Good girl

"Well, maybe we should go to my place?" — these words mark the beginning of the most interesting part of a relationship. Before this, a man and a woman are merely practicing getting to know each other, tossing out feelers, or flaunting their feathers or mane. It all depends on what one has and how lucky they are.

Angela had been waiting for these words too, having circled the handsome brunet for a good hour. He enticed her with his brown eyes, which held a magical power. His body exuded pleasant scents and was filled with strength. In her dreams, Angela was already giving herself to him on the stairs in the first random entranceway.

"But he invited me home!!" Angela felt

like a lottery winner. And why not — there were many beauties in the club, but he chose her specifically.

"It's because I have great tits and ass," Angela decided.

"You have such bright eyes," Igor whispered to her. Angela squealed with pleasure. The loud music drowned out this cry of an excited female, but she managed to release some energy, experiencing something akin to an orgasm.

In reality, the girl had scared off all possible candidates for the invitation, leaving the man no choice. Her dead ass circled around him like a shark's fin, narrowing the circle. He even started to like how devotedly she looked into his eyes, how she bristled when anyone female approached closer than three meters.

"I could quite possibly tame her, and she'll work on her ass over time," Igor reasoned.

On the way home, the recent predator relaxed in the passenger seat, trying to fully savor her victory. Soft music was playing in the car. "I think that's Chopin…," Angela thought to herself but didn't dare say it out loud. Igor watched the road, occasionally casting his magical gaze at his companion. In the club, she had behaved quite differently. She danced near him, twirled her ass, and occasionally flashed her breasts. Now she was relaxed and expecting the man to make a move.

"You're going to get it good tonight, girl…," Igor thought and smirked.

When they got out of the car, he mentioned briefly:

"You know, I share an apartment with two guys…"

"Ooooh!!!" — the pleased Angela drawled, — "so I'm in for a threesome tonight!" — she winked at Igor and burst out laughing.

"She thinks that's funny," the man pondered, but out loud he said:

"Whatever my Lady desires!"

As he said this, he bowed his head and touched his lips to the girl's finger. She trembled and let out a loud exhale.

The couple entered the house. They quietly went up to the apartment and just as quietly slipped into Igor's room.

The room was a typical male den. It had only the essentials — a bed, a wardrobe, a few shelves with tech, a pull-up bar, and the walls were decorated with posters of naked girls. But the guest had no time to examine the room; she wanted sex! The man, heated up at the club and forced to restrain himself while driving, didn't keep her waiting. He sat the girl on the bed and began very slowly removing her clothes. Her breasts were the first to be exposed.

"Your nipples are so hard," Igor noted, touching them. "Have you ever tried playing with them?"

"How can you play with them?" the excited lady inquired.

"How?… For example, attach a clothespin…" — Igor looked intently into Angela's eyes. She couldn't withstand that gaze.

"Do you have clothespins right now?" the girl asked.

Igor looked around and pulled one out from somewhere.

"Need help?" he asked.

She swallowed and replied:

"No, I'd rather do it myself."

The nipple stood out and seemed to beg for an introduction to the clothespin. The girl squeezed her eyes shut, but then she couldn't see where to attach it. A second later, she made up her mind, opened the clothespin's mouth, and it bit into her hard nipple. Angela cried out but didn't remove the clothespin.

"It's not scary at all," she said with an uncertain smile, looking into the man's brown eyes. "Do you want to attach another one to the other breast?" — she was starting to enjoy this game.

Igor, like a magician, produced a second one from somewhere and, without answering, attached it to the free nipple. The girl cried out, but only for a moment. Then she sighed and smiled. The next instant, she suddenly jumped on the bed, her breasts jumping with her and then dropping. And then they made a few more little jumps. During them, the pain in her nipples returned, but she wanted more. Igor began touching the ends of the clothespins, and the girl started moaning. Then he ordered her to take off her skirt and panties.

"Want to play some more?" he asked, pulling out a whole bowl of clothespins.

"Yes!" Angela replied and spread her legs. Between them, her already swollen, shaved labia were on display. Igor adorned them all with clothespins. They were different colors, which made both lovers laugh.

"Let's leave just two blue ones," — with these words, the experimenter began removing them from the labia to the moans of the test subject girl. It was a pleasant pain of liberation from the shackles.

"You know, I even got hard from how you're moaning," the tormentor informed her. He took off his pants and underwear. A cock stood between his legs. It was indeed standing like a pole and looking for work.

"Get on your knees, bitch!" ordered the owner of the standing cock.

Angela obeyed without a word. The clothespins between her legs caused her pain, but she overcame it. Igor approached her, touched the ends of the clothespins attached to her nipples with his hands. The girl grimaced and moaned softly. He smirked and slapped her cheeks with his cock. He ran his fingers over her mouth and squeezed her lips. He began kneading them and continued tapping the girl's cheeks with his cock. She accepted all his actions with pleasure, wanting only one thing with each strike — to get the cock in her mouth.

"Want to suck my cock?" the tempter asked the girl.

"Yes, I really want to! Put it in my mouth," the girl pleaded.

"Where's the 'please'?" the man protested.

"Please…" Angela babbled in response and got what she desired. The cock's head entered her little mouth and began moving there. Igor worked his hips precisely and with expertise. The girl reached her hands towards the shaft, but he ordered her to put them behind her back.

The girl on her knees obeyed.

Igor stroked her hair, saying:

"Good girl!"

The "girl" couldn't answer, as the cock filled her mouth all the way to her throat. Tears welled in her eyes, taking the evening makeup with them in a colorful trail down her face. This really turned the male on, and he wanted more thrills.

"Listen. Want to play some more?" the man asked, pulling his cock out of his captive's mouth.

"Yes!!" she exclaimed joyfully.

Then the man retrieved a spool of strong rope from the wardrobe. He went to the pull-up bar and threw the rope over it. The girl obediently approached and stood nearby. The man tied her wrists, pulled the rope taut so her hands were raised high, and secured the victim in that position. He lowered the remaining rope to her ankles and tied each one separately to the base of the pull-up bar, trying to spread them as wide as possible but securing them so the woman couldn't move.

"Can you move, bitch?" he asked when he finished.

"No, I can't…" he heard in reply.

"That's good, we'll keep playing. Remember — you are my property, and I can do whatever I want with you."

"Yes, Master…" the property agreed.

"So now, I want my neighbors to see my toy. I will allow them to touch you, attach clothespins, slap your lips. I won't allow them to penetrate you — you are a toy, but only my toy. You can ask me for leniency before they come in. I'm listening."

"Master, blindfold me."

The guy was surprised but fulfilled the request and blindfolded the girl with a silk scarf.

"Now you must accept everything without complaint, do you understand, bitch?" he said as sternly as possible.

"Yes, now I'm ready, Master."

Two more young guys entered the room. One was in sweatpants, the second only in underwear. Seeing the girl, they smiled. Surely the neighbor often treated them to such a dish. They approached the body and began touching the girl. Her breasts with the clothespins attracted them. The athlete first removed both, then reattached them. The girl moaned during this. Then he began pulling on the ends of the clothespins, smiling as he watched the victim's facial expressions and listened to her moans. Soon he dropped his sweatpants and underwear, touching the clothespins with one hand and his cock with the other.

The guy in boxers began caressing the girl's pubic area. He removed the clothespins; they were in his way. He clearly loved licking pussies, and here it was fully exposed and even starting to get wet. Thoroughly aroused, and having dropped his underwear, he knelt before her and began caressing between the girl's legs with his tongue.

The Master watched this performance from the side. He watched his toy and the men who got aroused too easily. They were just toys to him as well.

"They know nothing about real entertainment…," he thought with regret.

Both guys got aroused very quickly and came. They tried to soil the girl with their semen as much as possible, as if getting extra satisfaction from it. Soon they left, and the girl and her Master were alone.

The blindfold was removed from her eyes, and the bonds were untied.

Angela collapsed on the floor, exhausted. She felt broken and humiliated. But this excited her greatly, so juice was already running down her knees. Igor didn't let her rest. He put her on her knees and pulled her dead ass towards him. His cock easily entered the wet hole and slid skillfully inside. But this seemed too boring to the man, and he, lifting his slave's ass even higher, entered the tight hole.

At first, the girl didn't even understand she was being fucked in the ass — the lubrication from her pussy was enough for easy penetration. But pain was unavoidable, and soon she felt it — as the Master's cock entered more and more frequently and deeply. She had no strength to resist, and she relaxed, trying to find a more comfortable position. Such submission pleased the man, and he continued his path to satisfying his desires. The girl's moans turned into cries, and she began touching her clitoris. Excitement began to overflow, and soon both lovers came. First, the cock slipped out of the girl's ass, then a white trail of semen flowed out.

"Dirty bitch!" the Master shouted when the gift of coherent speech returned to him.

It was hard to argue with that, and the girl went to the bathroom. She didn't know what to do next. She thoroughly washed off her smeared makeup, washed her body, and tried to calm down. Igor entered the bathroom and asked:

"Would you like to do it again? Did you like it?"

"I don't know…" Angela answered honestly, and looking into the brown eyes, added:

"Master…"

"Good girl," Igor replied and affectionately patted his bitch on the cheek…