INTRODUCTION
When Sergey turns 24, he will find a company in which, as he will seem, he wants to stay for a long time. Good salary, responsive and good-natured colleagues, convenient office location. But he would still miss something. This “something” is not a big secret for him, Sergey will understand perfectly well that he wants a beautiful loving girl next to him, whom he will love, with which he will give his love and care. And while it is not there, his mind, like a rat locked in a maze, will look for all sorts of ways out for its accumulated internal energy. Perhaps this is why, and perhaps not, at this time, the theme of female domination will start to torment him. Everything will take the beginning with quite banal and simple things, as viewing thematic stories, videos.
He will register on the BDSM forum, read topics he is interested in, create his own, where he will share fantasies that will torment his brain more and more strongly. But these are all “games” that have nothing to do with reality, in which he will remain a simple guy who is trying to build a career and get acquainted with girls for the most ordinary meetings and attempts to build some kind of relationship. In the same company will work the girl Masha, who is two years younger than Sergey. She will not be beautiful, her figure will not attract the view of Sergey, who, to herself, will characterize her as “flat”, because he will like girls with beautiful hips and rounded protruding priests. Her short hairstyle, hair barely reaching to the shoulders, slightly curly, also will not cause his sympathy. Although, at a certain glance, he could call Masha pretty, but for a number of reasons he did not consider her more than just a colleague.
Well, Masha will fall in love with Sergey. Her feelings will not immediately flare up to him, but he will attract her attention when they first get acquainted with each other. And then, every day, she will convince herself that she loves him more and more and no longer even imagines life without him. Smoldering attempts to get close to him will be doomed to failure. The maximum that will turn out for her is a rare campaign for lunch, during which Sergey will be very restrained in relation to her. He will understand everything, but specifically ignore her attention. For two years, Masha will wind herself up to a state bordering on madness. She will so force herself to believe that it is Sergey who is her only love, that there will not be a day, as she does not present them together. Masha, who always considered herself cool and restrained, prudent and clever, will periodically break down when, on her return home, she will mentally end another day without Sergey.
Two years later, after Sergey’s joining the company, Masha will decide, tired of everyday emotions and suffering according to Sergey, to say directly that she wants to be with him will ask for a small chance, at least one. But Sergey, politely and courteously, as expected, will refuse her. Of course, because he presents himself next to a beautiful and luxurious woman who knows how to look great and present herself. Which is immediately easy to recognize by the clatter of heels in the corridor, as soon as it only appears in it, the beautiful and graceful silhouette of which immediately draws attention to itself and makes it stand out from the hundred, if you barely envy it. That Masha was not like that. She felt it. She will not stand to work with him together any longer, to see him every day, to hear a voice and to know that Sergey does not belong to her. After the direct refusal of Sergey, Masha will leave the company. For Masha, this will be a complex life line, which she will step over and move on. For Sergey, it will be absolutely nothing. He will continue to work, look for his soul mate, and in the evenings his wild fantasies will crawl out of the hidden corners of consciousness and take over him, while continuing to remain only fantasies that dissipate like smoke when Sergei leaves his apartment.
So it took another half a year.
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The weather on Saturday was excellent. After the rainy and autumnal chilly weekly part of the week, the clouds dispersed, allowing the sun to dry Moscow soaked. Summer was just beginning, but the nature was already densely covered with greenery, creating a pleasant urban cosiness. Dried roads and sidewalks have not yet had time to become covered with urban dirty-gray sand dust, and therefore this day it was easy to breathe, and the air, even if it only made such an impression, did not lose its crystal-clear transparency. The first half of Saturday ... it was Sergey’s favorite part of the weekend. After all, they were just beginning, there is still half a day ahead, tomorrow there will be the same day off on which you can sleep properly. Filled with pleasant inspiration and cheerfulness, Sergey arrived at the mall in his car. He was pleased to turn around on his car when he moved away from him, after parked. Last night he went to the car wash and washed his car, so today she glistened in the sun and attracted the eye. At such moments, Sergei loved to enjoy every little thing, every detail of this world, be it a clean car, a clear sunny day or the upcoming evening, in which Sergei wanted to buy a bottle of expensive port wine and, sipping a dark fortified drink, chat on the topic forum of female domination. who is addicted over the past few years. There were, of course, moments when he was bored with such communication, themes, when such fantasies themselves became disgusting and he, as if recovering from sleepy nonsense, simply looked at himself and was horrified by his fantasies, considering them simply unacceptable for an adult adequate man . But it took a couple of days, and the intoxicating fog clouded Sergei’s consciousness in a new way, as if he had never left. Sergey could not resist him. Too sweet was his scent, which he longed to inhale with a full breast.
Having made all his purchases in this shopping center, which turned out to be very few, he returned to his car, leaving through the main outlet of the shopping center. The huge visor above the entrance created a cool shadow in which several people stood. Sergey, as usual, slowly glanced at them and was about to go, when suddenly his gaze caught on for a second the nice figure of a female figure, like some kind of hook for a piece of cloth. This time was enough for his eyes to rise from the beige shoes to the head of a girl who was literally ten meters away from him. It was a slender girl, but with shapely legs and elastic bulging buttocks. Such a conclusion was made by Sergey on the basis of how light gray cotton trousers in a square, elegantly tapering at the ankles, were sitting on these buttocks. It was a case when it was the trousers that sat on the priest, and not the butt was squeezed and lifted up by the trousers.
The tummy was stripped to a ten centimeter band, showing beautifully tanned dark skin. And above the navel a snow-white T-shirt with long sleeves has already begun, pleasantly contrasting and emphasizing the tanned skin. Straight long hair, laid with an iron, gently fell on the shoulders of the girl, from which continued to flow yellowish iridescent in the light of the waterfall. Sergey, having slightly slowed down in order to get a closer look at the girl, had almost passed by, when suddenly something was waving inside him. After a couple of seconds, as he looked away from her face, he again wanted to look at her. Catching her return glance, which also stopped at him, he immediately understood why he had reacted to her face like that. It was Masha. The same Masha with whom he worked a year and a half ago. At first, he simply wanted to pass by, taking his feelings for some misunderstanding and just ignore ...
their. But from the face of this girl, he realized that she also recognized him. Just passing by now seemed to him an expression of tactlessness and even boreness. A store of enthusiasm and good mood with which he was charged in the morning made him come closer and say hello to a friend he met suddenly.
- Maria? Hi ... unexpected meeting, huh? - Sergey himself was amazed when he called her "Maria". What happened? Perhaps the sensations from the meeting were so unexpected that they literally took him by surprise, especially since he, in general, just wanted to go further, but circumstances pushed him to approach her. He was a little embarrassed by her appearance, which struck him so pleasantly and did not fit in any way with the very “Masha” whose image surfaced in his head. The collisions of sensations between memories and a real one slowly settled down in his head.
“Hello, Serge,” Masha answered without hesitation and with a smile, as if her answer had been prepared, and was only expecting Sergei to come. - How are you?
- Yes, I'm good. And how are you? Great just looking. - Sergey made a pause, revealingly, but carefully looked at her with a look that brought only to her belt, so as not to seem indiscreet, and immediately raised his eyes back to her face. - Do you ... go to fitness? It's just that you have changed a lot. - Sergey tried to be more careful in expressing his emotions and genuine admiration. Masha read it easily from his gestures and gaze. Light lustful sparks flickered in his eyes, and an undisguised smile showed him a truly huge surprise.
- Yes. As she left our company, she went. Well, I got involved, now I do it regularly, and after that, I pulled up my food, added jogging. - Masha amicably responded to Sergei, not hesitating to her sticky look, which she did not take from his face.
Mary began to feel burning inside. At first, light, barely perceptible. But it grew and gradually began to spread throughout her body. The chest ... then the burning sensation began to descend lower, to the stomach, it spilled with caustic burning acid, causing discomfort, and then began to drain on the legs. Acid-salty, resinous smoke poisoned her from the inside, penetrating into every cell of her body. This nasty feeling of hopelessness and fear stirred in her again, as if feeling these poisonous feelings, crawled out on their scent from the farthest corners of consciousness, where Masha tried to throw them and forget about the existence of Sergey forever.
Everything is new. All year and a half down the drain. All this time, that Masha tried to forget him, to distract himself, to take care of herself and look at the world anew ... to start loving life again, to start loving the world, people, to find the strength to wake up every morning and go to work, to the gym. All this time in her eyes turned to ashes, like paper smoldering in the wind. All this colossal work on oneself, in order to believe in oneself, and try to find one's happiness ... All this is now, with the sand wall soaked with moisture, crumbling before it. She tried to substitute her hands to stop this destruction, but lumps of sand just broke on her fingers and sprinkled on the ground. It was as if these one and a half years had not happened ... as if she had just left the company that she worked with Sergey yesterday. A lump hit her throat, as if she pressed her tears to her eyes, which she tried to hold and look at Sergei, as if nothing had happened.
- Aah ... well, that's right. I now go to the hall, but I cannot deal with food in any way until the end.
“Yes, yes, this is the most difficult,” Masha cheerfully supported, trying to look natural.
- Now where are you working? - Sergey asked, every now and then pulling a package with a couple of small purchases in his hand.
- In the insurance company, not directly to the dream job, but so far I like everything.
- Ah ... well, this is the most important thing.
Sergey kept looking at her bare navel every now and then, but quickly looked up at her. Sergey wanted to let go of a couple of remarks about her gorgeous figure, but he was modest and decided to end the conversation. In fact, it was the same Masha, the same voice, facial expressions ... but her body went into a wild dissonance with the way that froze in his memory. Her body was incredibly attractive and they wanted to enjoy the eyes, which Sergei could not do now, so as not to seem shameless insolent. Therefore, he was a little uncomfortable, why he hurried to end the conversation.
“Okay, I will go,” he wanted to address her by name, but he did not have time to choose the form of appeal, “Masha” or “Maria”, so he simply did not say anything, “there is still more work.” Good to see you.
- Yes, and I love you. Okay, come on ... maybe we’ll still cross, ”she didn’t know why she added, which is why she pricked herself a little in her thoughts.
- Yes, perhaps Sergei smiled and went to the parking lot, where he left his car.
For the rest of the day, Sergei thought about Masha. Her body didn’t really startle his imagination, but at the same time, Masha herself couldn’t get somewhere deeper, closer to his heart, for him she still remained the same Masha, just now she could well become one of the objects his sexual fantasies ... but no more. He still did not see her as part of his life.
Masha, in contrast to Sergey, came home ... broken and tired, as if she had continuously suffered all these one and a half years. She realized that feelings for Sergey were not gone. That all this time her memory scrupulously kept all the memories of their rare moments of communication at the last work, the dreams of their life together, which Masha loved to indulge in silent evenings. But she did such a huge work on herself, which she was definitely proud of, and this work in an instant ... in such a short moment became futile ... in a single moment, all the efforts to throw Sergei out of her head went down the drain. She just plopped down on the couch, not taking off her beige shoes. She closed her eyes and, second by second, replayed their meeting today. “What is the difference? Everything came back, now at least imagine - do not imagine ... the result is the same ”- she thought with a feeling of deep disappointment. “All this time ... I just imitated my happiness, as if I was well ... I was cheerful at work, with colleagues, friends ... as if I liked everything ... but in fact, it was played up so skillfully that it seems even she believed it herself. And the reality is here it is ”- Masha did not stop and seemed to be tormenting herself specifically.
Of course, she noticed that sticky look, how Sergei looked at her body. She realized what admiration Sergey had for her new image, new hairstyle, sexy clothes, her new body built by workouts in the fitness room. Masha understood that she could try to start communicating with Sergey and, perhaps, he would not push her as several years ago. But also, Masha understood that having received hers, having enjoyed her body, Sergey, most likely, would leave her. And then ... then it will be a real catastrophe, which it will be much harder to survive than now, when they had no relationship. But the dream of being close to him was so sweet and alluring that Masha had already almost agreed with her mind about trying to get close to Sergei. “Maybe it won't work out anyway. Maybe even my body will not force him to start meeting with me ... and if he makes ... whatever happens there, ”but Masha herself was afraid of these thoughts, because she understood that for Sergey she still remained the same Masha and barely whether he will love her only for the body. Lust and physical passion will gradually disappear from his head ... and after that, he will also leave. So Masha believed.
After an hour of lying on the couch and diving deep into her own thoughts, which randomly interfered in her head, she suddenly remembered one photo. She took this photo when Sergey left his working computer unlocked and moved away for a while. The page with the automotive forum, which he periodically read, remained open on the monitor. Masha wanted to remember his nickname, even without knowing why ...
It was quite complicated, so she, not relying on her memory, just took a picture of the monitor, then to find this nickname on the Internet ... why? At that time, she herself did not even know what she would do with it. But, once I had a moment, she decided to use it. Then she safely forgot about this photo.
And now, this memory came just now. Perhaps it just surfaced in this uncontrollable flow of thoughts, which the mind easily lifted from the bottom of her memory, as Masha was just tired of resisting the pressure of these thoughts and just calmly watched as they literally overwhelmed her mind. Masha got up on the couch. She found with her eyes her handbag, which was thrown under her feet. Pulling out the phone, she began to flip through photos in search of the right one. Her fingers convulsively flipped through a long tape of pictures, which over the past year have added quite a few, as she has become much more likely to use the camera on the phone. “It really hasn't survived,” she thought, even in a kind of fear. For two years this photo was kept forgotten and now it became necessary for her no less than air. Maybe her mind just wanted to see this picture, this piece of the past, when she was not as bad as now.
"Found!" - light joy pricked her belly. She opened the photo, brought and read this nickname. He was very complicated, but because Masha was sure that it would be easy and accurate to find forums and other resources on the Internet where Sergey could be registered. With that, if there is such a resource, then almost one hundred percent probability that it will be Sergei.
Masha still had no idea why this information would be needed. She simply did what her heart pounded by senseless love pushed for. Turning on her laptop, she immediately went to the search engine and drove a nickname. For a moment, she felt light shame. As if doing something illegal. It was like spying on someone in the locker room or something like that. But she quickly calmed down, as she instantly convinced herself that she didn't care anymore.
The search engine issued a lot of records. The first search results pointed to the same automotive forum. She without special joy went through these links, which simply led to the user profile. There were no posts on this forum. “I see ... he just reads it, registered to get access to all topics that are closed and are available only to registered users. Yes ... no messages from his profile, ”Masha thought with slight disappointment. She closed the car forum and slightly scrolled down the search engine. But here she was in for a surprise. After the links to the automotive forum there were links to another forum dedicated to female domination. Masha raised her eyebrows slightly from such an unexpected result. Surprise was quickly replaced by doubt, because the search engine could give anything, by various coincidences. She hesitated a little, is it necessary to go to these links at all. But in the description this nickname shone. Masha hesitated for a couple of seconds, as if this was something shameful, then went to this forum. Opened pages with topics for the authorship of the user himself, whose nickname was exactly like that of Sergey in the auto forum. “Couldn't this be ... Coincidence? Maybe".
She began to read the messages of this author. Then she switched to his profile and began to watch all the topics that he created. This occupation fascinated her, which allowed her to distract from the most important reason for which she appeared here at all. Now, she just wanted to know if this user could be Sergey. Of course, now she proceeded from the position that this is an incredible coincidence. Anything could be. Therefore, even somehow, quickly and with little interest, she flipped through the topics of this user. She knew that similar thematic resources exist on the Internet, but she never had any business with them for her, they were always presented as some kind of unimaginable savagery that is incomprehensible to anyone.
And then her look pulled out the name ... "Sergey" ... so the owner of this nickname presented himself. Masha's heart pounded harder. Now, she looked into the letters printed by this user more corrosively ... She looked carefully, afraid to miss important trifles ... "Moscow" ... another clue. Age ... it also coincided ... Nickname, age, name, city ... Awesome set of matches. Masha's heart literally pounded in her chest, speeding blood through her body at a breakneck pace. She did not even doubt her further actions, knowing in advance what she would do in the coming days. Some rational and skeptical part of her “I” tried to resist, inventing various excuses, trying to dissuade her from performing all the actions that came to her mind. But Masha realized that she would do it anyway. As if for a look, she doubted, walked around the room, drank hot sweet tea.
By registering on the forum, Masha wrote a welcoming personal message to this nickname. Now, she just wanted to understand whether Sergey was hiding behind this nickname, which she had already memorized in this short time. Judging by the information and reports, this user appeared quite often. Therefore, Masha left the forum, closed the laptop and decided to wait for the evening to open and see the answer. She did not even think about the topic of the forum, the things that this user wrote on it. Now, it was important for her to make sure whether she really found him on the pages of this resource. She seemed ashamed of herself, that she seriously considered her Sergei to be such a person that she could allow him to have such depraved fantasies. She didn’t even know that she would upset more, a confirmation or, on the contrary, a refutation of her suspicions.
By seven o'clock in the evening, Sergey entered his rental apartment. It was a bit stuffy. During the day, the rooms warmed up from sunlight through non-curtained windows. He immediately hurried to the kitchen and opened the window, then with an unseen mysterious pleasure put on the table a bottle of good port bought today. Deftly opening the bottle, pouring half a glass, Sergey headed into the room where he had a home computer. He did not like laptops, always giving preference to system units and large monitors. Yes, this will take up half the space on the table, but for this purpose he specifically bought himself an office table with a semicircular notch so that it would be more convenient to sit in such a place, sit on the Internet and sometimes play games.
Sergey pressed the power button, the fan banged slightly, the monitor came to life. He drank some wine from his glass. A good, slightly tart thick-red drink spread sweetness through his tongue, giving a pleasant slightly astringent taste. He smiled a little, as if paying tribute to his respect for the drink that came to his taste. The computer booted up and was ready to go. First of all, Sergey opened the browser and went to his forum on the topic of female domination. He had no particular expectations, so he did not expect to stay there for a long time. But when I saw the number “1” in the line with new messages, he got a little cheer up. But almost instantly, his joy began to fade away: “Again, from the support service, something or spam, what else do you need?” Very rarely did he get personal messages here. He hurried to open them. And here he was surprised. The message was sent from the user "Mrs. Maria". Yes, Masha did not even hide her name, but on the contrary, she chose a nickname for herself on the topic of the forum, although not really going into details and its contents. But I already fully understood what the user who was interested in her wrote about, desires, fantasies, etc., all that was somehow connected with the subject matter.
Sergey didn’t even admit that Masha met today, whom he called Maria, about which, however, wouldn’t even remember later, and a user with the name “Maria” can be connected with a certain regularity, albeit a very weak one, but still present. So much for him were these different worlds: his real life, friends, relatives, ...
everyday problems, work, career, which he still, at the very least, tried to build, and on the other side submission to the woman, complete deprivation of his will, life for the sake of meeting the needs of just one powerful lady, humiliation ... huge humiliations on her part, deprivation full-fledged sex, which in everyday life, Sergey loved and also loved to look at other girls and tried to get to know them. But now, he was in that separate world, which every day more and more absorbed him.
The fantasies became more and more desirable, so much so that he had already looked at sites with prostitutes in the search for such ladies who provide intimate services with a bias towards their dominance. Moreover, he did it quite seriously and even selected a couple of such girls. Being as if held hostage by his own mind, while fully realizing that it is becoming more and more difficult to resist the temptation. But if he didn’t want to resist, he understood in his thoughts that if not in a week, then in a month or two, he would not stand it and would definitely use the found Internet links to the profiles of these girls. And these thoughts are not particularly frightened. As if he was waiting for this, he waited until his insatiable fantasy itself chased him to them. When the mind gets tired of resisting and, overcoming fear, constraint and other barriers, he, armed with a thirst for depravity, will step over all obstacles and try to surrender to the power of a woman ... albeit briefly. And now the cup was not yet full. Reason could still hold it back.
"Hello, Sergey. My very name is Masha, which you see yourself. But you can call me Maria. So it will probably be better. I read your forum posts. And I want to say that I was very interested in your fantasies. I will not lie. In this topic, I myself am a novice, but such thoughts have long been crammed into my head. Open, of course, I do not tell anyone, and I live with them myself. Fortunately, while they do not bother me. But I browse through various resources. I was seriously interested in your fantasies. They are very close to mine. Straight very. I would like to talk with you. I think you will not mind, especially if you consider that in one of the messages you wrote how difficult it is to find the real Lady. As I understand, you are also a novice, in reality you did not have experience. Me too. How do you see us trying to find a common language with you? ”
Masha did not save on words and immediately tried to set out her position in more detail in the first report. She really wanted not to scare him and get an answer. After all, you never know what he would have thought. First of all, Sergey will decide that this is just some kind of pervert under the nickname “Mrs. Maria” decided to have some fun. What often happened in forum topics earlier. Not with Sergey himself, but with other users. Sergey's heart pounded from the read message. Of course, the thought that a male face might be hiding behind the nickname “Madam Maria” was among the first, but Sergey was one of those people who always say to themselves “Well, what if!”. So now ... After all, in any case, you can find out in further communication. To miss such a real chance to find a real girl who is ready to share with him all his fantasies was unacceptable. Therefore, Sergei decided to write an answer, he decided it even as soon as he began to read. This answer will be cautious and accurate, Sergey will try to hide in him the children's explosive delight, which he slowly began to feel, but at the same time he will understand his interest in such a dialogue.
He finished the port, remaining in his glass, restraining his smile, narrowing his eyes, he began to pick up the opening words. Full of joy and an unexpected letter, in a good mood he began to knock on the keyboard with keys typing a response letter. The hope that this may indeed be the girl was, though tiny, but insanely hot, interrupting the arguments of the skeptical part of his mind, who was preparing him for a possible unpleasant disappointment.
“Good evening, Maria. Yes, you are right about everything they wrote to me. I am a beginner, but I am very concerned about my fantasies that you could read in this forum. And you are also right in the fact that it is not very easy to find the real Lady. Or, at least, just a girl who would like to try herself in a dominant role in the relationship between a man and a woman. I would very much like to talk with you in order to understand how interesting we will be to each other, and then how it will go further. ”
Sergey thought a little about whether it was worthwhile to state in the letter his doubts about her gender ... “and if she really is a girl, then she can offend her. And I will miss my chance to communicate, and maybe even meet, with a real girl who likes to dominate. Well, in any case, all this can be understood in the process of communication. Well, as I see you before the meeting, I’ll be thinking there, the main thing now is to try and establish contact, at least in writing. ” After deliberation, he sent a message. He did not go out of his account, but switched to other tabs and began to wander aimlessly around the Internet, waiting for a response from his mysterious interlocutor.
Unlike Sergey, Masha was more restrained in her emotions, including internal ones. Therefore, closer to nine in the evening she opened a laptop and went to the forum. Since such communication was new to her, her mind seemed to refuse to believe in the reality of what was happening, taking it as if it were a game or a joke and tomorrow everything would “nullify” and there would be no forum, no messages, no such strange and already so "Native" nickname on the forum of female domination.
Masha wrote a response message that she didn’t mind starting a conversation and was already discussing in more detail about Sergey’s fantasies, but in some messenger that doesn’t work according to a phone number, in order to maintain its original anonymity. Each interlocutor especially for sexytal.com was careful in his statements, fearing to frighten off the second. But at the same time, everyone clearly felt mutual interest at some internal level. Masha almost immediately noticed Sergey’s suspicion, his distrust of the fact that she is a girl, but she reacted to this with understanding and didn’t focus on this, simply by continuing the conversation, as if nothing had happened. Sergey, fighting with his doubts, was cautious and not as frank as he would have liked, therefore he did not aspire to reveal his cards about his personality. Masha very carefully and carefully tried to ask superficial questions, the answers to which will help her in identifying the identity of her interlocutor.
She understood that in order to transfer their communication to a new level, it was necessary to create an atmosphere of trust between them. Sergey's excessively constrained behavior began to irritate her a little, and she herself was afraid to ask questions about his work and other things. All that Sergey answered was already known by his topics on this forum. She seemed to have specifically ignored the fact that Sergey’s complex and long nickname at the auto forum coincides with the nickname here, as if she was obsessed with ideas to get more weighty evidence. Even without knowing, and which ones will satisfy her.
“Serge, look. I feel disbelief from you to my personality. I understand everything, and I think that this is normal. You have every right to doubt that I am a real girl. And I want to dispel these doubts. I think that it will be easier for you to communicate yourself when you trust me completely. Let's call by video call. We can not show faces and communicate not to voices, but simply lower the camera just below. I think this is quite a good decision. What do you say?".
This message Masha long reread. She was afraid that excessive agility could knock him down, startle him, and he would simply go to the so-called “ignore”. She seemed afraid of the offensive tomorrow, as if it could dissolve those invisible threads that connected her with the most desirable person in this world. As a tightrope walker, she was afraid to destroy that delicate balance concluded ...
in a plastic box called a smartphone, which she held with her fingers ... held gently and evenly, afraid to even inhale too deeply. Squeezing her teeth gently, holding her breath, trying to calm the hot heart, furiously pounding in her chest, she pressed the "Send" button.
Sergey is not the first time for himself noted the extraordinary insight and intelligence of his companion. After reading the last message, he noticeably perked up, for the first time for their dialogue. “She herself offers a view. And ... she's right to establish trust, it really is necessary. We must agree. After that, the dialogue will go much easier for me. I will believe her. ”
For Sergey, even it was not easy: to show yourself on a video without a face. This has never happened before. There is no longer just a conversation with an abstract interlocutor. Since she is so confident in her words and offers a view, the probability of her being female is very high. Sergey was scared. He did not know what to do next. His thoughts involuntarily rushed forward: could he really realize his fantasies in reality? Do not be afraid of, not be ashamed. He tried to find arguments that would firmly convince him of the correctness of the events. Arguments were sought with difficulty and stretch. For him was only his insatiable fantasy. Sergey understood that if he missed this chance now, he could reproach himself for a very long time.
It is better to try once and understand yours or not, than to remain in your dreams all your life, which become so meticulous that they begin to leak into real life. “If it is inevitable, then it will happen. And so it happened, stupid to run from it. Fate itself gave me this chance, brought us together. I have to ... just have to take this chance. There is nothing scary, just show up without a face. At any moment I can merge and stop supporting communication. Nothing terrible has happened yet, ”he thought. Sergei believed in a certain fate, in the accidental nature of everything that happens. This alone provided confidence that would last long. But his innate skepticism scrupulously went through the options of a trick ... even if it is a girl ... she may have her own interests and some insidious plans. “One must be careful,” he noted to himself at the end of his discourse.
Video call was successful. Sergey saw her, arms, chest, hidden under a T-shirt. She fulfilled his simple requests to verify the reality of what is happening. This really calmed Sergey. Now he did not doubt the authenticity of her words. "It's a girl. Incredible. It's a girl. And judging by the hands, it is quite young. “- Sergey's skepticism was dispelled like smoke in the open air. He himself did not expect such lightness, which now enveloped him. A bunch of thoughts and new revelations scored his head and flashed before his eyes like a flock of mosquitoes on a warm summer day after the rain. The thirst for revelation and the thirst for communication, that's what he now wanted. And Masha ... Masha remained as if in a vacuum.
It was Sergey. He was wearing the same T-shirt in which she saw him today. All questions disappeared and there was nothing to ask them for. “So ... now you just need to restructure. He is here now, on the other end of my smartphone. And he communicates with me. He wants to communicate with me. After all, I can give him what he wants, I can make him be with me. I wanted this to be with me and with no other. And it is possible. If he is near, my soul will be calm, I will have the strength for everything else, I will finally find interest in everything that surrounds me. After all, he will be here, next to me, I will be in his head, in his thoughts, in his desires. My beloved Sergey will not be somewhere far away from me, go about his business, go on a journey without me ... no, he will be with me, his life ... and my life ... will be one. I can do it. We are unlikely to be together in a simple ordinary relationship ... he will leave me as soon as his sexual interest in me passes. Therefore, he should never get me; I should always remain desirable and inaccessible for him. Only in this way ... and if this is the only opportunity to be with him, then so be it ... "- Masha felt a little easier from these thoughts. It seemed to her that she holds the key to her happiness in her hands and only needs not to drop it. She even wanted to do this not so much for herself as for her fate ... in spite of higher powers or God.
Since this is the only way to be with Sergey and in any other way, and she does not want to be with anyone else, it will be so. Since the heavens themselves are pushing her to this decision, she will do it ... and there, as it happens. In this kind of fatalism, they were similar to Sergei. Only now Sergey sometimes succumbed to doubts due to rationality of thinking, and this slowed him into making decisions, then Masha acted more decisively, giving in to feelings a little stronger, which was typical of women. All this is already at the moment was noticeable by their short communication.
For the next week, they corresponded by messenger.
Sergei entered the taste and did not see the point in hiding the details of his fantasies. Although they consisted on most of what he wrote on the pages of that forum. He saw and felt support and approval from his interlocutor, and this gave him confidence in what he was saying. He told her that he has a small member, which he considers unworthy to satisfy women, and therefore must be locked in the chastity belt and forever protected from sex, with only rare permissions of self-satisfaction through masturbation, and that his Mrs. has complete the right to have full sex with other, more worthy men, and just as he wants to lick his mistress after such sex.
Masha, more and more, was struck by Sergey’s irrepressible and perverse fantasy, which was revealed every day by more and more revelations. And it scared her. She, of course, even began to penetrate these ideas, and found them not so disgusting. At least, from some thoughts that were voiced by Sergey, she came to the most natural excitement. But her fear was in the other. After all, sooner or later they will meet and reveal their personalities. And how Sergei will respond to it. He may disappear from their communication forever. The more frankly Sergey was, the more Masha was afraid of his fear, after he knew who his interlocutor was.
As a result, by the end of the next week, on Friday, Masha firmly decided to reveal the cards. And if Sergey does not leave from communication, then make an appointment at the weekend. Sergey himself hinted at the meeting itself. He also wanted to see each other. For the first time, he really felt a tickle in his stomach from the fantasy that he shared with the girl. Masha understood that Sergey was already ready to meet, just one communication was already not enough and it began even to bore him. After all, this communication obviously began only as the first stage. And this stage should end and give way to the second stage - a personal meeting. Otherwise, the whole fuse quickly dies away, like a burning match thrown into the water.
Masha hoped only that the passion with which Sergey wrote her fantasies to her would prevail over him, and even after he learned the truth, he would not back down. His lust was her ally now. Of course, she could have come to the meeting without revealing her identity. But then what will be on it? Would he run away from the meeting? "It is better, nevertheless, to give him to come to his senses and already consciously go to a meeting ... yes, that would be better." She decided.
“Seryozh, good morning. I would like to meet, I think that you too. You quite clearly talked about this. I think that now we are ready. But before that I have something to tell you. I understand that this can put an end to our communication. I would not want that. Do we know each other. I am Masha Smirnova, we worked together, and a week ago we met at a shopping center. I'll tell you right away how I found you on that forum. I did it for your nickname, somehow ..
I saw him at the forum, where you sometimes sat at work. In general, if you don’t change your mind, I suggest making an appointment for the weekend. ” This is a message after which everything can be decided. Masha looked at him for a long time. It will either break everything, or everything will just begin with it. The fun begins. Fantasies will gradually begin to penetrate into the real world, that which previously had a clear boundary, will begin to mix ...
Sergey nicely smiled when he saw a message from his Lady Mary on his smartphone. He himself already wanted to propose a meeting. Therefore, I was delighted that Friday morning began with the message of his beloved interlocutor. He leaned back in his desk chair, ready to begin the dialogue. At first, his joy only grew when he got to the words of the meeting. But then ... his heart began to pound more often ... the blood became hotter, burning the body with heat. "Masha Smirnova" ... it was like thunder. Goosebumps covered his body, breaking almost to the chill. "How? Where from? ”Was the first thing that hit him in the head. Shock, mixed with fear ... it seemed to him that time itself stopped at that moment, as if giving it the opportunity to do something ... to leave, run away, disappear ... die and be born again so that nothing of this would happen .. . start over again. He read to the end. Looking at the small letters, he didn’t believe in what he had written, he doubted that the brain itself had thrown these lines directly into his head.
“So ... you need to calm down ... How could I? Autoforum ... that's a fool ... how could I forget that I have this nickname there ... hoping that I did not write a single message there ... and then ... Who else saw this nickname? Who else knows? He began to intensely remember who else could see this nickname. Who else could know about his fantasies.
“It seems no one should have ... and hardly would have done it ... I need to calm down. Masha ... this is Masha ... All this time she knew ... she knew who I was. And continued to communicate ... She likes it? But she found me on purpose. For what? To chat with me? But how did she know about my fantasies before she found? No way ... it turns out, she could first find me and then find out all this about me ... and what, my fantasies coincided with her? It may very well be ... or maybe she just pretended ... I know that she was in love with me. "
These thoughts ousted everything that was in his head. He got up, taken aback by the news, and walked to the elevator to go outside. Without knowing why, he did not want to stay here, surrounded by colleagues. "We need to get out ... calmly think and understand what to do next."
Outside it was not hot, lush white clouds walked across the blue sky, sometimes hiding the sun, creating a slight coolness. Standing on the sidelines, Sergey held a smartphone in front of him and an open message from Masha. As he walked outside, the shock passed, and he could collect his thoughts to turn on his rational thinking.
“There is no negative message from her. And all this time she wrote quite in a good tone ... But, damn ... I just told her so much ... She knows it all now ... How embarrassing ... ". He even closed his mouth with his hand, as if afraid to say something superfluous.
“Well, what can happen bad? Will she tell others? To whom? And why? After all, in fact, she is in the same position as me ... After telling it to someone, she puts herself in a foolish position ... why would she even communicate with a pervert on such topics? But she talked ... this, as it were, and a shadow casts on her. It means there is no sense for her to talk about this to anyone. What then? Does she really like it? Most likely, the whole thing in her indifference to me. She probably noticed how I was looking at her near the shopping center, so she had confidence in herself. ” Sergey stood in thought. He was no longer nervous, like five minutes ago. It seemed that he had already convinced himself that nothing so terrible had happened. The worst thing is to just lose a good companion on pleasant topics.
The huge, which seemed a couple of weeks ago, monolithic and indestructible, the wall between his real life and the world of his fantasies cracked. Through this crack, thick, caustic, tarry black smoke began to seep into the bright and properly immaculate world of real life. Sergei certainly felt the penetration of this poisonous smoke ... but his smell disturbed the most subtle and sensitive receptors of his nervous system, forced him to pretend that everything was in order. Sergey himself tried to convince himself that the situation was still under control, and when everything went wrong, he would have time to stop and take a step back. He understood what such games could lead to, what could be expected from them, what would happen if someone from his entourage finds out about it. He was dreadfully afraid of this ... however, the desire to try, at least just to touch the sensations that were born inside his body, when he closed his eyes and imagined himself next to an imperious woman who mercilessly humiliated him and made her lick her feet, and then between legs, were pleasant and gave indescribable bliss, but very quickly disappeared and to taste them properly, to taste, to drown in them, to feel every cell of his body, Sergei could not. When their intangible dope dissipated, leaving only nauseous bitterness in their heads, heightened arousal was dulled, but not for long. The next day, everything could start again.
“Yes ... definitely ... the point is this. She wants to get me. At the same time, she can give what I want so much ... what I wanted all this time ... “He closed his eyes, imagining himself on his knees next to her, from which, his stomach was burned with a pleasant languor.
"Oh, damn ... but this may already happen very soon ... I can get my Lady ... my own Lady ... I wanted her so much ... And here she is ... but how terrible and ashamed.
He was afraid of losing a lot of time to think and hurried to give an answer when the violent thoughts rushing around his head, gradually under the onslaught of rational arguments, came to rest.
"Good morning. This is news, of course. I am ready to meet. Only where? I offer in some non-private cafe. Let's talk, discuss, and we'll see. ” Sergey did not begin to paint all his emotions, having decided to restrict himself with mean phrases. Also, he deliberately decided to avoid turning to her ... he himself did not know how to address her now, to “You” or to “You”, “Masha” or “Maria”. And how to build communication in general, as the Mistress is a slave or just like old friends.
"Fine. Come on in a coffee shop not far from the shopping center, across the block, Clay Lane, do you know where? ”
"Yes, I know, let's go there, what time?"
"Come in the morning, eleven o'clock, is it going?"
"Yes of course".
"And yet ... you can call me to YOU, but Mary, not Masha, is that good?"
"Yes of course".
“Well and good. Tomorrow at eleven in the coffee shop, see you. " Masha sent the last message and exhaled. Communication was quick and easy. But tomorrow was the most difficult - full-time meeting. Masha was a smart girl. She understood the state of Sergei, therefore, firmly decided to be steadfast and confident. This confidence can be passed to Sergey. Since, Masha was afraid that Sergey might be snagging tomorrow, and as a result, their meeting would come to nothing, and they would just stop communicating. And then ... then, she will lose him forever. She can't let that happen, especially now that he is so close. She understood that she would have to play the leading role in this meeting.
Sergey went to bed earlier. He slept badly. The importance and excitement of tomorrow's moment did not allow to calm down the thoughts in his head, which were constantly spinning, destroying the thin cover of dreams, which could not be fixed in any way in his head. The alarm clock stood at seven in the morning. Sergei wanted to take the time, wanted to get together for perhaps the most exciting meeting in his life. That night they were similar with Masha. Two people in different parts of Moscow tried not to think about anything and fall asleep, worried, imagined how it would happen, they thought about their first words ...
.. and both understood that they wanted this meeting ... both understood that it was a bloody pool, dangerous and treacherous, which could absorb them, dragging them deeper and deeper into their quagmire, and destroy them ... but they could not live without it. .. at least try ... at least to touch the come true fantasy.
The morning met a pale gray sky from which small drops of rain were splashing. In this weather, you want to sit at home, or in a warm cozy half-empty cafe, with a mug of hot tea or coffee by the window, look outside and enjoy the contrast of internal comfort and dank weather outside. And, perhaps, Sergey had a chance to get all these feelings, because he woke up, as he had planned, at seven in the morning and began to gather in such a cozy half-empty cafe, with large windows facing the cobblestone street. Could ... but apparently under other circumstances. The excitement of the upcoming meeting did not allow paying attention to such nuances. He carefully smoothed his light-colored jeans, his blue shirt ... he stood in front of the mirror for a long time in order to assess his appearance precisely. For half an hour he left the house. He wanted to arrive at the place for about fifteen minutes early, in order to have a reserve in time and in no case be late for this meeting.
Masha began her morning like Sergei, even her awakening took place at a similar time. With the choice of clothes she has not decided on the evening. After all, she wanted her appearance and behavior from this meeting to correspond to the nature of their emerging relationships. She chose black tight leggings, a white short, tight-fitting shirt and a black strict waistcoat, wearing a light dark gray cloth raincoat. She wanted to look stern but sexy. She understood that the black leggings, who sat tightly on her legs, obscenely and frankly emphasized her flawless leg shapes, and her short shirt vulgarly left her buttocks uncovered. She loved these pants, but she didn’t wear them often, because her innate modesty still affected and sometimes made people feel ashamed of burning men’s and envious women’s views. Today, she wanted to be desired for Sergey. Desired and inaccessible. She certainly needs to be sexy, and he will not have the slightest doubt in his desires, which he is afraid and ashamed.
Sergey went to the cafe for twenty minutes. Fifty meters to the entrance, he unwittingly slowed his pace. His hands, holding an umbrella, trembled a little. Whether the weather was damp, or the feeling of fear before a woman, unprecedented to this day, made him literally shudder, a shiver went from inside, shaking all his gut, and then his hands. A condition similar to fever, as if his body is infected with a virus. Going to the door, he grabbed the wet handle, which gave a cool light in his warm hands. He hesitated for a couple of seconds. Only now he realized that he had not come up with the introductory word. For all this time, he did not think about the first words that he would say to Masha. From this thought, his heart pounded even harder, from the inside to the surface of the body the blood brought acid-burning heat, as happens just before passing the difficult and responsible exam.
“Rather, it is not yet ... I did come in advance. Or maybe, well, it's ... It's not too late ... “He looked around. There was no one else on the street. He let go of the doorknob and took a step back.
“But what am I doing this? Like a schoolboy of some kind. Well, let's talk, well, no one is forcing now to give a decision. We will talk and disperse, there will still be time to refuse. After all ... after, there will be the fulfillment of my dream. I wanted it this way, imagined it in my deepest fantasies, and now I'm gone? What am I losing? ” These thoughts gave him confidence. He tried to imagine as clearly as possible all the disappointment that he would get if he just left now. And he tried to push himself inside this cafe.
He again, but tightly and confidently, took the handle and opened the door.
Inside it was warm, soft yellowish light flat on the tables and walls. Played quiet calm music. Somewhere at the end of the hall at the table sat a guy with a girl and talked about something sluggishly. The waiters and the bartender warmly greeted him. Sergey nodded to them with a tense smile and walked to a table at the corner farthest from the bar, near the window itself. Along the way, he looked around the room again to make sure that Masha was no longer sitting at a table somewhere. It became easier for him because she was not there yet.
"Maybe it will not come." Sergey caught himself thinking that he would not even be offended by her if she did not come. From this thought he felt somehow sad. What is this? Doesn't he want Masha to come? Of course she does. Only here the situation in which he will sit for half an hour and leave, and not waiting for his “Madam”, pleases him no less than the desire to meet with her. He didn't like it. This meant that he was still afraid that those inner mantras that he vigorously pronounced in his head did not help much.
“So, okay. I say hello, and then you just need to have a calm conversation. This is not difficult. " Here the waiter approached him. Sergey immediately ordered coffee with milk and simple shortbread cookies. He did not want to look at the menu now. His attention was riveted on the front door.
The waiter quickly brought the order and left. Sergei touched a mug of coffee, from which there was a pleasant warm aroma. He tried a little and put the mug in place. Coffee seemed somehow bland. As if the body was now refusing to take any sensations, as if all the nerve endings were compressed into a lump located in the middle of the chest.
Side view of Sergei snatched the silhouette, which seemed outside the window. It was Maria. She was wearing a gray coat, holding an umbrella in her hands. Her loose straight blonde hair swayed slightly to the beat of her confident steps.
"Oh, Lord ...". Sergey took a deep breath. "The main thing is to behave normally and not do any nonsense."
The door was boiled and Masha entered the cafe. She smiled at the waiters who greeted her and said that they should wait for her here. I took a step into the hall and found Sergei looking at him, who timidly gave her a wave of his hand.
She walked over to him, clattering on her heels, then turned her back and face to the hanger to take off her raincoat. Sergey's eyes immediately fell on her excellent buttocks, covered with leggings. A soft and pleasant excitement immediately ran inside him. Masha sat down in front of Sergei, took the menu, flipped through and also ordered a cup of coffee from a quickly arriving waiter.
Masha looked at him. To Sergei, she seemed somehow fresh and light as opposed to his severe inner turmoil. She had never seen him so embarrassed. Even today, she realized that it didn’t even matter to her that Sergey was with her and loved her and adored, it was more important for her that he wasn’t with the other, so that he didn’t embrace her, neither he kissed nor spent time with her. And now this opportunity is there. And Masha should take the initiative in their hands, so that their relationship took place.
- Look, Serge. Since we both came here, it turns out that you and I both would like to try exactly this kind of relationship with each other. Is that right? Otherwise, someone from us was not here. - Masha was the first to start a conversation, breaking the established short silence.
- Yes, right. - Sergey answered. He tried to overcome the constraint.
“She already knows everything about me. And once I came here, I am ready for anything, and this does not contradict her inner convictions and desires. So everything is good ... didn’t I want to? ”- Sergey tried to calm himself. Self-conviction had a little effect on him, helping him to calm down and more openly and freely talk about the topic for which they met here today.
- We also understand that we have a slight constraint ... because the topic is a bit delicate and not quite ordinary. But nonetheless. We have already corresponded so much, so much have told each other that, I think, we should be more relaxed and open. This first stage of lapping will not go anywhere, it will, but I hope it quickly .
will end. - Masha smiled at this moment, as if wanting to get the support of her words from Sergey.
- Yes, I think so too, - Sergey smiled in response, - you are very beautiful. Your new image is coming to you. Especially ... if it is the image of such an overbearing girl ... which I will obey.
Sergey was not very confident, but he still spoke these words, to which he was very pleased that their communication was proceeding immediately in the case.
Masha leaned back in the sofa, smiled.
- Now you can say with confidence that you are ready to go under my heel? - She asked and knocked on the last word with the heel of her shoe.
- Yes, I'm ready.
- Well. Then I want you to do something now. - Masha said and took from her purse the belt of fidelity for men brought with her, ordered just yesterday from an online store. She put it on the table. Their table was in the corner, so she was not afraid that someone would see this item on their table. - Now you go to the toilet and put it on yourself. Then come back here.
Masha specifically wanted to do it now, and so that Sergey himself put it on himself. This would mark the first step towards their relationship, while it would be easier for Sergey to do it himself, no matter what happens if she were observed. Therefore, such a move seemed to her successful in all respects.
Sergey did not look cautiously at this subject with apprehension. He, of course, immediately realized what it was. He wrote about this to Masha in their written communication, therefore, he was not even very surprised that Masha now took out this subject.
- Yes, I obey.
Sergei said, took the belt off the table and went to the toilet. There was a clasp on his belt, which was slammed without a key. Going to the toilet, he closed the door, looked in the mirror. “Well, here it is. I have been waiting for this for so long and now it has come. What will happen next? How does all this go? ” Sergey asked himself questions, the answers to which he did not want to receive. He was sure that Masha asked herself about the same. And he was right. And Masha also did not want to answer and think about them. Come what may.
He unbuttoned his jeans, lowered them, then took off his panties. His penis began to strain, so he was in a hurry to put on his belt, because he understood that it would be difficult to do it with a standing member. He deftly mastered the belt, putting it on his beginning to rise member. Cold metal hugged his dick until the belt was warm to body temperature. The lock is easy to snap into place. The member tensed more strongly and began to press in a belt. Therefore, Sergei did not linger, put on his pants and gins, opened the door and went back to Masha.
Masha sat with her hands on the table with her hands, drank coffee and looked out the window, where the gloomy rainy weather continued to stand. He was in no hurry. He walked slowly, trying at that moment to enjoy the sight of Masha. He went to his new Lady. This girl with long flowing hair that sits now at the table his mistress, lady. He was pleased with these thoughts.
- Already? - Masha smiled - Cope?
- Yes ... - Sergey answered a little embarrassed.
“Sit down beside you,” said Masha, and moved closer to the window, making room for her new henpecked.
She put her hand on his fly, and felt the belt.
- Do not shake?
- No, it's ok ... unusual only.
- Well, get used to it. You wear it now. Well, you know. This is one of the most important attributes ... - Masha wanted to supplement, and indicate the attributes of something, but quickly could not find the words. Sergey noticed this and immediately hurried to reply so that she would not have to add anything more.
- Yes, yes, of course. It even ... turns me on.
- This is what should get you. Look, this is the key to it. Beautiful such.
Masha showed Sergey the key to the chastity belt. Then she deftly passed it through the chain and hung it around her neck.
- This key will hang around my neck. So that you can constantly see him and remember, in whose hands is your dignity.
- Yes, Maria. He looks good on you.
They sat together for about ten minutes, talking about the weather, about other things, after which Masha asked Sergei to pay and they left the cafe together.
The rain had stopped, but the sky was still covered with a gray thick veil.
“Well, at least it's not raining,” Masha said when they left the cafe. - Are you on the car?
- Yes, by car. I'll take you wherever you need.
- Come on.
Sergey went to the door of his car and opened it, inviting Masha to sit down. Then he quickly ran to the driver and got behind the wheel.
- Where to take you?
- Look. Come on now, take me home, I think, now we need to digest everything that happened. Still, the first such meeting here. And tomorrow we will meet and think about what we do, okay?
- Yes, I think you are right, this is a good idea.
Sergey started the car and they drove off.
“I do not want to be such a canonical lady, in varnished boots and a whip, as they are usually portrayed, however, in this our views coincide.” Our relationship will be more like a relationship between a man and a woman. Only you will be in my complete submission. - Masha started the conversation. - Well, as you know, you will not have sex. But I will have it, but not with you. What should be no news to you. But I will use your mouth to the fullest.
- Will you have sex with other men?
- Yes ... With men who have a big strong member.
Masha's excitement was already receding, so she could decide on more frank conversations. Sergey listened and nodded, expressing complete agreement with what she said.
- Somewhere in public you can talk to me as usual, call “Masha”. Otherwise it will look stupid. But when we are alone, I am for you Maria and your mistress. Do not forget about it. - Masha tried to speak a little more arrogantly than when they talked while sitting in a cafe.
Sergey calmed down and already with great pleasure gave himself to those feelings that embraced him. Feeling a slight euphoria from finally coming true fantasies. He began to trust Masha, why he himself was easier to communicate on sensitive topics.
“You can take me by the hand, touch me by the shoulders, hug me ... even, perhaps, hug the waist.” Touch me for the ass and legs without my permission is impossible. For disobedience will punish.
- Yes, Maria, I understood. - At this moment Sergey wanted to express his delight and obedience, so while they stopped at a traffic light, he gently stretched his hand to her hand, took it, picked it up and slightly brought it closer to itself, leaned over and kissed her hand.
“I admire you, Maria, and I want to be at your feet.” - Then he looked more timidly into her eyes, which at that moment shone with calmness and peace.
Now Masha did not just understand this, she felt how she felt well and calm. That the man whom she persistently considered her second half is next. He is not somewhere out there, does not go about his business, or does not meet with some girl. He is now here and at the moment his life is associated with her life.
Masha had the idea that if Sergey actually turned out to be such a rag, then why does she need it? Would it not be easy to forget him, since he is so? But as it turned out - no. Even now she was not ready to exchange him for some beautiful, intelligent, strong man. She needed Sergey. And now, when she got it, harmony and calmness began to recover in her soul. Of course, she liked other men whom she somehow encountered at work or in a fitness room. But right now, communication with them could bring her joy and pleasure, when she knew that Sergey was always there, always “near”, always under her heels.
Masha gently removed her palm from his palm to put her hand on his head, then she stroked his cheek and ran her index finger to his lips.
- You can say that you already have them. Well, crawling and kissing my legs will give you a lot of time ..
and opportunities.
“I can't wait to see that.”
During the conversations, Masha rather quickly got used to Sergey, seeing his full confidence in her, she calmly spoke to him, using coarser and more frank words. Adaptation to the situation went faster than Masha had originally intended, therefore, for their short conversation she got excited and decided to change her plans a little. When they arrived at her house, Sergei went out and opened the car door for her.
“Come with me,” she said when she came out.
Sergey smiled and nodded. They headed towards the entrance, next to each other.
In the hallway stood twilight. Light from the windows just enough for the kitchen and room. Masha turned on the light, then took off her cloak.
“Take off my shoes,” she said in a calm tone.
Sergey looked at her as if silently asking the question again, but then he quickly realized himself and knelt down. Carefully, he took hold of the shoe, holding the foot of the machine, and then also took off the second shoe. Gently put them next to other shoes. After that, he wanted to get up, but the machine the hand that she put on his head prevented it.
- Do not rush. - She turned her ass. - Do you want to touch her?
- Yes, I really want to - he looked at the buttocks, covered with all the same black leggings.
- You can stroke her.
Sergey put both hands on her ass and began to stroke her. Such rounded and elastic. He first stroked such a gorgeous girl's ass. Carefully, with each new movement, he began to squeeze them stronger.
- Well, enough ... Come on, let's go to the room. I want you to satisfy me. All these conversations aroused me. So go on your knees, do not get up. Get used to your position.
Masha began to notice that she even began to like it.
When they came to a room in which there was not a lot of furniture, a wide, almost full wall, a wardrobe and a sofa standing opposite, and a small table in the corner littered with every little thing. She pointed out to him the place where he should go. Sergey obediently went there, continuing to kneel and watching Masha.
Masha turned her ass to him and began to squeeze her leggings. Her ass, divided into two even beautiful buttocks with a thin strip of dark blue strings, began to bare. Masha did it slowly. She knew that he was watching her. Then she pulled the leggings down to her knees, bending down with the crustaceans, she removed them one by one from the other leg. Then turned to him, threw the leggings on the sofa. With small steps I went to him.
Sergey felt, between his legs, he felt terribly tight. This is his cock began to rest on the newly dressed chastity belt.
- Do you like?
- Oh, yes, still. Mary, you are just superb.
Masha came very close to him.
He looked up at her face and saw a key hanging around her neck, which was visible due to the button of his shirt being unbuttoned.
- What would you like now? - She asked maliciously.
- To lick you between the legs - with a deep breath that slightly interrupted his phrase, said Sergey. He could not hide his excitement.
Masha artificially depicted a slight disappointment with his answer.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me ... well then.” You will be my pussy today. Kiss my feet.
Sergei was embarrassed at first, because of her disappointment, but then he immediately understood what she had in mind and was not at all upset about the role he was offered. He leaned over and began to kiss on top of her foot. Then he climbed kisses a little higher. Masha took a couple of steps back, walking over to the sofa. Sergey understood his head and ran his eyes over her naked legs, fixing his gaze on her little pussy closed with thongs. All his thoughts now were just about her. He was looking forward to the team when it would be possible to cling to it with his own lips. Masha grabbed the thong with her fingers and lowered them with her hands to her knees, then let them go and they themselves fell on her feet, she slowly removed one leg from them, and the second threw them aside. Sergey looked at the bare sexual lips of his new Lady. She sat on the sofa, leaned back.
“You should see yourself now,” Masha said with a little humor, but in order not to bring down Sergey’s excitement, she immediately continued, “crawl up to me, my pizdaliz.
Masha spread her legs, as if inviting his mouth into her pussy.
- Come on, lick me.
Sergey got on all fours and obediently crawled up to her, looking between her legs and immediately buried his lips in her sexual lips, which were already wet from arousal. The light, pleasant smell of an excited woman struck him in the nose. At first, he simply stared at her lips with a passionate kiss, opening his mouth, as if he was licking them with his lips, then pulled out his tongue, starting to lick one or the other half of her pischiki. Masha looked at him, smiling languidly, then put her hand on his hair and began to stroke it, periodically pressing his mouth tightly to her pussy.
- Yes, like this ... lick. Stronger ... Come on, my good, give me pleasure, - she said quietly and without haste.
Sergey tried, by all means, by all means, to please Masha, who was getting more and more wet between her legs. Wet from her juices and from the saliva of Sergey. He did not even try to hide the smacking of the lips, with which he diligently licked her pussy, on the contrary, he believed that these sounds would be pleasant for Masha, therefore, sometimes he specially smacked more often and louder than he could.
- And you like it. I see right ... - Masha clenched his hair in a fist and tore off from her crotch. “You lick me with such love.” Have you used to love licking girls too?
- Yes. I like to do it. I liked to do it before, but now, I am especially pleased.
- Visible. Okay, go ahead. I want to finish. How is your pisyun, by the way?
- A little tight.
- Well, that's okay. Today nothing shines for him. Come on, pizdaliz mine, make me finish already.
And she pressed his head between her legs again.
Her breathing grew louder. Sergey understood that it is necessary to pay more attention to the clitoris in order to bring his Mistress to orgasm, but at the same time, he wanted to enjoy her full cunt, so he licked her clitoris tightly with his tongue, then dug his lips and just kissed her sex lips , getting from this gigantic pleasure. Kuningus never gave him so much pleasure.
- Yes ... ohh ... yeah ... - Masha did not hide her moans and deep languid breaths. She squeezed her buttocks and lifted her pelvis a bit to press closer to Sergey's tongue. He liked these groans, at this moment Masha's pleasure began to mean more to him than his own, so he focused on her clitoris, began to work more diligently with the tongue.
Masha firmly grabbed his head, tightly pressed to her pischiku, simultaneously raising her pelvis, her breaths stopped, she began to tremble a little, letting out only a short quiet moan, then relaxed again on the sofa, her grip weakened and released Sergei's head. He understood that his Mistress had finished, so after making a couple more kisses, he lifted his head and sat down on his knees, looking at Masha.
- Well done, fucking my. - A tired Masha spoke with a smile.
Sergey looked at Masha's wet pussy and from the realization that he didn’t have time to shove his dick there, the excitement flared up with a new force, the dick rested more and more against the belt. It made him lean over her legs and kiss them, kiss with such passion and lust, as if he had kissed his most beloved girlfriend after a long separation. Masha gave a light laugh, from such diligent kisses.
- What, Serozha, excited?
- Yes, very, Maria.
- Nothing wrong. This is useful for you. You will be more obedient.
Sergey liked to kiss her legs, thereby showing his submission to her. He was excited in this situation by the very situation in which he was located. Kneeling before a girl in reality turned out to be even sweeter for him than in fantasy. He was ready to sit in front of her all day and lick her feet, enjoying his insignificant position and showing his henpecked nature. A couple of minutes later, when Masha moved away from orgasm, she looked at him.
- Like? - She asked and, without waiting for an answer, continued. - What are you good and obedient. I like it. For today, I think, enough. We will have plenty of time.
With these words, Masha got up and wore her thong.
- Go wash up and you can go home.
Standing at the door, Sergey took her hand and kissed her.
- See you, Maria.
Masha stood in front of him in a thong and a short white shirt, which she never took off. Sergey was in no hurry to leave, his excitement was seething in him, he was ready to lick Masha from head to toe, but he didn’t want to be too intrusive. He understood that it was impossible to demand everything at once. Moreover, now it is not he who decides when to be together, and when not. Fantasies, which existed only on the other side of real life, penetrated into it, and seized Sergey's consciousness, displacing from there the dreams of a beautiful loving girl and a normal strong family. Having done this with lightning speed and strength, Sergey could not resist.
This sketch ends. It is not a full story, but only demonstrates a certain passage from the life of the characters, so it does not have a clear logical conclusion, I interrupt its narration when the game showed what I had in mind.