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Section 1
I am a married woman, 47 years old, and I have always been and am deeply dependent on my husband.
Husband, we have been married for twenty years. Our marriage is as happy as a vanilla orchid. I think this is the most
Maybe it's because I always depend too much on my husband, but I hope I can be an ordinary woman.
people, have a child, and…like most average women you know.
In the early years, I was a well-known conservative beauty, but now, I have to
Not admitting that I'm becoming very open.
That night was my sister's wedding. We were all drunk. I don't remember much. I think there was a wedding dress.
I was approached by a man in a uniform, and then I went home with Lang. I only remember that we had sex, but I
I was drunk, really drunk, and Lang later told me that I was yelling, "Be rough, rape!"
I, Lang! Fuck me like a real rape! Why don't you be rougher! "
Lang never treated me badly. He said that the way I looked at that time could only be described as a bitch or a slut.
Allow. I remember clearly what happened next. At the climax, I said to him, "This is what I want to do.
The way you want sex, I'm yours, Lang, please enjoy me as you like! "
Of course, it was awkward when I saw him the next day, but when Ron came to the table with a smile on his face, he was very happy about the meal he had just had yesterday.
Without saying a word about the evening, he flipped through the three magazines in his hand and put them on the table, leaving me with a
If you have time, you can take a look. My face was still burning from last night's events. I went up to him and kissed him passionately. I was more
Love him more. I glanced at the cover of the magazine and it was a stunning and incredible picture, but I
I didn't look at it carefully, but just put it in the drawer, planning to take it out when I was free in the afternoon.
Lang went to work, and I sat there listlessly for a while, even forgetting the magazine he left for me. Passed
It took me a while to remember those covers. They were some disgusting, obscene scenes that completely broke the rules.
It broke my traditional cognition.
I remember a picture with "House Slut" on the cover - a man came home and his wife
She was vacuuming the room, but she was naked except for a pair of high heels and a pair of beautiful
earrings, shackles were fixed on her ankles, and chains were wrapped around her body and neck.
His wrists were locked tightly and a ball-shaped gag was stuffed into his mouth.
I almost fainted from this. My traditional moral values scolded Lang in my mind. How could he do this?
Bring this kind of garbage to my eyes! It was a disgusting mess... but a warm feeling came over me.
The itching in my vagina was against my will, and I had to take a shower to calm down.
Next, I untied my beautiful clothes and walked into the bathroom. When I sat on the bathroom chair, I took off my pajamas.
My vagina has been completely soaked in my own honey.
I am a professional woman, I studied law, and I never thought that the scenes in the magazine would
I tried to banish those images from my mind, but my hands were completely unable to
Ignoring the confusion in my mind, it involuntarily caressed my sexual organs, and my honey splashed everywhere.
I thought for a while. To be precise, I stood in front of the mirror, looking into my own eyes and thinking.
I have blue eyes and long brown hair, but since I was a teenager I have
Dyed blonde, I'm not very pretty, with a pair of beautiful nipples adorning my slightly flat chest.
I am five feet five inches tall and weigh one hundred and sixty pounds, which makes me look a bit plump, but
I have perfect body curves and Ron is more beautiful than me. I was so impressed when he picked me in college.
I was so happy that I could hardly believe it. He likes my nipples, but he also said he likes big asses
Woman with buttocks.
God, I'm kind of terrified right now. I couldn't get those scenes out of my mind. Lang gradually became my
Master, and I am just a slave girl sucking his cock.
But we have to face the reality. I can't be a real house slave. I have to go to my legal
Working in the firm, I have to earn money with him to build our home. I am more and more like a slave, being whipped by him
I was beaten, humiliated, and raped by his fingers digging into my anus, but in public,
I have to hide all this deeply.
Our child Tony is ten years old. He lives in a middle-class family in a beautiful suburb.
Sometimes, I think I should educate him personally, tell him what is true, good, and beautiful, and some
things—he was in adolescence. I am a working woman, although my family situation can afford a
Housewife, but Long disagrees with me.
Since Lang has completely dominated this family, I can only obey him more. If I don’t do this, he will
She would tie me up in anger and then make full use of this time to whip me, the "slut". But,
After all, Lang and I both have jobs and are very busy. Therefore, although he is a "master", we still have a lot of
Lots of other things to do.
Lang worked sixty hours a week, sometimes more.
He was handsome, five feet eleven inches tall, two hundred pounds, and had a pair of eyes that would attract any "slut".
Blue eyes, in real life, he looks like a pretty boy, and never shows any edges, but when
When he orders someone to do something, he never compromises, which is why I will do what he needs.
When you want, lick his beautiful black leather shoes like a slave.
I watched Tony grow up, get married and start a family when he was 23, and I felt like I had become a part of that.
A free agent and can spend more time with Long. But Ron is not as close to me as he was before we got married.
To be exact, we are a little distant. He is always busy with his work. He is a little too devoted to his work.
This caused friction in our relationship. Although he would still make love to me roughly when he was free, he could not
Fa single-handedly cultivated his "house slut".
A week ago, Long showed me an adult magazine with a nasty bondage scene.
An article written by the "director of a prostitute school in California" describes in detail a woman who was "trained
Course".
When I knelt at the master's feet again, licking his shoes with my hands behind my back, I asked, "Master!
Do you want me to go to this school too? "
My tone annoyed him. "You will sleep with the ball gag on tonight, even though I'm
I have spent a lot of time training you to be a real bitch, but you are always not so satisfactory to me, no doubt,
It's just a matter of time. Sometimes you don't really obey me, you must be strictly trained,
I can't spend all my rest time training you, so I want you to go to this school. "
I felt the cracks in our relationship, and I remember a few times when I didn't shave properly because I was in a hurry to go to work.
pubic hair, and thus received severe punishment from him.
There were also times when he called for "obedient slaves" and I was in a trance, in a daze, or immersed in myself.
In a satisfying space.
I even ran around in front of him wearing women's pants and stockings, which he hated so much. This proves that "someone
Sometimes, I don't respect my master enough." Although, when I caused his dissatisfaction, Lang would teach me a lesson.
He scolded me, but I could understand him. After all, he was the master.
"Bitch is willing to go to school," I said.
I feel a little wronged. I am a working woman and a mother, and there are many daily
Pastime.
Lang leaned over and lifted my head to face him. "I love you, and when you become my slave, I will
Love you forever. As a master, I know you better than you know yourself. I do this for your own good.
The best decision you can make. I always think you need training in sex skills.
The quality is very picky, but you are far, far away. What we have in front of us is a school for vocational training of sluts.
This is almost set up for us, they know how to make you an obedient slave, you will be in that
After two months of training in the concentration camp, when you come out you will become the "house prostitute" I pursue.
Guaranteed that the sex after that will be crazy. "
I love Lang very much. I think he is a real man. I don't like sissy "half-men".
I don't like boys who never grow up and cowards who are afraid of their wives. In my impression, men should be proud to step on him
The female slave (I have to say here that I have omitted some words because I consider there are female readers),
But I didn't want to leave him. I was sad and anxious, but I also had to show courage to my master.
After that, Lang didn't say a word to me. After dinner, he invited me to dance, but I knew his intention was
It was decided that he would not have sex with me again until I came back from "whore school".
A week later, he left me naked in the garage with the "Whore School" pamphlet in my hand.
I felt cold, helpless, afraid and sad all night. I could no longer serve my Master.
The next morning at four o'clock, I was taken away by a van from the "Whore School". In the van, I saw four other girls.
I don't take those women who are still in a trance seriously at all. I want to make my master proud of me.
Section 2
Later I found out that my leaving provided Lang with an opportunity to have fun with other women. He might have abandoned me.
I know that during this time after we were married, he was still having affairs with other women. He is the master, he also
Knowing this, I wouldn't raise any questions even if he did so.
Sometimes, he would deliberately tell me about his romantic affairs, hoping that I would lose control of my emotions.
This way, he could take the opportunity to punish me. Anyway, after all, his cheating behavior was not frequent, and he
Nor did he let himself get bogged down in it. I learned to be tolerant of him since my school days. At that time, Lang often came to
Go out and find some sluts to fuck. I think this might be his long-term plan.
His secretary eventually fell in love with him; he was indeed very popular with women. I'm not here these days, he can get a
There is ample opportunity for her secretary to become his new blowjob slave, of course, they can also do it in the office
This kind of dirty thing. Moreover, she can also provide sexual services to Lang when Lang needs it.
She is 20 years old, unmarried, beautiful with long black hair. This Spanish girl also has
I think the master has seen through this and decided to use this time to make her more
Understand your sexual orientation. In the early days, he took her out for supper every night. I remember clearly,
During these days, Lang just asked her to give him oral sex, for a full twenty-one days! Eventually she became a complete submissive
A slave of the , Lang is that kind of man.
I also knew that Ron had had sex with Lucy several times. She was a 22-year-old girl whose father
Mother-Lou and Jill are old friends of ours. On the night of her graduation ceremony, I saw her as if she were a teenager.
Like a 18-year-old teenage girl, she sat on Lang's lap and flirted with him.
In Lang's eyes, she was undoubtedly a suitable candidate for a female slave. And Amanda, a sixty-year-old
A woman, but her appearance is amazing beyond her age. In the office in Las Vegas, they have a
A lot of things happened. Although these women still live among us, Lang decided to put an end to these complicated
Therefore, I am still the most important person to him.
When I regained consciousness in the black van, I adjusted my posture and the thin blanket under me.
With the help of the dim light, I looked at the other three sluts in the car. One was a slender Asian woman.
The first one was about thirty-five, the second one was a fifty-something African-American woman who was a little overweight, and the third one was quite
An attractive old white woman, probably about sixty years old, with a plain figure, and finally, a
A short, plump, white female of similar age.
I look at these sluts around me (you'll notice that when I call them male or female, I always try to
to make their language the same as my Master's) were all completely naked, their pubic mounds shaved like mine.
Clean, and in their very silky hands they held the booklet tremblingly.
"We're almost at Napa Valley," the black woman told me. At this moment, I finally figured out the direction.
Nodded.
"How did you get here?" she asked me. "My master didn't like the eggs I cooked for him yesterday."
I heard the pride of being a lowly slave girl in her familiar voice. I know I am like this too.
But this statement stung me at the same time, she respected and admired her master more than I did.
"That's not the only reason." After a pause, she blamed herself.
Of course, this is just a formality, not simply taking out anger on her. A true master always has
With his grand plan.
"My Master sent me there as punishment," I said, trying to
Gain the upper hand in front of people.
I was surprised to see that the other three women were nodding silently - as if they also understood deeply. she
They are all lowly "shoe lickers" like me. For us, men are always right.
Part of me hates this idea and thinks it's dirty, but when I say these words to other sluts
When I do this, I feel an unusual pleasure from the twisting of my internal organs. I am undoubtedly a beautiful woman, but I am also
A very depraved little bitch.
The old white woman said, "My husband is 45 years old and I am 65.
Fifteen years, during this time, we have always maintained a dominant and submissive relationship (D/
S), I don’t know
How should I put it? Not all men dare to look directly at my nipples, and even more people choose to back off. You know
—When you see a dripping labia gaping open, but you’re afraid to touch it? A few years later, Tom became seriously insane.
Addicted to D/
S and S/
M, and I feel like a duck in water because of it. (like
a
duck
to
water foreigner
How do you say like a fish in water? ).
He really, really loves to punish my body, and I need him to do that. You can't imagine being mastered
The feeling of being knocked out. I have always hated those men who "please you like a lapdog in order to have sex with a woman."
Tom knows how to treat women.
In our home, I am a little deer who pleases my master. I can lick his ass with joy at any time.
For six years I did what my Master asked me to do, and these were the happiest times of my life. When I'm online
When I discovered this school, I begged my master to send me here. "
In my imagination, Asian women all have very strong foreign accents, but this slut in front of me is obviously
She has a high level of English education and she said in perfect, fluent English: "I used to be a real estate agent.
——I often go out to work. Yao Bo hopes that I can become a full-time home slave, so that he can use his methods to
He said there were cowboy boots and fascist masters..." Her voice trailed off, and
We burst into laughter. What most women would consider shameful is our favorite.
I thought to myself, "If he treats her differently, she might laugh at him."
Lucy continued to speak frankly, but her tone was trembling: "In your words, I am an ABC-
—I am a Chinese born in the United States. My parents are immigrants, but they want me to be a "real" American.
Country girl. So I naturally had a rebellious mentality, and when I was studying at the University of California, Berkeley,
I deliberately looked for boys with East Asian accents. At my sister's wedding, I met Yao Bo, who was older than me.
Twenty years older, a thoroughly Chinese man, he had been married twice and had seven children. I wore it that day
I was very beautiful, I knew how to seduce a man with clothes and obedience, his eyes completely fascinated me, so,
We had crazy sex in the bathroom while his wife and three kids had dinner, it was so exciting!
Yao Bo is a veteran of the school. Twenty years of living in the United States have made him a thorough American. Most women
People would hide away from him as if they saw a demon, but I was completely attracted to him. I didn't crave love, I just wanted
I hope he can vent his anger on me. Yao Bo fell in love with America during these twenty years. He said that he used to be very fond of women.
He brought his first wife here from Taiwan, but lost her because of his overindulgence.
He met Zi in Hong Kong while she was working in the United States, but he felt that their relationship was also going to fall apart. Long story short
When Yao Bo and I walked into the church, my labia had been pierced and I was
Wearing a chastity belt, he said, it would keep my virginity for him, and he made me
She became his real woman, a woman who had completely lost her sexual rights. "
We felt the passion and pride in Lucy's words. The caravan was not comfortable, and we didn't know it would
There, we were naked in the cold air, but here, we didn't feel bored!
Through the conversation, we felt each other's faces getting hot. We are both beautiful and have received high education.
We know that the life we pursue is contrary to today's feminist liberalism, and even say that
During this time in the caravan, I felt an unprecedented sense of extreme restraint. It was like a caravan abandoned by God.
The car, in which we share the privacy of lovers and servants, the privacy hidden by femininity!
We are proud of our origins, it is a pride of being women. Through physical pain and suffering
The Master develops our latent nature, a feminine nature that extinguishes itself for the one it loves.
Temperament is a blessing from God and is no longer limited to pleasure. Pain can turn a woman into a real
Women, we are proud that our Master understands this deeply.
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