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 On Wednesday, the master gathered his slave under the open sky. What does it look like? We have already been looking for a suitable place in her name for some time now, and now the day has come to open that place. He could not imagine that such a thing would happen today. Dress code: Latex shorts, latex shirt, collar and ankle straps. The woman's car parked in a passenger car park which the owner had said would be used as an assembly area and went inside. After a few kilometers he reached nature, at the edge of the forest. After the Master surveyed the scene and allowed the Slave to explain the possibility of a Slave hiding there, everything happened faster than expected. Anyway, the meeting was a surprise as we were given short notice the night before to get ready early the next morning. According to the weather forecast, I don't think there will be a meeting. However, despite the minus 9 degree weather, I didn't dry out, and my order arrived on my cell phone around 7:30....

The slave was scheduled to visit his master "for an hour" on Monday. Of course, he needs enough time for this. She knows how to interpret her master's words, and when she is in her master's kingdom, time does not play an important role, only the lady's time and mood are used. It was the same on Monday. He was seen wearing a short shirt and latex pants with a collar and slave belt, and two days ago he scored a short-term grocery delivery (= 55 minutes). The master wanted to introduce the servant to his friend, so he asked him to come home in two days. But things were different. When he was massaging his master's feet and suddenly ordered him to take off his clothes and wipe off his sweat (it was clear and warm), he noticed that the sun would turn in another direction. "If you wore a latex suit, what size was it?" \"L is for wife\" \"Then choose this!" Now, of course, the slave's face revealed a special joy. On the one hand, ove...

 dissident Slave 1548 sat on soft leather. His body was leaning against the familiar whipping cabinet, though he was afraid of it. The only clothing he wears is a thin latex mask that serves to obscure his view of his surroundings. He could only hear and imagine what was happening around him in muffled voices. And the owner, who was watching everything, enjoyed this moment by listening to the birds chirping to the special guest through the half-open window and washed the servant's flesh with fresh air before starting the next stage. Everything is ready and the slave is ready to start playing right away. She could tell she was enjoying the moment of relaxation, feeling the warm skin beneath her and her teacher next to her. Now his breathing calmed down. In one fell swoop he found his way from the front door to the frame of the rack and without thinking he ran towards her. He had no illusions that this afternoon would be very difficult, as he had disappointed his master with his lazi...

Dominants rarely organize mutually convenient sessions in the morning. For me, these visits only happen during the day and it made sense to organize them in the morning, especially considering the subject. I called at the appointed time to a neat but discreet address in the center of Trier. When I got to the top of the stairs, a beautiful blonde was waiting for me at the entrance to her beautiful home. The welcome was very friendly and we chatted a lot before the actual session. On this day, Lady Patricia chose a black leather suit, a leather top and a long black leather skirt, beautifully highlighting her beautiful and feminine body and long shiny blonde hair. During our conversation, I slowly broached my topic and he put it into action through a role-play with real awesomeness. When the game started, I was sitting empty in the room, and he came in and laughed like a psycho. "How many meetings are there today?" I happened to say the third. So the thread continued. He told me...

  Part 2 The black SUV quickly left the city and headed for a small, deserted village and the owner's house. Mrs. Patricia drove fast, feeling the eight-cylinder rev up from the leather driver's seat. Then her dress, made of the same material, glided back and forth delightfully. He wore large sunglasses to avoid being noticed and blended in perfectly with the dark interior of the car, which was completely wrapped in black leather. Only her solemn blonde hairdo provided as much contrast as her slightly flushed cheeks. He knew that this meeting in the supermarket was very special and fateful, a joyous euphoria at the strange and twisted possibilities it presented. He didn't even know the names of the trapped passengers. He was able to use his moment of dominance to love her. Patricia usually parked in an inconspicuous part of the mall. Cars are built to order and error free. There was no mobile phone tracking signal to save the victim. He was also careful not to let her revea...

  The incident took place on a warm and quiet summer day at a shopping center on the outskirts of the city. Here a man disappeared without a trace. What's even scarier is that he did it willingly. Nobody noticed. In this heat, people had better things to do than take care of their loved ones. In the empty mall parking lot, people were rushing as fast as they could to the pharmacy or supermarket in their air-conditioned cars. There we enjoyed pleasant temperatures for a while and then hurried home. Matthias S. Meanwhile, she took some time to go shopping. He did nothing on Saturdays and enjoyed shopping as a break from TV and the internet. He has lived here in a small town in Swabia for three months and still has not found any friends or acquaintances. So, I earned money first, worked hard as a 24 year old young professional and hit the gym whenever I had time, but on the condition that "I could do it". He now rates his life as average. He found himself becoming more and m...

     I lie naked in my marital bed. My wife tied my shoulders, arms, legs and feet with belts and straps and prevented me from moving. A leather harness covered my face, blindfolded me, and held me tight. My wife came in. The sound of high-heeled boots echoed in the tiled room. It smells so good, just like when we first met. Suddenly he was sitting on my face, crossing his right leg over his left leg and rocking his hips so that my face was buried deeper in his lap. My face was completely hidden and I was cut out of the air. Meanwhile, she starts putting on her makeup. So he made me a breast. "I have a meeting today, dear." I told him. “One of my ex-boyfriends contacted me again. He was great in bed, but not so great in person. Then I thought, "Oh, I have a husband." But at least my ex brought me something to sleep with. I need more good cock, you're not enough!'' He bucks his hips for a moment and then sits back down. "I don't want to fight, so...

   It's been a while since my wife sent me my first text message with a picture of me saying she was putting me in a chastity belt and going elsewhere to get what I couldn't give her. It is the cornerstone of my obedience to Him and one of the signs that I belong to Him. In the first few weeks of my virginity, he started experimenting. At home, she would dress in skimpy clothes and whisper dirty things in my ear, then watch my reaction to her words with interest. I knew very well that my active imagination would immediately react to this impulse and provide me with a flood of strange images that would create many fears in my little plastic cage. He takes his chastity so seriously that as soon as he puts a gag or dildo strap on me, ties my hands behind my back and sends me into ecstasy, his moans just drive me crazy. My girl was more dominant His domineering personality grew and soon he became stronger and more controlling, subjugating me further. One of the things he introduce...

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  My boss arranged an appointment for me to receive treatment from a trusted urologist. I need to be sterilized so your slave doesn't bother the ladies. Now I'm sitting alone in the waiting room at 6:30 in the morning waiting for the case to finish. My thoughts are going crazy. I am almost frozen with excitement in the 25 degree waiting room. I am very afraid, but I have no choice because my master's wish is my command. He wants me to be a fool. On the table in front of me were only magazines commonly found in medical offices. The door to the waiting room opened and a receptionist walked into the waiting room and told me to follow her. I was so happy to see the sight that greeted me. Long blonde hair, dreamy look, sweet voice. I can't take my eyes off her as I watch her. Every step she takes makes her body shake as if she's walking the runway at a fashion show. I'm sure he knows what I'm looking at. "Come in, take off your clothes and wait." he sai...

  Toe Sucking I love a woman's hot legs to lick. Licking feet is the most fun! My foot fetish is not limited to clean toes as I love to lick dirty feet. I'd rather be treated like a foot slave with little force. Maybe your hands are tied and you can only use your tongue. I am devoted to sucking my master's feet. Unfortunately, I've had the pleasure of lying at the feet of the dominant leg twice so far. Eventually, I would like to become a foot fetishist and thoroughly clean the beautiful feet of their owners. It doesn't matter if the foot dominatrix is ​​walking on the street with her feet, walking in the mud or sitting in a puddle of mud. Now I either have to clean her dirty feet or she dips her bare feet in chocolate sauce for me. in advance. I prefer to eat only from the sweet fingers of beautiful women. The thought of hot fingers in my mouth drives me crazy! I will also paint the foot master's toenails and of course the submissive foot slave must also get a ...

   Lessons with the governor 'sit down!' Strict administrators gave me strict orders and I was confined to a small school desk with sore knees because I was too tall. I sat down and looked at the teacher. Her satin blouse was buttoned up, only her bra was visible through the bright white blouse underneath. He purposely hits my desk with his cane and sees me shamelessly staring at him. My face flushed. "Next time I'm going to snap your finger," he threatened, pulling my hand from under the table and placing it on the school desk. His hands are strong. The tight market is strong. Hair pulled back makes the angular face stand out even more. Their movements are erratic, almost military. My slave class begins. He wrote the lines on the board and explained them to me, but I could hardly follow him and was amazed by him. He turned his back so I couldn't see him staring at the bottom of his strict governess in a gray woolen pencil skirt. A matching suit jacket hangs o...

  trampling session I'm Carpetbagger #6, female high-heel ironer, I don't deserve a name.   So it gave me a number as a slave object.   As this is my sixth rug, I got this number by accident, but I wear it with pride. It is an honor for me to be a carpet for my wife and to trample my body under her feet.   Sometimes my aunt enjoys teasing me with heels and becomes a real dominatrix who stomps when she feels how much I have to endure in order not to make a sound when she wears those high heels that push into me.   Of course, you can't talk or move on the carpet like I can.   There is also a charm to my inaction that turns me into a traveling slave when he tells me to lie down.   I stand still, although my wife does not bind me.   After all, the last thing an oppressed slave wants is for his master to be hurt because he can't stand still. In most cases, trampling femdoms wear high heels.   This means I can still enjoy the feeling of high heels,...

  tight corset I always liked the extremely transparent waists, and the story about the corsets was also interesting.   I already have a black men's corset with a strong silk waist corset.   But I couldn't figure out the corset straps, and a dominatrix found them at a fetish party and informed me about the inappropriate corset.   We started talking and since then I saw him all the time and I was his corset slave and he was my corset master.   I loved it at first when I switched to a men's corset.   I felt like I was wearing a veil and I loved how tight it felt around the waist.   But over time, my corset play soon became addictive.   The owner of the corset showed me how to tie the laces better, but most importantly, he helped me when I put on the corset and decided it wasn't tight enough.   Then he pulled the string with a force I had never imagined and I suddenly gasped. "Keep breathing!" Then he ordered and I tried to breathe as shallowly ...