My bottom really wants to share her emotions, but is afraid to tell or discuss it with anyone she knows. Therefore, sometimes she writes essays about her emotions and impressions, an analogue of a diary.
Offer to lay out publicly - accepted with joy.
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If I were a pet... hmm... who would I be...?!)
I don’t think of myself as a dog, small mutts, always jogging on thin paws and bouncing off the ground, like a ping-pong ball))) is clearly not mine!
This is where grace is needed. Rather, I'm a cat wearing a leash for entourage, not for the physical control of my brain and emotions. Of the decorations, a collar, subtly hinting at the nature of the cat.
And so, what do I feel at the same time ... I close my eyes ... Let's play a game, funny, easy. I am writing spontaneously, plunging with every word into that state when my body is covered with black fur, like a small panther, slowly moving around the rooms.
I have a Master, he also plays this funny game with me. What a beautiful collar he gave me, and the inscription “bitch” encourages me even more and fills me with the desire to play. I like to fulfill the desires of the Master, he guides me with the help of a leash, but not the one that you thought, but invisible... it's more interesting. Time to drink milk from a glass. At the same time, the Master observes through the delights of modern technology. Slowly, gracefully sticking out my tongue, I scoop up small portions of a white liquid, which specially flows down my chin. This is how the owner loves it.
What is the difference between a pet and a toy? The fact that the pet is alive, filled with different emotions, like a scale, then a storm of positive delight, then tears. That's all she is. Apparently a cat with character. Therefore, she is alive. It is not given to be a gray mouse. A cat is a cat. Everyone has their place in this. The cat should please its owner, which he does with pleasure. The owner plays with the cat, directing it by an invisible leash and receiving in return a bouquet of emotions. It gives strength! Thanks to the owner for caring for your pet. She won't be in debt
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This is my first meeting.
For a long time I decided, avoided, was afraid. But here is the door. I have been seen for a long time, on camera, but the doors do not open. I unbutton my coat and realize that I forgot to put on a bandage, quickly leaned it against my face, tying the ribbons with trembling fingers. Such was the deal! We only communicated with him online and I didn’t even see what he looked like.
I miss communication. Recently, I have increasingly felt lonely, despite the presence of a daughter. I think not because I am a closed person, no. Just for comfortable interesting communication, few people are suitable. Everyone has their own business, especially men, they only strive to drag you into bed and do not even ask what is in my head.
Although the brains are not visible, their absence in most men is very noticeable. I'm too immersed in philosophy. I stand on the threshold with a silk bandage over my eyes. Not knowing what Mr. E looked like, I struggled to imagine. My collar says "Property of E."
It so happened, without expecting it myself, I became a toy in the hands of an experienced adult man. And now I'm here. The agreement implies that now he will do with me what he wants, but the bandage will remain on me. How many thoughts my brain has time to generate in these fractions of a second, while I am on the verge of entering the unknown. I have not encountered this before.
E.'s desires scare me, but I clearly learned the stop word. Why am I doing this? Don't know. According to Mr. E. this is my essence. Is that so? With 36 years behind me and a daughter, am I ready to change my essence and be an eternal toy?!
The door opens and I step forward. Graceful legs are shod in black high-heeled shoes. How I love them. He takes my hand and leads me somewhere. By the sound of heels, I understand that there is parquet under me, but this is the least of my worries. More importantly, what will happen to me now? What for? Will my life be the same after this? He sees my nervousness.
After some time, I became calm. The bandage continues to be on me. We sit at the table and just talk. In my hand is a glass of cold champagne, which drips onto a satin dress, but I can only feel it. Mr. E. didn't do anything to me that could change my life. Because he is the real Master, who cares about what will remain in my memory ...
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Today he asked me to wear an evening dress. And he insisted that I take the mask in which I first appeared in front of him. He said he wanted to have dinner and walk the cat.
We ended up in a chic restaurant, where ice cubes and those are branded under the slogan of the institution. I don't go to such places. God knows why. I constantly thought about it. It turns out that the simpler, more honest and sincere you treat people, the less we have benefits.
I never knew what the care and support of a man is. Life comes in complicated ways, like it teases me all the time. I know girls who do not particularly strain with work, they just pour into the hands of the blessings of men, they are given expensive phones, cars, apartments in the end. Am I envious? Yes! And it will be an honest answer. I would also like to just take care of myself, and my man organizes the rest. Will I ever see Bali? I dont know. But now I have more important desires because I have a daughter. This is the most amazing thing that happened to me in my life. That's why I'm here. In a fancy restaurant with a practically unknown man who promised me to pay for my daughter's studies. Am I here for the money? Only partly.
But I am honest about all people, including an unfamiliar voice. He knows that I'm honest. So happy to spend time with me. I will give him the emotions that he wants and certainly deserves. What he doesn't get at home is because his wife is one of those lucky girls I wrote about above. They have no emotions. But she will always be his wife. It's easier. And I will get what I need so much now, and certainly emotions. I am pleased to communicate with an interesting educated man. At home, my daughter is waiting for me, to whom I rush and miss her madly, despite such a short time of separation.
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The room was actually a whole room in a restaurant. The door closed behind us with a click. The man took out vaginal balls and a cork from a box on the table.
A nod was enough for me to understand his desire. Good thing the door is closed. I turned my back on him and leaned over to pick up the dress, revealing myself from behind.
I felt how male hands began to introduce gel-lubricated toys into me. At that moment, the door opened and a waiter entered with a tray. Judging by the fact that his hands did not tremble, he knew this in advance and was waiting for him.
Why is he doing this in front of someone? For the first time in my life, I am so glad that I am wearing a mask and the waiter will not see this shame with which I am burning. What's on his mind? Perversion to me? Or jealous of him? What will happen next? And so, I stand in a long dress, with a bare ass on high heels, leaning forward. Then I was allowed to sit down.
Now I do not understand my purpose. Who am I? A toy that is not bad to show off even to the waiter?! The girl he wants to discover the sharpness of new sensations?! Inside me, an extraneous movement begins. I am filled with curiosity about what will happen next. First of all, I would say a huge adrenaline rush, because of everything that is happening and the place. For me, these are strange new sensations that I do not control)) It was interesting to try something new. The sensations are strange, but insanely pleasant. I'm still ashamed of what's going on.
In theory, I knew what would happen. Both scary and interesting at the same time. There is a strange swarming inside me, as if someone is doing something with their fingers. I resemble the heroine of some movie, which is being experimented on. I will not hide the sensations are pleasant, but it is unusual that I do not control them. I wonder if I ask him to stop and he will do so?
I feel it became hot, I no longer stand on ceremony in emotions. Right now I'm only concerned with the things inside of me. Consider that I haven’t had intimacy for a long time, I didn’t have to wait too long. As if the feeling of an explosion inside me, covered the pleasure. Perhaps I would like to do it again)) This works according to the principle: for the first time you need to try, and then all subsequent ones one by one. And here I am again beginning to pierce a fine shiver.
I am comfortable. Enough. But the voice doesn't seem to stop. He continued over and over. It seemed to me that this was some kind of torture on me. I don't know how much time has passed. I begged him to stop. No more strength to endure. It's like I've unloaded a wagon of coal, and now I can't even move. A series of orgasms squeezed all my strength out of me) I sit silently. Tonight I will sleep like never before!
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After a while, he asked the question - do I regret that I came.
I thought... What to answer if I don't know what will happen next. Am I sorry? This conclusion can be made only after the end of the evening. Sometimes I envy men, they are always calm and balanced, not like women, especially as emotional as I am))) the inner voice smiled...
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I was glad to get out of there as soon as possible, to avoid what seemed to me the condemning looks of the waiter and finally breathe in a breath of fresh air.
As soon as they got out, the eyes automatically began to look for a way away from people, since the toys were still inside. But he completely ignored these attempts to go into the shadows. They walked along the street, closer to the bridge.
A stunning view with many luminous crystals in the dark sky opened up before my eyes. Inside, toys continued their work and distracted from the beautiful view. There were stockings under the dress. The thought flashed through how good it was that he allowed to put on panties before going out, otherwise the toys would probably fall out soon, having no more strength to hold them)))
These sensations are like a mini time bomb. It’s like everything is exploding inside, only it doesn’t hurt, but it’s insanely pleasant. I stopped. It is difficult to take steps when there is a feeling and expectation that this will happen now. Deep breath! The air smells different. I felt that a drop slipped out of me and slowly, tickling the inner surface of the thigh, flows down. Could it really be so? I did not touch her with my hand and did not move. I waited for it to descend to the border of the lace of the stockings and disappear, soaking into their silk threads. Now you can enjoy the stars. Put a tick in the list of items of new emotions))
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