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| "Some call me a whore..." |
- You will
hear me called a witch. Bitch, bossy, sadist and many other descriptions. I
like the first description the most. Although I am not a witch. Maybe that is
why I like it. It is something I would like to be and I am not...
unfortunately. The other descriptions are true. Of course, you are not
interested in these. In a short time you will have your own opinion about me,
but you will keep it to yourself.
You will keep every opinion to yourself and remain silent. You will only speak
when I address you. Only I will have an opinion and a point of view. Simple
rules for a slave. Easy to remember. Difficult if you violate them.
Some call me a whore. You'll
understand why. They're the ones who failed to win me over. The world is stupid
and I don't care about it. But the world does care about me and that amuses me.
You will learn in time what
amuses me. And you will do it when I order you.
Do I talk
too much? Hmm! Yes! On the contrary, I do not want my slaves to talk. Not at
all. If I do not hear your little voice for a whole day, it will be perfect.
In general, everything will be
perfect, if you obey my rules. Your mistress has given you the best
recommendations. I trust her. When she returns from her trip, you will return
to her.
For now you'll stay tied up
here. I like the idea of you suffering chained to the pergola support. Sadist
verification, huh?
I nodded negatively, keeping
my gaze on the wooden floor of the beach bar.
Haha! I'm going to go swimming now. Would you like something? He asked
me with a sly smile.
Oh yes,
your tiny penis wants something, she
said and brought her leg between my legs. Her breast was touching me and she
lifted my head so that I could look at her. Not a second passed and my sperm
was thrown out, staining my swimsuit.
I struggled like a fish and
tightened the chains.
-Well done
my boy, I don't want you to resist, she said and kissed my chest.
- Your
gynecomastia makes you more sexy, she said and left for the beach.
