Third week with a new trainer. I signed up for him myself, having seen him on Instagram: tall, broad-shouldered, with a look in his eyes as if he already knew all the most embarrassing things about me. Vadim Romanovich. A former champion in some martial art, now the most expensive personal trainer at the Platinum club. They said he's tough. They said he'd show results within a month. They didn't say anything else. The first training session is hell. The second is a humiliating hell. He doesn't ask, he commands: "Five more," "Faster," "Are you weak?" And the worst part is, I do it. I can't stop. He looks at me, corrects my technique, places a heavy palm on my lower back, and a treacherous warmth spreads in my lower abdomen. I started wearing the most protective clothing so as not to give myself away by shaking. This morning I broke my diet again. Just one croissant and a latte with syrup, but he always knows it with some kind of animal inst... continue reading

He had an important dinner with his partners, and he repeated a hundred times: "Be home by seven, don't let me down." And as luck would have it, I was stuck in a meeting, then traffic jams, my phone died... I burst into the apartment just after eight, sweaty, in a business suit, in heels, and from the moment I stepped inside I knew there was going to be a storm. He was sitting in the living room, in the semi-darkness. He wasn't shouting. He was just looking. His gaze made my insides clench. I started babbling about a meeting, about traffic jams, but he interrupted me very quietly: "You've embarrassed me. I've called ten times." "I tried..." "Shut up. Go to the bedroom. Stand facing the wall and wait." Goosebumps ran all over my body. I took off my shoes and walked wobbly to the bedroom. I stood up as he told me. My heart was pounding somewhere in my throat. A couple of minutes later he came in, and I heard him lock the door. I could te... continue reading

Night fell silently upon the house, shrouding the study in deep shadow. The candles had burned halfway, and in their flickering light, the Master's figure seemed carved from warm stone—he sat in the same chair, but now he held not a document but a thin glass goblet of dark wine. I entered precisely when he ordered me to appear—on the dot, having memorized my lesson. “Come here,” he said without turning around. I approached, knelt at his feet, and stood motionless, my hands clasped on my hips. I wore only the same cotton dress—at his command. The host placed his glass on the table and finally looked at me. His gaze slid over my face, neck, and chest, barely covered by the fabric. "Today you proved that you can wait," he began, his low voice sending shivers down my spine. "But true art isn't about freezing for an hour. It's about maintaining control when your body is screaming at you to stop. Are you ready for the test?" “Yes, Master,” I whispered, feeling... continue reading

I stood in the corner of his office, barefoot, wearing only a simple cotton shirtdress that barely reached mid-thigh. My hands were clasped behind my back, my chin raised—exactly as the Master demanded when we were in his workspace. He called it "the attention pose." And I hated waiting more than anything in the world. "You distracted me today," he said, not looking up from his papers. His pen scratched against the heavy paper, the only sound in the quiet office. "You knocked on the door three times, even though you knew I was busy. You put your impatience above my orders." I swallowed. The dark wood walls of the office seemed to weigh me down, and the smell of old books and candle wax only reinforced the feeling that I had done something unforgivable. “Look at me,” he ordered coldly. I turned my head and met his gaze. He sat behind a massive oak desk, wearing a pristine white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows—his workaday appearance always made... continue reading

The pool is a special aquarium in the evenings. By evening, the water is as smooth as glass, the lights are dimmed, and only the steady hum of the pumps breaks the silence. My group of adults had left about twenty minutes ago, and I was about to close the door when she appeared on the edge. Marina. The only one of them all wearing a tailored swimsuit, but it fit so well that every man on the path instinctively held his breath as she emerged from the water. She was in her early thirties, with a ring on her finger and a son whom she sometimes brought along. She was married, happy, and fit. Judging by the occasional exchange, everything was going well with her husband: a comfortable house, a mortgage, and a vacation in Turkey. But there was something else about her. A kind of hungry pucker at the corner of her mouth when she thought no one was watching. The way she lingered after practice, swimming closer than necessary when I explained stroke technique. That evening she asked me to he... continue reading

That evening, I sat in my apartment, sipping whiskey and replaying my latest recordings in my head. The erotic voice stories I'd posted had always been a magnet—women would write that they'd get wet just from my tone. But today, I wanted something real, something alive. Not just words in a chat, but complete control over a body that trembled from my voice in real time. And then a message came. A girl named Alina, 32, a manager at a large company. She had just finished listening to my latest audio story in a hotel room somewhere in St. Petersburg. A three-week business trip, she said. The room was on the 18th floor, with huge windows overlooking the Neva and the lights of the bridges. “I was listening to you and… I can’t cum. I’ve never been able to really. My body is burning, but I can’t release. Help?” I smiled at the screen. Her photo—a stern blonde in a white blouse, but her eyes were hungry. I knew right away: she was already mine. "Turn on voicemail," I wrote fi... continue reading

Masha lay on the bed in her Moscow apartment. She had just filmed another webcam video and was now reading her subscribers' comments. She always got extremely excited during filming, knowing how much her viewers were turned on by her practically naked dancing, and the requests and comments about what to do with her and in what positions made her pussy very wet. Masha quickly removed her soaking wet panties and reached for her 18-centimeter dildo. Spreading her beautiful legs wide, she began to furiously fuck herself. Masha often fantasized about being fucked by different men in various positions, and how she delightedly sucked cocks. But since Masha was a rather modest woman in real life, often starred in commercials for various brands, and was careful about her image, all these desires remained in her imagination. Everything changed suddenly. The next day, Masha woke up early, her body still aching from the previous day's masturbation. She stretched, feeling a slight dampne... continue reading

The car pulled up to a building somewhere in the neighborhood. I sat at a distance from him in the backseat. He seemed to pretend I wasn't there. I cautiously peered out through the raindrops to see what this place was like. It was already past midnight, but I felt calm. The master had explained back in the café that the girl had to ask him for a session herself, explained the rules, and the girl, without a second thought, did so. And now she was here. The screeching of brakes, the sound of drips on the roof of the car, and the sound of the door opening. The man walked around the back of the car, opened the door, took off his coat, and covered me with it to keep me dry. I got out of the car without meeting his gaze, and we hurried inside. It was a reception area of sorts, but it was so dim, so intimate. The girl behind the counter smiled at the man, and she clearly recognized him. I shrugged off his coat and hung it over my arm; it was barely wet. And I stepped aside. I looked... continue reading

One of the most enjoyable moments is always the brief moment before the first kiss. That moment when everything can go wrong. An inept guy, bad breath, rough lips. But if everything goes perfectly, the first kiss is unlikely to be forgotten. That time everything was exactly like that, but the first night was something out of the ordinary, namely turning into a slave, but it is better to start from the very beginning. My name is Vika. I am a simple girl from the suburbs and fortunately I managed to enter a capital university. My appearance is quite decent, not without flaws. But they can be attributed to the lack of physical exercise. There is nothing extremely unsuccessful. An ordinary, tall student 175 cm, with small breasts of the 2nd size, a slightly convex bottom and a slender, but not trained body. Not a blonde and not a brunette. This is something in between the two extremes. So now I am in my third year and recently I was lucky to meet a graduate of this university, whose nam... continue reading

One of the most enjoyable moments is always the brief moment before the first kiss. That moment when everything can go wrong. An inept guy, bad breath, rough lips. But if everything goes perfectly, the first kiss is unlikely to be forgotten. That time everything was exactly like that, but the first night was something out of the ordinary, namely turning into a slave, but it is better to start from the very beginning. My name is Vika. I am a simple girl from the suburbs and fortunately I managed to enter a capital university. My appearance is quite decent, not without flaws. But they can be attributed to the lack of physical exercise. There is nothing extremely unsuccessful. An ordinary, tall student 175 cm, with small breasts of the 2nd size, a slightly convex bottom and a slender, but not trained body. Not a blonde and not a brunette. This is something in between the two extremes. So now I am in my third year and recently I was lucky to meet a graduate of this university, whose nam... continue reading

We sleep in the same bed... you, as usual, sleep at my feet... pressed against them...

I wake up earlier... with the usual movement of my heel I begin to rub your face... you wake up... lick it a little to me, letting me know that you woke up and, out of habit, get up and suck my morning boner... you are, as always, gentle and magnificent in this matter... you swallow all the sperm and lick your dick clean... I push you away with my foot and stand up...

We are going to the toilet... we are naked... however, as always after the night... you are my bedding... so you walk next to me on all fours, it turns out much slower than I walk, so I take you by the hair and drag you with me... it hurts... but you you endure...

We’ve reached it... you lift the seat, take my dick in your hand and point it into the toilet... I’ve been pissing for a long time, because I’ve been fucking you all night, my faithful whore...

Finally I’m done, you put the dick in your mouth, shake off the last drops... continue reading

Opening the door softly, Cheryl peered into Tim's room. He lay on his bed on his stomach and enthusiastically examined a glossy magazine. Entering the room and closing the door behind her, she silently approached him and peered over his shoulder. On the page, a luxurious mature woman had sex with two men. One was a tall, muscular guy about 25 years old, and the other was still very young, about the age of Tim. A tall guy fucked a woman from behind, and she, standing on all fours, sucked a strong swollen penis of a guy. The boy was apparently close to orgasm, and accelerated the movements of the woman, clutching her hair and driving his cock as deep as possible into her bottomless throat. The pre-orgasmic expression on his face was very well captured by the photographer, and well conveyed all the dynamism and emotional richness of the scene.

- And you think your father will like it when he finds out that you take his magazines? Cheryl asked in a whisper.

Taken by surprise, Tim was c... continue reading

"I'm not evil. I'm not hurting you. I'm just very strict and fair... You like it, don't you?... Are you afraid??... That's right, be afraid!..."

This week seemed like an eternity. He is busy all the time. A lot of work. I was beginning to think that I would never see him again. I didn’t want anything, just to meet Him sooner. Every day I lived in a fog, hypnotizing the phone, waiting for a call. I began to slowly hate myself for being so attached to Him.

I haven't wanted to see anyone so much in a long time, I haven't missed anyone so much in a long time. Probably because He has not had time to offend me yet.

I covered myself with a warm blanket and curled up under it. The phone was always there. I slowly began to fall asleep with thoughts that today, probably, I won’t see Him, when suddenly the bell rang. It was he.

- Hello Princess! Are you home? I have some time, can I pick you up, can we sit somewhere in a cafe?

- Hi, of course! I'm already going!

The will to live again... continue reading