- Dog: Your story has a certain feel to it, like "a beast in the bedroom, a gentle in the public."
- MD Inner Voice: I have gained another fan, secretly feeling proud, hahaha.
- Dog: We're not far apart, you know what I mean, right?
- MD: I kind of understand.
One#
Although the story started with an invitation from you, it still turned into a conversation-based story. I remained calm and composed, perhaps you wanted to but hesitated. So, where did the idea of meeting come from? Probably from here.
- Dog: Do you have time these days?
- MD: During the day? I should have time. Are you inviting me?
- Dog: I'm considering it. I feel like you're not bad. Of course, you can reject me.
- MD: I probably won't reject you. You suit my taste.
- Dog: Then it depends on your availability.
The beginning of this story seems a bit plain, but that's how we agreed on a meeting time. It seems easy, but I know that the feeling I have is what you desire, and the feeling you have is what I desire. You won't be disappointed, and neither will I.
Wake up, have breakfast, take a shower, change clothes. Three ropes, a ruler, a vibrator, a satin blindfold, and of course, I can't forget a box of my favorite chocolates. That should be enough. You said your bus arrives at 10:40, and I'll be there at 10, calmly leaving the house. I couldn't find Marlboro Burst, so I settled for L&M Burst.
Unexpected situations always arise in the course of events. On my way to the bus station to pick you up, you told me that you forgot to bring your ID card, there's nothing we can do. You asked if you could come over, and I looked at the bus ticket, it seemed fine. I asked you, "Tell me, how many spankings?" You cautiously replied, "30 spankings won't be enough, right?" I told you, "Count for yourself." At a time like this, you even wanted to lessen your punishment, "30." "Is that enough?" "50." I smirked, "Okay, I need to catch the 12 o'clock bus."
You said you wanted to kneel down and confess to me. I told you that I didn't want to not see you after I got off the bus. You kept asking if you could go directly to the hotel. I told you that you were wrong, accepting the punishment is enough, there's no need for these meaningless confessions. What I want is not a compromise due to repentance, but your voluntary submission. It seems like you found the feeling you wanted, calling me "Master" and craving for me to torture you.
- Dog: So, should we go directly to the hotel?
- MD: The training starts from the moment you see me.
- Dog: Okay.
- MD: I know you want it, so let's have a good time this afternoon as my release bitch.
- Dog: I want to serve you even more.
I replied to your messages on the bus, sometimes teasing you, and you told me that you were already wet without even seeing me. I knew you were already wet. I asked you to touch yourself to check. Indeed, you were wet. It seemed that our training had already begun before we even met. Perhaps my dominant side made you weak in the knees.
Two#
At the door of the room, I stood behind you with the room key in my hand. I leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Kneel down and crawl inside." Your legs went weak, and you anxiously asked me, "Here? There's surveillance outside." I nodded, walked past you, and opened the door. You carefully closed the door and knelt down.
With my back turned to you, I placed my bag down, sat on a chair, and you obediently crawled to my feet. I smiled, touched your head, and pinched your face. I stood up, bent down, and gently took your backpack off your shoulder.
"Didn't we say we should take a shower first?"
"Can I stand up and undress?"
I lifted your chin, looked into your eyes, and smiled. "You can stand up now."
You stood up and shyly turned away from me, slowly taking off your clothes one by one. I commanded you to turn around, and you faced me only in your underwear.
I examined your naked body, caressed your breasts, and you lowered your head, unable to look at me. Your voice was weak as you asked, "Can I go now, Master?" I slapped your buttocks lightly and said, "Go ahead, be a good girl."
I looked at the Orleans chicken pot and cola that you brought for me, but I didn't have the desire to eat. I just lit a cigarette, drank the cola, and waited quietly for you.
After five minutes, or maybe longer, you came out wrapped in a towel. I walked up to you and said, "Stand still, don't move." I untied your towel, starting from your neck, wiping away the water droplets on your body one by one. "Turn around," I slowly squatted down, wiping from your back to your buttocks and down to your calves, including your wet pussy. "Arms," "the other one." I threw the towel onto the bed, looked at you, nodded, and sat back on the chair.
You were a little stunned, seemingly unexpected. Until I pointed to the floor in front of you. You obediently crawled over and knelt by my feet. I lifted your chin.
"How many spankings do you still owe me?"
"85 spankings."
"What else?"
"5 slaps."
I gently caressed your cheek and suddenly gave you a slap, not too light, not too heavy. Seeing that you were prepared, I grabbed your hair and delivered the remaining four slaps. I touched your head and started eating the Orleans chicken pot.
You lowered your head, slowly unbuttoned my pants, and as I stood up, you helped me take off my pants more easily. You grabbed my cock, slowly sucking, licking, and occasionally choking and coughing, but still trying hard to make me feel more comfortable. Finally, I grabbed your hair and fed my entire cock into your mouth. You stuck out your tongue and slowly licked up the remaining semen.
I opened the bottle of mineral water on the table and brought it to your mouth. You rinsed your mouth and took a few sips.
Three#
"It's time to settle the score you owe me. Lie on the bed," I said. "Do we need to count?" you asked. "What do you think?" I replied.
I took the ruler, kneaded your buttocks, and touched your dripping wet pussy. I spanked you hard. You counted each spank, and I continued to deliver them. Occasionally, I would pause and gently massage your red buttocks, kneading your increasingly wet pussy.
You tried to block with your hand, and I calmly said, "If you block with your hand, I'll slap it." You immediately withdrew your hand. You counted up to 50, and I caressed your reddened buttocks, throwing the ruler aside. I gently massaged your buttocks and asked, "How many are left?" You answered, "35." "Forget it, I'll finish the rest later."
Your buttocks were red and hot, and I gently massaged the sore spots, one by one. You lay there, closed your eyes, and enjoyed it peacefully.
I took out the prepared ropes and tied you up in an M shape. I pressed the vibrator firmly against your clitoris, and you involuntarily tried to avoid it but couldn't. I turned the vibrator to the highest setting and rubbed it against your wet pussy. You kept moaning and begging me to stop.
Your juices flowed more and more, and I put on a silicone tongue sleeve, using the vibrator to thrust rapidly into your horny pussy. You said you wanted it, and I asked what you wanted, if you wanted me to fuck you. You said yes, feeling me still playing with your wet pussy, unable to resist adding, "Fuck me." You writhed and reached for a condom, wanting to hand it to me.
I took the condom you handed me, put it on, and forcefully thrust it all the way in. I fucked you vigorously, relentlessly, continuously pounding into you. I grabbed your legs, fucked you hard, and released my desires on your body.
Four#
After releasing, your body went limp, and you crawled into the bed. I went to the bathroom to freshen up, got on the bed, and opened my arms to embrace you. You happily snuggled into my arms.
I held your soft body, played with your breasts, and chatted with you absentmindedly. You leaned against my chest, breathing gently.
After resting, I finished the remaining 35 spankings. I fucked you hard two more times. I tied you up and took some beautiful photos.
Today was not bad at all.