For today's session, they put on you - creating a contrast - white stockings with elastic: not so thick, but not as thin as weightless, as usual. Rather translucent. And a white bra without cups, raising high up open breasts when you stand upright, but now just framing swollen hemispheres and allowing them to sway because you are on all fours on a bed covered with pink cloth: elastic, sliding, but waterproof and even water repellent (in case something spills from you). By order of his Master, and today - rather and above all - of the Artist, spread his legs wide. All in white, so to speak, in her hands, too, white gloves to the elbow, only in front of her eyes - a tight bandage: you are not supposed to see unfinished work as a model, although you had time to notice before tying the bandage, bright light and large mirrors. both sides of the bed, over which your body is destined to lose another innocence. But where exactly? How? What kind of pattern you want to put the Lord on his submissive slave and servant? However, today's white color is an excellent background for black and purple: even with a blindfold and back to the Master, you can already see with some inner vision, pretend yourself, updated, in these colors.
Only the last question, from which Jenny is already exhausted from curiosity and fear, literally flies to the heights of lust:
- Will it hurt?
And the first drops of sweet juice irrigate a dry sheet of a pristine so far. And is your Painter ... ( Is it like writing on a living skin? Or even writing? - an awkward and so irrelevant question now pops up somewhere on the side of consciousness, hee-hee !).
And an invisible but powerful and filled with creative inspiration painter and creator, let us return to him - he seemed to have guessed the impatience of his model, her readiness - and you feel like the strong and confident fingers of the Master begin to knead your buttocks, rubbing special oil with sharp oil into them and unusual smell. In the air thickened overnight, aromas spicy, coniferous, but at the same time also something completely medical, evocative of memories of the operating room, if not of the delivery room ...
- Yes, Master, yes, I beg! My ass so yearned for the master's stigma, the sign of belonging to the Master. Your sexy toy so dreamed about it, although she did not dare to hope. All at the mercy of the Master, submissive canvas for his unbearably stinging brush ...
Whether responding to the humble request of Jane or following his own creative plan, which so happily coincided with it, but Michael finally tears off his hands from the frozen buttocks of female buttocks. And now, in the soft relaxing music that accompanied today's session from the very beginning, a new sound is woven, or rather even a soft itch, horrifying at first. So they tend to buzz drills, these unmerciful instruments of torture in the hands of sadistic dentists. But now, because the girl's teeth are not in danger, right? Themselves teeth reduce to squeak, for nothing that they do not plunge into anything: today in the mouth of Jenny there is no gag, although usually the Owner does not stop with such toys ...
However, she does not have time to think this idea through to the end, feeling the first injection of a rapidly rotating needle into the left roundness of her long-suffering butt.
- Oh, fuck! How stranaaa ...
The pain scares at the first moment, but gradually you get used to it, as the mysterious ligature of pricks and scratches covers more and more new areas of the most delicate parts of her body, humble and defenseless: a pliable canvas in the hands of a demanding, but brilliant artist. But what, after all, where and how - terribly curious. And the more curious, the less scary.
You remember how Michael taught you to “read through the skin,” tracing the letters on his back with barely perceptible touches of a sharp knife. Guessing the letter "A" in the scratches coming from the buttocks to the base of the neck, which were then pulled off by a painful cross-piece on the belt. And the next “H” in the two thinnest vertical slots from the shoulder blades to the “halfpops” trembling from the enjoyment, and the transverse stroke, as if the Master had not even removed. Well, the fact that this alphabet will end with the letters "U" and "C" could be predicted without even reading.
But no, today we are talking not about the text - it’s not for nothing that it’s better to see once than a hundred or even two hundred, you yourself have heard ... erotic stories of sexytales Of course, you ’ll see the eyes on your ass except in the picture of some avant-garde artist - a pervert like Salvador Dali or Rene Magritte, but you have, you have, my incomparable Jane, the esoteric ability to “asshole”, for which I love both of you. " You see, you know, you feel with your skin, " as he once wrote then the poet, what kind of moire pattern now falls on your elastic hemispheres. And the black diamond amulet, responding to the resulting tension of lust, painfully tightens its gold chain at the waist.
- What is Natalia? - the internal voice is jealously raised. But we won't bother listening to him, because the Master's creative inspiration leads the needle and drop-and-black mascara from your incomparable pierced butt already somewhere further. Below and deeper.
- Aaaaaa!
Although Jenny has long been wet with excitement, but a thick, elastic cylinder piercing into her plunges, at first, into a hysterical pre-orgasmic shudder, not only a lascivious pussy, but also its owner. A moment, and an acute attack of pain from surprise, is replaced by voluptuous moans, which, however, the Host immediately stops with an imperious shout:
- Stand! Where have you gone, my filly frisky? I haven't finished drawing yet. Stand still without moving, not twitching - or else I will knight so that it does not seem like a little.
The girl is not the first year in the service of the Lord, he trained well, and knows the order. Therefore, she humbly froze on her four, legs spread wide, and only enjoys the way the pig obeys compressed air, which the Master slowly pumps up, widens her juicy and habitual pussy, turning the lower lips outwardly wider and wider, wider and wider. In a minute, finally, to understand why the artist needed to carry her through this sweet torture: it was on them, on the elastic rollers framing the cave entrance that Mike’s creative inspiration now flows smoothly. And with him - and the pain of shrill duet needles and ink.
But this pain is no longer frightening, but only excites the agitated model, in the most intimate places of which is right, then left, and farther, lower and lower ... Oh, and now higher! Invisible pain pattern has crossed the equator of the girl's crotch and now inevitably rises up her body: to the clitoris, to the pubis, if not to the black diamond. A magical amulet wrapped around Jenny’s waistline draws desire and spreads it all over the body, causing the submissive model to vibrate finely in time with the needle drawn by the Master’s hand.
Jane has long guessed what kind of pattern embroidered in her secret places by Michael, and not even a cross at all. ” I was a seamstress and sewed with satin stitch. - I remember her old song, and the girl grudgingly giggles to herself. - Then I went to the theater, and became ... Actress! ".
Although there are no problems with this: she has become a fool for the services of her Lord a long time ago. At the service - and to the delight of him. But only to him and no one else, notice!
- Great, dear! - The master, judging by his voice, is pleased with himself and his work, but at the same time is utterly focused. - Now we arrange the legs wider ... and you pull the ass up. Remain ...
The final touches are the most interesting.
And on this much-promising phrase, Mike gently crawls under it, face up, and cuts out something in the pubic area. Poor Jenny desperately flows from desire, surrendering to the artist’s hands and his power. But to finish the girl is still prohibited. As well as grab with your mouth a huge, hard and swollen dick of the Master. He has long escaped from the captivity of narrow panties and is now proudly raised to the heavens. And she can only admire this spectacle - blindly, on the smell and inner vision, which sometimes turns out to be a thousand times more vigilant than the external appearance. To admire through the blindfold and through the pain of the injections multiplied by the unbearable desire. As they say, close to dick, but do not bite.
Finally, I sigh with relief, after which I carefully choose from under my model, which still meekly stands in a “doggy” pose across the bed: such a bitch in heat, with white legs. No, the pattern itself is not bad and rough. But that's exactly what the black moire net on the white buttocks is.
- Colors, colors are missing here! In addition, it is necessary to fix the pattern so that it does not accidentally slip.
But for this case, your artist has a suitable strap: beautiful calf leather, noble cognac color, slightly corrugated ... Jenny knows his erotic stories perfectly well and remembers: she gave the Host last New Year, and then repeatedly enjoyed it dearly, but both hard and painful bites on the breasts, thighs or heels. But today we will saturate the black grid with a color that gradually turns from an innocent pinkish-white to a bashful scarlet at first, topped with an awakening desire ...
- Whack! The purple leather of the belt touches two mouth-watering roundness, inscribed between the chain of the amulet and the lace rubber bands of the stockings. Initially, caution, almost caressing, but gradually getting stronger and tougher with each new pair of punches.
- Once! From left to right, and two! Now in the other direction, from right to left.
My Jenny quietly starts to squeal with pleasure, and the background of her skin under the intensifying beats of the strap acquires color and saturation: the color of salmon, then coral, strawberry - throughout the whole range of red. Brighter, richer, harder ...
- My lord, I beg, still, oh!
But finally, when we reach the desired degree of redness, a noble hue of aged cognac, equal in color to the belt itself ... Then you leave for the desired subspace, where the dream is indistinguishable from reality, space and time are blurred, imperceptible, and there is only the eternal enjoyment Jenny shakes her head from side to side, publishes muffled moans, and her cheeks on her face have already become equal in color to those of the lower ones, on which a freshly woven pattern is emblazoned with black on a purple one.
- How many times a woman blush in your life, remember? Exactly five: the first time - when the first time, and the second - when during the wedding night the husband realizes that this is not your first time. Then there will be a third time - when for the first time, not with my husband. The fourth is when a woman takes money for the first time for it ... But the fifth time is when she pays money for it for the first time. Counted?
But the man, according to the same wisdom of the Armenian radio, reddens only twice in his life: the first time when he could not the second time, and the second time - when he could not the first time!
But this does not apply to Mike, do not expect. That's why I am a Master, then an Artist, to have my model not only once, but at least twenty-one times in a row. And on this positive note, from all over, I plant you in a hospitable, wide-open and trembling palette, awaiting the palette with my swollen paint brush.
- No, girl, not a hand, it seemed to you with fear! In a sense, an artistic image like that. Until fisting, dear, we'll get another time, but for now the good old dick, banal anal. - And with sharp measured shocks I imprint my lust on you. Blow by blow: deeper, stronger, sharper !.
And Jenny, exhausted by a long creative process, can now think of only one thing:
- O my Lord, my Master, I beg you - let me finish! I'm shaking all over, can't you see? Painfully hurts from unsatisfied gurgling passion. All tremble with desire ...
- But no, dear, a little later. Just a little bit, but for now be patient, suffer with all your might - after all, the stigma of your Master has only one final touch left to complete. Admire the new-found beauty, appreciate the talent and inspiration of the Master, imprinted with a black grid on your reddening asshole! And already then ...
With a decisive movement, I tear the blindfold from Jenny's eyes.
- See my work in the mirrors, and then I allow you to finish. Not even what I allow - I order!
Splash Flash. Then another, third - in time with the rhythmic invasions of a powerful dick in the depths of a tormented but insatiable asshole. The harsh light subsides, and a delightful pattern arises before my girl's eyes. It has long been foreseen, but still so sensual that it is impossible not to end from loving yourself, to the envy of the mythical Narcissus:
- Well, of course, this is a black butterfly! Dashed ... no, dashed with a net of color of a slate tropical night on a dark red background of your long-suffering buttocks. She breathes and flutters with her wings, obeying the rhythm of the sea surf ... or the battle of the dick fucking you in the ass. What is essentially the same thing, isn't it? And the restless butterfly gently slides on the skin with its wings, and not only: bowed to the rosette of the anus, the proboscis greedily licks the juice of desire wherever it finds it, and lustful mustaches stretch down along the swollen sponges and pull the pearl of the clitoris shining with excitement.
- Oh my God, my master, yes! Yeah-aah, - and Jenny shudders from a sharp splash, on the elusive, barely distinguishable line between pleasure and pain. It explodes, rages, gushes out again and again ... Until finally it falls flat - the wide open wide open, sprawled, the butterfly moped by formalin under the needle of a pervert collector.
Well, now it's my turn. Three strokes before the final splash, two, one, at the last instant, with incredible effort, rush out through the tight little ring that stubbornly clings to my fireball, and ...
Abundant white foam on purple-black lace, the color of your stockings and gloves. Now my pattern is complete and lacquered: do not remove, do not wash off and do not crumple, your mother! And on Jenny, the maidservant and slave, is now forever peppered
- The seal of her Master.