By pressing the button, having previously undressed to the goal, listening to the melody of an ancient call behind a shabby door, you will stand with your bare knees on the dirty floor, as ordered in the last SMS. It came, knocking down your legs, on which you stood at the entrance, trying not to tremble, looking at your surprised guards.
Trembling with excitement, anger and fear of the unknown, you will want to scream from helplessness to the entire entrance. Nausea and disgust will rise to the throat from the understanding that nothing can be changed and all that awaits you is a beast outside the door, a disgusting beast, a blackmailer who has already begun and will continue to turn you into his slave ... Into his dirty disgusting something that can trample not only you, but a bunch of other people who will kill you and your family if he puts out the information he owns...
Of all those involved, you were chosen by him for a reason.
A beautiful, successful, rich and humiliating hostess at work, in his opinion, deserved all that you have to endure...
... there are no normal ideas and thoughts, there is no way out either, there is only waiting, a car with security left below, the fifth floor of a nine-story building, painted walls, a dirty floor and you...
You, well-groomed, fit, tanned at fabulous resorts, kneeling naked, smelling of expensive perfume... A strict mistress of the largest holding, ready to kill the one whose order you silently wait at the door of the apartment where your office scavenger lives. The creak of an opening door and chilling all parts of the body:
“Come on, crawl in, stand here shining your ass, it will disconnect you from reality, and you, as if under hypnosis, will get up like cancer and, trying to wag your ass clenched with fear, head to his lair.
Crawling on all fours into the apartment - as if into icy water - howling with hatred, you will get a kick under your pumped up perfectly smooth ass and you will hear his nervous:
“Come on, maramoyka, don’t whine to me here, rather climb through, otherwise I’m cold.” Whom did you leave the clothes for, you dumbass? Don't get up off your knees, and I'm going to go out the door for things, the tormentor will bark like a dog.
Counting the tears that drip onto the parquet, you will want to die, but the heat in the crotch from a blow - either with a hand, or with something else - and a sharp pain from hair pulled with force will distract you from bad thoughts, and you, finally, see his eyes...
Beautiful expressive eyes. Full of confidence, power and satisfaction. Saying with a grin and spitting on your face after each word:
“Na... here... you lost... something...” he will put your panties in your mouth and, not paying attention to your reaction and condition, he will pull you by the hair into the corner of the hallway:
“Stay here and think about who you are.
Poking his forehead into the corner, he orders not to sit on his heels with his ass and wash his panties with his mouth. Stroking your hair, back and ass, he will sharply stick a finger into your ass, causing hellish pain, the second will squeeze your neck, not letting you breathe, and promise, having finished his tea, to hurt you and give you a drink of his golden rain ...
Coming to your senses, left alone, digesting what is happening, feeling pain in your knees, you will start to rage and boil, covered with goosebumps not from the fact that you are treacherously flowing, standing with a spit on your face and chewing your panties, not from the fact that this creature humiliates you , not from helplessness and not from the unknown of what this bastard will do to you, and not even from the fact that now you are a dirty whore ... You boil from not understanding why you all this, bitch, is so madly in love ...
Romantic Dominant