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.

While Lena was sitting with a man’s foot inserted into her mouth, the Master turned his attention to me. He pushed his hand between my legs, holding my thigh and pressing my knees to the chair. Now He could examine me “below” from a close distance. He began to unceremoniously touch my labia and clitoris with his strong fingers. Although He did not do it kindly, I wanted Him to continue. I just quietly spread my legs to the side, instead of resisting.

- Holy shit, how you flow!

The gentleman turned his gaze to Lena, who was sitting with her mouth wide open and her foot in it, and watched as He operated between my legs. The gentleman pulled his foot out of her mouth and with a sweeping motion, placing his foot on her head, pushed her so that she flew about two meters away.

— Fuck you, bitch!

He ​​stood up from the chair, grabbed me by the hair, wrapped it in his palm and dragged me to the table. Although it was painful, I obediently followed him. Standing on one side of the table, he laid me on my stomach on the table, so that my face was near his groin, and my legs fell on the other side of the table. Now I could clearly see how his trousers were bulging from his erect penis. I already wanted to see this miracle, despite the fact that I was in an uncomfortable position with my hands cuffed behind my back and my hair wrapped around his hand.

He ​​stopped for a couple of seconds. He looked at Lena, who was sitting cowering.

- Come here, bitch. — Lena obediently crawled up. - Do you know what to do?

Of course she knew. She quickly unbuttoned the Master's trousers and belt, and lowered them along with his panties to the floor. Now a beautiful penis was dangling in front of my face. It was very thick, but not long. I already imagined how I would take his head with my lips.

He ​​looked down at us, seeing how we were hesitant about who would be the first of us to take his dick into our mouths. I even instinctively reached out to him, but received a light slap in the face.

- Not your turn. You'll still have time. — with these words, he pushed his penis into Lena’s mouth, who, with undisguised pleasure, began to suck it and move her mouth on it.

So, it lasted a couple of minutes. Then the Master pushed Lena by the head and abruptly shoved his penis into my mouth. I didn’t even have time to gasp before I felt a persistent club begin to pummel my mouth. I wanted to give pleasure to the Master myself, but He fucked my mouth so persistently, holding me by the hair, that I didn’t even have the opportunity. I was very excited by how his smooth head squeezed into my mouth, how his shaft rubbed against my tongue. Hairy pubes kept getting into my nose, and hair was getting into my eyes too. But everything moved easily in the mouth, since the penis and testicles were carefully shaved.

— Give me the whip. — I heard Mister Lene’s order when he stopped.

Lena, who was still sitting next to me and watching from a close distance as his penis drilled into my mouth, obediently stood up and brought a whip from the wall. She squatted down again, ending up with her face at the Master’s groin. By this time, noticing that the Master had stopped, I myself began to give him oral sex with my mouth and tongue.

- Well done. — I heard the Master’s approval. - And you bitch, lick my balls. - he ordered Lena.

Lena did not dare to disobey and crawled under the table. She began to lick his testicles, swallow them one by one into her mouth and suck them. The gentleman was clearly pleased.

After a minute of such caresses, He, holding Lena’s head, pushed her between his legs, and rested her nose between his buttocks, making it clear that he wanted her to lick him there. Lena spread his buttocks with her palms and began to lick them thoroughly. The gentleman felt even more pleasant.

A minute later I realized why the whip was needed. The sound of a light wave touched my ears and... my butt felt a burning blow. I jerked back, but was immediately pressed with my mouth to the penis.

— What, are you crazy? Suck it.

His rudeness turned me on. The subsiding pain from the blow of the whip probably also triggered him. Hurting, another blow, but not a strong one. But this time I didn’t twitch much. She even wiggled her butt.

— Do you think you liked it? Then let's continue.

The gentleman began to hit me on the butt with a whip more and more often. She was already all red from light blows. When He noticed that I was no longer twitching from his blows, He began to beat so that the tips touched the clitoris. This is where I realized the real thrill of masochists. These were truly amazing sensations in their sensuality, when a slight pain pierces the clitoris. I no longer knew whether I had finished or not, but I wanted this to continue indefinitely.

Having enjoyed Lenin’s licking, Master ordered her to lick my labia and clitoris. He stopped whipping me. But when suddenly Lena began to lick me, he took a candle from the candlestick with his hand and, as I understood, dripped hot wax onto my back. From the dick in my mouth, the tongue on the clitoris, my nipples rubbing on the table, my butt burning from the blows of the whip, I came. She cummed like she had never cummed in her life. Sparks flew from my eyes, I was all twisted, squeezed, I twitched, flowed, I howled and moaned.

Master let me enjoy the orgasm to the end.

- Not bad, not bad! — he spanked me on the cheek. - Just don’t forget that you also need to satisfy the Master. - He pulled his penis out of my mouth. My drool was dripping off of him. Lots of drool. - And who will lick it all? — He purposefully turned to Lena, who was sitting between my legs, her face wet from my discharge.

Of course, Lena gladly collected my saliva from his penis and licked it thoroughly. Meanwhile, without letting go of my hair, he moved and stood behind me. He sharply and forcefully drove his hard penis into my hot womb of love. He began to fuck me until I was stupefied, while calling me names and insulting me with obscenities. I, who in ordinary life was afraid to even think about such a word, was suddenly aroused by these words and I repeated them after my Master.

He ​​stopped, apparently a little tired.

— Take off your panties, bitch. - He ordered Lena. Push them into this cunt's mouth like her panties pushed them into yours.

Lena followed the Master’s order.

— They’re a bit small. The pussy's mouth is not stuffed. Take off your stockings and shove

into her.

Lena stuffed nylon stockings into my mouth. It was embarrassing, unpleasant, probably not nice from the outside, but I wanted it not to end.

Master, turned me along the long edge of the table and began to hammer me again. He ordered Lena to climb onto the table, stand in front of me doggy style, and lean against the wall. Now I can rub my nose against the hole of Lenya’s ass. Which is what I began to do, controlled by Master’s skillful hair pulling. And Lena began to moan from the approaching orgasm, while rubbing her clitoris with her hands.

The owner stopped. He stuck his finger deep into my ass. Although I had no experience of anal sex before, because of good lubrication, he entered there like clockwork.

- It's time. - the Master hissed.

He ​​spat on my ass a couple of times and pressed the head of his penis on its hole. She was so tight and He was excited that he came immediately. I finished too. Lena also came at that moment. It was a friendly orgasm. Our screams were mixed. Lenin's light discharge splashed into my face. The Master's sperm splashed violently into me...

Everyone was recovering from the orgasm. Lena tried to get off the table. I tried to rise, but was pressed by the Master’s hand to the table. He had already freed my hair, but had not yet taken his dick out of my ass. My butt hurt terribly. The gentleman beckoned to Lena and abruptly pulled his penis out of me and put Lena’s mouth to the open hole. She stuck out her tongue. The cum flowed out of me onto him and into her mouth. I wanted to squeeze it all out of me, I strained. I feel like I'm leaking more. The owner left us and headed towards the chair. I finished squeezing it out, got up from the table and turned to face Lena. She also straightened up. We cuddled and hugged. Our lips pressed together. Tongues entered each other's mouths. Lena squeezed some sperm into my mouth.

Yes, it was my Master's seminal fluid. I was in seventh heaven. I already loved my friend and wanted to be the Master’s cunt.

- Aren't you jealous? — I asked Lena when our lips separated.

- Why are you? — Lena looked happy. - Everything is just great.

The gentleman clapped his hands.

- Fuck, come to me.

Lena and I obediently stood on both sides of the chair and sat down.

- Well, then. Do you know your new name now? - He turned to me.

- Yes Mister. I'm a Cunt!

— Do you like it? Fine. And who will be my ashtray now? - said the gentleman, lighting a cigarette.

— Guess what. — I already obediently opened my mouth.

- Great, cunt! Bitch, bring us something to eat. Then we'll continue. - he turned to Lena.

— Should you remove the handcuffs? - asked the Master when Lena came out.

— Why? I feel very comfortable. - I answered and received a portion of ash on my protruding tongue. Go