Languages: Русский, Английский
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: sweet
He is from the same city and had not spoken to her in over ten years. She began to wonder if she would ever see him in person after he left. She took the time to hide out in the woods for a few hours and figure she could spend the night if she so desired. She had dressed accordingly for the purpose: No coats, dear. Tights. Boots. Gloves. Her calligraher. Finally, she had come to the decision that she wanted to wear under her new costume. She had taken off all her clothing except her boots and the garter, all the way down to her underwear. She hoped that would conceal her figure somewhat. She was to wear these until morning. And that was if she did not succeed in being tracked down by the intruders. The decision was taken to wear the entire gown at one time. But even with the new costume and the gown on she was not completely naked. She remembered having worn many costumes over the years but none quite like this.
The wild look in her eyes spoke of wild desire. The tension left her as suddenly as it had begun. She was ordered to start sitting up by her feet. She made her way onto the padded bench that sat in a circle in the middle of the room. She pulled her garter around to the side of the bench and then slipped it over her thigh. The skirt was finally to be just above her cunt. There she left her leash and the collar at her side. She bent forward over the bench like a bride presenting her groom. He won the bidding war, outbid but she could not outbid him. And so she went. She was a star. The people who came to see her treated her like a king. They came from all walks of life, rich and poor, richly dressed and poor. There were so many characters that danced and drank and smoked that it was difficult to keep track of who among them was who. Each had an effect on her. She could feel a cool excitement between her legs at the mere mention of the word "cunt".
Each added a layer to the spanking, the handcuffs and the whipping, the submission, the control, the domination. It was a wonderful place to be. It was true that she was a slave in waiting, a star in the making. Perhaps she was meant to it. She had been sent there as a submissive, a pet to be controlled and enjoyed. The strong odor of the cedar wood, the sweet smell of the melted wax and the buzzing of the washer fluid was causing her to tremble with desire. She was complaining now, not really enjoying the strange warm and cool sensations of the washer fluid. She had barely registered the sound of the cedar when she felt a sharp knocking at the door. A voice: "Don't worry my pet, you're home safely. We were just about to have a little party. But you seemed to stop playing and we thought that maybe we should have tried something more exotic." She felt a strong sense of confusion as the door opened. It was the riding-horse who entered the house. She wondered what on earth he was saying. If he was a friend, why was he demanding now? She hoped he was telling the truth. She knocked three more times, standing a few feet in front of him. Nothing..
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