Sexual emotion.

This is a sexual story of my life. My life is unique.

For weeks now, we have finally made an appointment. Since both of us are bound and very busy, we are much too rare. But today is one of those days when we find space and time for us. I’m going to ring the door twice. And when I’m finally opened, I expect you to fall as usual around my neck. “Close the door behind you”, I hear you say and am totally irritated.

I turn around to close the door slightly confused. Then I turn to you again. But when I want to take a step toward you, I see in your stern face, and get the call to totally undress. Now I’m completely insecure, so I do not know you. Even if I know that you like to have control over everything, and I have already expressed the desire that you should dominate me, you are so different today.

In my life, I am used to making my own decisions and always have control over everything at all times to have. In my uncertainty, I had long ago thrown my eyes to the ground, and doing so a lot of my look at your red high heels, which I like so much about you.

Your feet are in nylons, and my gaze slowly moves upwards. You’re wearing a short leather skirt that I’ve never seen before, and now I’m registering that you’re wearing the transparent black panties that makes your hard nipples look distinct. Wow, what a sight, and I suddenly realize that you are now totally focused on dominating me.

“Will soon, slave” you rule me as you reach for the crop on the chest of drawers. And I suddenly realize how serious you mean and that today my dream is to be fulfilled. I find myself suddenly in the devil’s role, and begin to undress immediately. When I finally created myself as naked as God, you look at me with stern eyes from above to below.

“That seems to make you right, you horny bock” I hear you say, as your gaze falls on my tight tail. Should I answer? Thousand thoughts shoot through my head. I do not want to say anything wrong, do not want to do wrong. The thoughts rattled, and while I was still wondering, I heard myself say, “Yes, mistress. “And am amazed at my own words. With your facial expression, I can quickly see that I have chosen the right words seemingly unconsciously.

You reach for a black cloth hanging from the wardrobe and connect my eyes with it. It’s dark for me, so I can only hear and feel. Then you fix my hands with the leather boots on the back of my back and put on the wide leather collar. You reach for the ring, in order to have me completely under control and forced me to go to the knees.

“So slave, and now you may duly greet your mistress. Kiss my feet. “You know how much I like your feet, and I lean forward to look for your high heels with my lips, find them and pass them over with tender kisses. Begin to lick them, and then turn to your nylon feet. I get bolder, and work out over the ankles. “If you do not mind, I’ll tell you.

“But I can not react quickly enough. The crop hits my left butt of cheek, I lose the balance by this unexpected pain and cant. “Lie on your back, slave” you rule me, and I try to follow your instructions, which is not easy with the hands fixed on the back. When I finally lie flat, I feel one of your heels boring into my chest.

You have chosen one of my nipples. “This is your new position in our relationship, slave,” I hear you with a stern voice that does not allow any contradiction. “Learn to obey and follow my instructions, and I will fulfill your darkest dreams. “Now I am lying, naked and blindfolded, with my hands fixed on my back, underneath my heel, which drills me uncomfortably into my nipple, and in me rises the awareness that you have just subdued me, The self-confident man, who daily fulfills his responsibilities in everyday life.

Your words “Learn to obey and follow my instructions, and I will fulfill your darkest dreams. “Still ring in my ears, and I become more and more aware of my situation. Now I lie at your feet, helpless, completely dependent on you, dependent on you, and can not free myself from my situation alone. You take your heel from my chest, but it feels like you’re pulling it out of my chest, and I’m grateful for the pain on my nipple.

With the guess I’m completely wrong, because now my nipple starts to burn properly, and I feel like it is filled with blood again, and can feel my own pulse in it. Your heel is now rammed gently into my sack, slowly but continually increasing the pressure, and only weakening after distorting my face painfully. Again, a demonstration of your power, which only underlines my helplessness.

I feel the cold leather of the whip on my already throbbing tail. A shiver runs through my body, accompanied by the fear that you can strike. Wow, that goes right under the skin, so intensely I rarely feel otherwise. “Do you want to go?” Your question tears me out of the silence and my thoughts. “Apart from that now only according to my rules is played. “Ups … what a question. I should decide, and somehow I realize that I have to decide about my own fate on this day, and that everything that has happened may be responsible.

No, I do not want to go … it excites me too much, it is somehow already somehow the fulfillment of my secret longings, but it also frightens me at the same time, I am quite inexperienced in the role of slaves. “Mistress, I will serve your pleasure, I will give myself to your pleasure,” I hear myself say, before I have really finished. “Do what you want with me.

“Ups, I said that, and at the same time I become conscious of the scope of my words, and could myself sneak myself for my unconscious words. “Get up!” Your voice sounds hard and hard, and I try to get up at once, which is not easy with the hands fixed on the back. When I finally got it without your help and got back on my legs, I hear and feel a carabiner in the loop of my collar, and immediately the train and instinctively instinctively in which direction I have to follow you.

We walk down the hall, I hear the door open to the living room, and we stop in the middle of the room. “Here he is, my slave Hannes. “I hear you speak in a soft, friendly voice, while a shock drives through my limbs. These words are not addressed to me, which can only mean that a third person is in the room. Often we had talked about the fact that you would like to try it with a woman.

There was also talk about the fact that you would like to do it with two men at the same time. But we always pushed this away from us because it was more important to us to share our time together. And now, for me, completely unprepared, the shock went through all my limbs. “Turn, show us your slave body. “Now your words were reigning and stern. There are always new instructions.

Whether I am to prevent myself, or straighter, it seems to please you to command me around, and I stop thinking, because I am helpless in any case. When I have to present you some legs with a bowed body that is still bowed forward, I finally hear the heels of your high heels, and you move towards me. Next, I felt like you’re pulling my asses unyieldingly.

Next, I feel something cold and wet on my rosette, and the next moment a plug pierces my sphincter and is pushed relentlessly from you into my ass, until he is stuck in the stroke. This was probably my first performance, secretly I had expressed this wish once, but it would ever come so far, I have not reckoned. It’s a strange feeling, and I’m not sure if I’ve found the eyeballs helpful or disruptive.

Well, just that I had talked about the fact that I could imagine such a performance before a woman, and that was never talked about by men, I was then at least relatively certain that a second woman would be in the room And yet I was still a bit uncertain, for I had not yet heard a single word from this third person. You pull a chair, and ask me to sit down on me.

In doing so, you hold my hands behind the chair back, to fix them from the back still additionally on the chair. Then you also bind my legs to the respective chair legs, so I am now almost motionless on the chair fixed. In the meantime, I shot myself involuntarily into the head that I have already told you several times how I would like to be fixed in a chair watching you, as you are with a strange woman amusing.

That’s why I’m sure that you would take my blindfolds next, so I can at least optically participate in the next event. Instead, however, I hear how you get rid of me again. Completely fixed and blindfolded, I can now only follow my hearing. I hear zippers that open, listen to the laundry on the floor, and listen to the smacking sound of the lips, the passionate kisses, and the soft moan of the awakening pleasure.

Thousands of images shoot through my head and try to connect the sounds that I can still warn with the images in my head to somehow gain an idea of the drift that is taking place before my eyes, but of which I see nothing Can Your hustle and bustle excites me, and my own pleasure has long taken me completely. I feel my cock twitch as he screams for touch, but I am unable to touch myself.

So I only hope that one of you has a look with me, and soon turns to me. My desire to be involved in your game is getting bigger and bigger, while at the same time becoming increasingly aware of the helpless situation of myself. Suddenly my head cinema and thought game is broken when I hear your voice: “Come on, fuck me. “… and my card house collapses completely.

Am I not listening to two women? Are you happy with a strange man before my eyes? No, that can not be – or is it? Thousand thoughts are pounding in my head, and although only a few seconds actually elapse, it seems to me like an eternity. “Let him look,” I hear a friendly soft voice, and the ballast falls from my shoulders and suddenly my thoughts calm down.

Suddenly, I feel myself in the middle of my dream, which I have so often dreamed.