I'm ready to do anything for her...
I am ready to do anything for her… My most beautiful girl, who entered the bachelor life of a successful man sharply and immediately. Her very self, her perfect young body, her regular features, her innocent eyes would have been enough for me. The melancholy… The melancholy of an inescapable speck in her pure eyes prevents me from fully enjoying her girlish gaze. I am ready to do anything for her, even what she demands of me.
She always bursts into my place like a little whirlwind. Melancholy and desire for the forbidden hide behind feigned cheerfulness. I know she will leave my house empty and happy… And this happiness will last a week or two, exactly until the moment
when she comes here again for a dose… Like a drug addict.I am covered in kisses… She is on her knees before me… She doesn't need this, but she understands that I must release the tension, that further interaction is only possible if I don't crave her young, firm body so intensely… But her soft lips and tongue are doing such things… The first time, I can never hold out for long…
— And now punish me, master…
And this is what she needs now… Who would I be to her without this? A lover, 27 years her senior, going crazy over her perfect body… Distinguished by solidity and a healthy lifestyle, still resilient… But who would look at a man with graying temples, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a cynical gaze?… When there are so many peers and young men around… The choice is obvious… Except if the girl loves sex and relationships… But she needs something completely different… She is my last solace, and she knows it… And I unquestioningly give her what she demands, in exchange for possessing her body and, perhaps, her soul…
Time!… I put down the tablet and go down to the basement… I freeze for a long minute, admiring the feminine lines of the naked figure… Thin arms are fastened above… Stripes from the whip on full, firm breasts… The same on her hips and pubis… I know there are marks on her buttocks too… I know because I punished her myself, only holding back a little, otherwise she wouldn't experience the ultimate bliss, and then I would be banished… Yes, I cynically lashed this perfect body… Not to the point of blood, not to scars… But I hurt my beloved only to get mine later… Plump lips bitten by white, even teeth… Slender legs slightly apart, and a vibrator buzzes between them… After pain, she loves to come for a long time, sweetly, but without a man inside… Perhaps it's for the best… After whipping her until her smooth, silky skin reddens, I can't take her right away… It's not worth it… I want to love her, caress her tenderly, and enjoy her reciprocal caresses. Instead, I beat her so hard that she screams in pain… And comes…
Her young body has already stopped shuddering… The dose is over, and a new one is required.
— Master, your slave came without you. I am ready to be punished for this…
I want to scream that all of this is wrong, that I don't want to be a master, that these games are pretentious and insane, but instead, I approach and twist her nipples so hard that her beautiful face contorts in pain. I cannot do otherwise, in my weakness, wanting to receive this perfect body again and again…
— Thank you, master…
She raises her eyes, clouded with pain and pleasure, and I see that there is no more melancholy in them.
— Are you ready? — I ask, inwardly shuddering at what I have to do.
— Today is my 19th birthday, — my beloved smiles, arching her back and thrusting out her wonderful rounded breasts, — and I know my master has prepared something special for me today.
Yes, she is a drug addict, and I have to invent new and new torments… And yet, in the beginning, it was just a belt, lightly wandering over her firm bottom…
I roll up a table covered with a white towel… In my hands is a needle… Her eyes widen in horror and delight as I bring the tip to the instantly hardened nipple… I apply a little anesthetic cream… The pain will still be terrible… For a minute, I close my eyes, preparing for the inevitable. And I literally feel with my skin how my beloved's body trembles impatiently in anticipation of the torture…
I bring the needle to the velvety column and slightly press the tip. Her mouth is open, eyes half-closed under long lashes… Why can't I see how this beautiful face contorts when my hand merely crawls up her thigh? Anticipation, thirst, expectation… All of this is written on her face now… And I dare not deceive her…
I sharply thrust the needle into the hard nub of her nipple… (Porno stories) She screams deafeningly in pain, jerks, writhes… I have never seen her have such an orgasm… The slender, graceful body thrashes beside me in an unceasing peak of pleasure, and my legs buckle… Blood runs down the lower hemisphere, flows over the pulsating flat stomach…
— And the second nipple, master? — I hear through sobs and moans.
— In a year, — I say sternly, — on your next birthday.
— No, on March 8th! Please, master! — she finds the strength to look at me pleadingly through the stormy hurricane of insane feelings.
I nod helplessly… I cannot refuse her for fear of becoming uninteresting and unnecessary to her… I cannot resist and caress the desired body, thrashing in voluptuous convulsions… My hands slide over the velvety skin, my lips enjoy the undamaged nipple… Stroke her bottom… It doesn't hurt her there now, so I can without embarrassment gently touch the firm buttocks… And not as usual, squeeze them hard where the whip has passed…
But that's not all… I distract myself from the mesmerizing study of the slender girlish body and change the needle for a heavy gold pendant on a ring… My beloved screams again as the ring mercilessly penetrates the wound… She squints, trying to see how the weighty chain with a heart at the end sways in her nipple…
— Happy birthday, my love, — I whisper into the pink ear, trying to hold back tears.
— You are so generous, master… And kind… Take me in the ass, I need a man there so much right now…
I enter from behind and caress her for several minutes, stroke the undamaged breast, caress the lower lips tremblingly embracing the working vibrator… I try to forget that I just pierced the girl's nipple and hung a heavy gold thing there…
And readiness comes… I cannot resist this… I want her too much, this body drives me too crazy, the closeness is too desired…
Her ass is still very tight for me… I enter with difficulty, but relentlessly… My flesh, as usual, causes pain… My beloved writhes and screams… And impales herself, rocking her hips and moving to meet me… I try not to think about how the chain in her nipple is swaying from these movements now… But selfish pleasure overshadows everything… And I take her, thrashing in an unceasing orgasm, with sharp, deep thrusts…
After she milked me with her mouth right in the hallway, I can continue forever… At least until my beloved moans in the voluptuousness born of pain… And only when I feel my beloved gradually calming down, I finish with a few terrible thrusts…
… I pick up the limp body in my arms and carry it to the bedroom… After a shower, I settle down next to her… She crawls over and lays her head on my shoulder, moaning from pain and staining the sheets and me with blood…
— I am so happy I met you, my love, — this creature, so desired and cozy, if you don't count the metal chilling my ribs, whispers sleepily.
I know that in the morning we will love each other… Sometimes tenderly, sometimes fiercely, like ordinary lovers… Kiss, be affectionate, intertwine in passionate embraces… I will even think again that she came after me… At least the walls of her vagina will continue to pulsate and contract around my member for a while… But as usual, I won't be sure if she's faking it or is still capable of ordinary manifestations of femininity…
And then she will leave… And I will wait for her call in the evenings, afraid of it and dreaming of it…