes and an ashtray, arranged as if by an artist of elegant symmetry. She slowly turned her head to the hall lined with huge, brightly lit mirrors and her low voice, she said.
- Come here!
In no second, as if he knew in advance what was to come, there were quick footsteps and heels on the marble floor.
- Yes, Mistress
The first words of the slave seemed to arrive before her, making me even more curious to find out what she looked like. Without saying anything, I stared at her for a few seconds. The slave's body was shaped like an hourglass, her hair was black and ebony-black, her white arms were fastened to her corset with 2 short leather straps, which allowed her only a straight position, making her round breasts stand out, and standing. she had a pair of black heeled shoes that seemed to make her even taller. The slave stopped near the edge of the armchair, at the edge of an imaginary line, as if waiting without raising her head from the ground for the Master's commands. With quick and precise movements, the mistress released the straps with which the slave had her hands tied and, sitting as if even better in the armchair, looked at her and said:
- Get on your knees and serve me a cigarette.
Without finishing, he grabbed the whip from the armrest and applied a blow to the slave's buttocks. The white and seemingly immaculate skin of the buttocks turned red immediately and you could see the red mark left by the whip. The slave gasped briefly and without looking up, reached for the pack of cigarettes and held it out to the Mistress. Playing with the lighter in her left hand and the whip in her right, the Master took a cigarette from the package offered by the slave and with a smile that barely appeared in the corner of her mouth and lit it. He told her as he relaxedly rolled smoke out of his mouth:
- Go past the wall and bend over for inspection! Untie your ass! Do you use your hands or do you want to suffer? Faster!
With her back to us, the slave took the inspection position and, spreading her legs, arched forward. At the hearing of the last sentence uttered by the Master, the slave grabbed her buttocks with her hands and untied them, squeezing them between her fingers and letting her holes be seen. Although it was a few meters away from the wall, I could see that it was freshly shaved and had a piercing on both lips. Without saying anything, the Master suddenly rose from her chair and, as she was close to the slave, applied a blow to the whip, which this time fell on the fingers with which she kept her buttocks apart. The dry, hard blow made the slave pull her buttocks even harder, and her breasts fluttered for a second, like a shock wave.
- Come see.
Without waiting for the second invitation, I get up from my chair and head for her. I approach the Mistress, look her in the eye and ask her if she will let me inspect her. Her gaze, silent and cold, but showing that she was proud of her slave, nodded to me and seemed to wait to see how pleased and delighted I was.
It could be seen and it was not difficult to realize that the slave was not more than 20 years old, and this incites me even more. Satisfied as if by my admiring glances, the Mistress grabbed the slave by the collar by the neck and lifted her to an upright position.
- Get on your knees!
Seated on all fours, with only a collar around her neck, a black leather bodice and her forehead resting on the marble floor, the slave waited submissively. I don't know how she felt or thought in those moments, but the look in her eyes made me believe that beyond her peace and obedience, a wild soul was hiding.
"Aren't you hungry, you slutty slave?" Reply!
The whip described a perfect curve and landed deaf on the slave's buttocks.
"Yes, Mistress!"
With a mischievous smile, the Master looked at me for a long time and, as if waiting for my confirmation, lifted the slave by the collar from her neck and looking into her eyes, although the slave was looking at the ground, she said:
- Look, our guest is willing to let you eat, but woe to your ass if you do not eat everything, you know what awaits you!
Satisfied with all this game, she looks at me and letting go of the collar, with a wide and important gesture, she invites me to sit in the armchair.
"Come here, slave!" Faster! What do you think, sir, do you like this slave? Do you allow him to eat? It seems to me that he is really hungry….
Her smile makes me smile too and entering her game, I replied:
- Yes. I think we could let her eat, but I don't know if she knows how to use cutlery properly.
- I assure you that yes, came the Master's answer. What do you expect fucking slave? Untie our guest's pants and serve first! Come on, we don't have all day.
Sitting on her knees between my spread legs, the slave quickly unzipped her trousers without looking up and without much reluctance, approached the limb that was semi-erect thick and wet lips. Watching her from her armchair, the Mistress looked at me excitedly, but when she saw that the slave showed no signs of joy for the meal I was serving her, the smile on her lips disappeared and I saw her frown and without saying anything else she stood up. and with an incredible advance he hits the slave on the back.
"Damn slave!" Is that how you thank my guest ???
The hard and heavy blow on the white back had the effect of a red mark, which he gasped briefly and grabbed with a hand the tool that was already erect and tried to put it in his mouth. She looked at the Mistress once more, and when she saw the level of anger rise on her face, though I waited to see her immediately carry out the command, she hesitated. On the verge of anger, the Master unleashed herself and began to apply rhythmic whip blows to the slave's buttocks and back, who, although sighing in pain, hesitated to put it in her mouth. It all lasted about 30 or 40 seconds while the slave held my tool in her hand and with her arched back received the blows. After about 10 blows, the indifference and lack of desire disappeared from the slave's face, and with tears running down her cheek, she put it in her mouth and with the touch of fleshy and hot lips, she began to suck it. The mistress placed the whip on the stand next to her chair and turned to us, where she leaned over the slave and slapped her on the bottom. The palm leaves marks on the slave's buttocks and they seem to make her suck it even faster. With the other hand, the Mistress grabs the slave's neck and as if wanting to make sure that her mouth will cover my whole tool, she presses her neck trying to keep it that way and make her push it as deep as possible. Her tears had stopped, but she continues to suck her now without showing that she doesn't like him.
- Silly bitch! Do you eat what you want? What a jerk you are! Let me teach you what and how to eat, whore !!!
Stopping to slap her on the bottom, the Master, without any prior warning and without even wetting her, puts it in the pink anus of the slave. With a frightened look and trying as if to look for Stapana, but forgetting that his mouth was just full of my tool, he turned his head and at the same time with one hand tried to remove the anal toy that had entered enough to it hurts quite a bit. Feeling that he wants to take his cock out of his mouth, and as I was very excited by the slave's refusal, I grab her by the collar and slap her on the face. I don't know how much it hurt, but instantly she stopped trying to get her asshole out and put her hand to her face.
"Did I let you out of her mouth, you bitch?" What do not you like? Did you eat anything else today ???
Without waiting for her to answer me, I look at the Mistress and as I see that she was busy widening her anus even more, I get up from the armchair, let my jeans fall and take my shirt off me. I grab her by the neck and lift her to her feet. The mistress looked at me and as if understanding what I wanted to do, she stepped aside and sat down in the armchair, spread her legs and began to squeeze her nipples between her fingers. That's what I waited for. I half return to the slave and as I see that she is still rubbing the face of the received palm, I squeeze her neck and pull another palm on her other cheek and force her to kneel this time in front of me while I remain in feet. I take off my jeans that were already confusing me and with my back to the Mistress who was watching excitedly as I treated her slave, I grabbed her by the neck and forcefully put the tool on her neck, regardless of her protests. Small palms, but with long and thin fingers, try to resist and grab me by the ass trying to keep me away, but although I feel that he can not get more into his mouth, I squeeze the back of his neck and neck in my hands and not I only let him go when I feel like he's going to suffocate. I make my mouth a playground with all this go - come of my tool. She moans and feels how she hates me with all her being, but as if knowing that she is waiting for her much longer than that, she grabs the tool with both hands and starts rubbing it while I grab her by the neck and as I lift one leg and support it. on the arm of the armchair, I put her tongue on my scrotum. The fact that I know too well that she is wild and could bite me, makes me show her once again who the owner is and I slap her on the breasts, then put her head between my legs. Behind me, the Mistress was massaging and squeezing her hardened breasts and nipples with one hand and rubbing her paws with the other hand. She was wet. There was joy and ecstasy on her face. The mistress slowly rests her head on her back and with her eyes closed continues to rub. Holding her head tightly with both hands, I make the slave suck her faster and after a while, I take my foot off the arm of the chair and suddenly take my tool out of the slave's mouth. I grab her by the collar, rather drag her on the floor and make her walk on all fours as I approach the Mistress's chair. The mistress opened her eyes slowly and without stopping to rub her wet pussy she smiled at me. I grab the slave by the collar, place her and stuff her face between the Mistress's legs. Her hands wrap around her mistress's bust as if she didn't want to let go. Her hot tongue penetrated more and more into the mistress's vagina, which gasped more and more with pleasure.
Without caring too much about them, I position myself behind the slave, who on all fours as she was, gave me a special view of her anus. I take a pillow from the armchair and throw it down between the slave's legs and without wasting too much time I get on my knees and get ready to take revenge on the one who didn't like my tool. I apply a slap over her ass and open her buttocks even harder to see her pink hole as well as possible. With the thumb of my left hand I try to make room in her anus, and with the other hand I rub my erect limb. She has a tight hole and it's as if to make sure I won't put her there, the slave tries to turn her head, but the mistress doesn't let go and keeps her face tucked in her pussy, while she nods to me I'm calm. I fit the dick as well as possible and to let her know that I can punish her as I want and when I want, I put it in her ass. , slaps her over the face and wraps her legs over the back of the slave, as if to make sure that her hot tongue will always remain in her pussy. The thick tool only half enters her anus and this makes me more and more aroused. I take it out, open its pieces and spit in the hole to try to dig deeper. And this time, even though I had wet her, the slave screamed when I pushed her as hard as I could. Slowly but surely, the hole widens and I can put it all in. I rub it for a few moments and feeling that I feel like letting go, I quickly take it out and grab it with a collar, I get to my feet and bring my face to the tool. I make her look into my eyes, while with my other hand I rub my penis to let go. The mistress looks at me in ecstasy and with her legs wide open she continues to masturbate, putting her fingers in the vagina swollen with pleasure.
The white jet of cum comes out of the tool and catches the unprepared slave, who no longer has time to close her eyes. The semen is now flowing from his forehead to his eyes and I try to squeeze the last drop of semen to make sure I fill his face. When I feel that nothing comes out and holding her by the neck without allowing her to move, I slowly collect the sperm from her face and put it in her mouth, although she protests.
It all culminates with the jerky gasps of the Master who lets go as soon as she sees her slave's face full of cum. Tired, but with a wide smile on her face, the Mistress gets up from the armchair, approaches the slave on her knees in front of me, grabs her by the neck and with an ironic smile asks her:
- Did you see that you can? Swallow everything and not see even a drop of cum on the floor that makes you lick it. Did you understand bitch?
The slave closes her eyes, and on her knees as she was, she swallows the cum from her mouth and as if wanting to show the Mistress that she did this, she opens her mouth and shows him that she had nothing left in her.
Satisfied, I go to the chair, lift my clothes from the bottom and start getting dressed. I look at the Mistress and nod, pointing at the slave.
- She's wild and still doesn't know how to behave, but I'm sure I have some methods to learn her.
- Tomorrow at noon.
- Get her ready!
I close my jeans and head for the door. The mistress said nothing, but before she opened the door, although I did not look back, I heard that the slave had begun to cry slowly. Before closing the door behind me, I only heard the sound of the tie on the slave's skin.
