Now the mistress wants more than a slave licking her feet, she wants to humiliate him even more than that, what can be worse? You’ll probably think, read and find out!

The girl saw that her foot was absolutely dry, so she removed it from the slave’s face for he would lick it until she stopped him. There were a few drops of milk on the floor which had flown down from her toes.

I hoped my Mistress would allow me to drink the milk but I heard a different thing.

- Don’t you see what’s on the floor, slave? – The girl asked strictly but playfully. – You know, I can’t stand dirt in my kitchen. Lick it!

I sighed, lowered my head to the floor and started licking those little drops. I had hardly finished when Helen plunged her foot into the milk again and pointed it at my face. This time more milk was on the floor… I knew I would have to lick it all again… I began sucking my Lady’s foot.

The girl gave her slave to drink this way for some time. What she liked the most was when he licked the floor, so she tried to pour more milk there. Soon she got tired of that game either.

- Ok, slave, now you can lap it from the glass. Lap, not drink!!! Do it! And don’t forget about your ass, it must always be stuck out! – The girl sat comfortably on the chair wishing to enjoy the scene.

It was not easy to lap as an animal though my tongue was working fast. I felt hurt that she didn’t allow me to drink it right from the glass…

The girl was enjoying greatly what she saw before her. “What’s wrong with it? – She was amusing herself. – He should even thank me for that. A good Mistress has fed up her slave, her pet, to be precise… I wonder whether he laps it or not if I piss into the glass… – Ideas appeared in her mind very quickly. – I won’t give him to drink anything for a day and he will drink everything then… or I might frighten him with the punishment… He will ask for drinking that as soon as he sees a lash in my hand, – Helen grinned. – Using his weaknesses I can make him do whatever I want.”

Suddenly Helen rose and came up to the guy.

- Slave! – She shouted strictly.

I looked up tearing off from the glass which was still half-full. The girl spit on the floor…

- Lick it! – She ordered.

And … I did it…

“Right! He won’t refuse to drink my urine… I’ll punish him if he does… – She laughed. – His ears are burning with shame… Smart slave!”

- Keep the right posture! – The girl shouted at her slave reminding him about his position once again.

“My possession, – she thought proudly. – I’ll improve him and we’ll do a lot together!!!” The girl laughed quietly having received a new portion of positive emotions.

- Drink it up to the bottom, slave! – The girl was watching her pet lapping the milk from the glass.

“Training and training, – Helen thought. – Persistence… He should feel that I can be more human”.

Generally Helen didn’t consider herself a cruel person. She didn’t like meaningless insults and sharp physical pain. However, she cultivated strictness and discipline in her slaves. Of course she had to do that using lashes and punishments but if a slave was punished once he would try to avoid that at any cost next time. When time passed he would become perfect. The girl was good at lashing and she felt proud of that. She could punish her slave just a bit for tiny disobedience or do it violently. And she was the only one to choose the form of punishment. She knew plenty of ways to punish her slaves with no participation from her. They were very memorable for slaves and she knew they would do everything to prevent that.

This slave was rather complaisant and he was easy to train. Moreover, he came here himself…

There was little milk left in the glass before me but it was so difficult to lap it using the tongue only. I even regretted asking her about it but then felt that my thirst tormented me more than this game. I thought that Helen used those ordinary human’s weaknesses, like food and water, for making me to amuse her. She could limit me in something and then force me to fulfill her crazy wishes…

The girl came to her slave very close, overstepped him and stood still. Now he was under her between her legs. Helen was smiling and looking at her slave’s head that was moving up and down while he was lapping the milk from the glass. She liked standing that way and liked the sounds…

- Your posture, slave! Proud posture! – She said.

- Yes, my Mistress, – I looked at her from below being unaware of what to expect and then resumed lapping the milk.

The only wish I had at that moment was to finish the milk as soon as possible. Standing in that position was very shameful indeed.

- Hurry up, slave! You’re doing that too slowly!

It was difficult to do but I could say nothing to her. Soon the glass was empty…

- Well done, slave! – Helen was satisfied with her slave. – Aren’t you thirsty anymore? You see, your Mistress is very kind. Don’t you think you should thank her for that?

- Thank you, my Lady. You’re so kind and generous! – Being under her I felt like in trouble…

I moved backwards a bit having decided that if I covered her feet with my kisses she would understand how grateful I was. I dropped my head a little sideways and started kissing her feet.

- Yes, slave, you are right! – Helen was pleased. – Don’t forget about the other foot…

The girl stood that way for some time feeling her slave’s lips on her feet. “Such gratitude is to be trained as well, even for tiny kind action. It is great honor for him even to touch my feet with his mouth.” Helen smiled.

- Ok, slave, that will do. Clean everything here. – Helen stepped aside allowing he man to move.

Sunday was almost over. She had spent the weekend very well. The girl had no desire to work on her slave at the moment. Of course she could leave him near the door on the carpet for a couple hours in case if she needed something. But then she decided she didn’t want to see him anymore.
These two days were very eventful. The slave had learned lots of things and she was even more powerful for him now. She didn’t have to be in a hurry, all should be done gradually as she could break him morally.

“I must be careful with my things…” the girl thought. Helen was watching the man cleaning her kitchen floor. Soon nothing could say what had been happening in this room.

- You can get dressed. I don’t need you any more today, – she said lazily.

- Yes, my Lady… – I replied. It was unexpected for me.

“He’s rushing… – Helen grinned watching her slave. – He must be tired to serve me… – It was so funny. – Silly boy, you can’t do anything with it… I’ve just loosened the leash and allowed you to breathe some fresh air. But the leash is still in my hands. I can loosen or tighten it… Well, enough impressions for me… Have a short rest…”

When I was on the point of leaving my mistress stopped me…

- Slave, I want… – Helen showed me a small gilded ring. – I want you to wear this ring all the time!

I looked at her…

- There is an engraving here, – the girl showed me the inner part of the ring.

“Helen’s slave” I read…

- As you are my possession in this life you must wear this ring. Don’t take it off. Only I can do that! Do you understand me?

- Yes, my Lady, – I nodded.

- Fine! – The girl gave me the ring and I put it on my finger. – You may think I’ve married you, – she grinned. – Or to be precise, I enslaved you. Don’t forget anything! This way you will remember that I owe you. I guess I don’t need to remind that you shouldn’t have sex, even masturbation is prohibited for you. If you need to make a decision consult me first! Don’t be afraid, I’m a kind person but I can probably forbid something to you.

“I’ll be able to control him, – Helen thought. – I’ll know everything about his actions.”

It was not easy to hear that but I realized how much power she had over me.

- Good bye, my Mistress, – I kissed her hand and bowed slightly leaving the apartment.

She said nothing, just closed the door.

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Originally posted 2008-12-27 02:32:58.

This hot teen babe really does bad in college, she wants to get a good grade and she’ll have to prove her teacher that she deserves a better grade…

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I worked as a college teacher. One day, when I was on the point of leaving for home I met Marnie. She was my student and was going to have a bad grade the semester. I knew she wouldn’t be allowed to pass her exams if she didn’t change the situation. So, I was aware of the reason why she was waiting for me.

- Excuse me, I’d like to talk about my grade… – She said.

- You know, I’m in a hurry… Why don’t we do it tomorrow? Do you remember what task I’d given you?

- Yes, I do, – she nodded. – But can I work on my grade today? I can do that fast… – She looked at me and smiled.

I didn’t want to stay too long, so I offered her:

- Let’s go to the bus stop together, I’ll ask you a few question concerning the material I’ve provided you with. If you answer at least a half of them I’ll correct your grade.

I wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible. To tell you the truth I was a bit afraid of her.

- Ok, – Marnie nodded.

The path from college to the bus stop went through a small grove. While we were walking I asked the girl many questions. She tried to reply. However, she mixed plenty of things and couldn’t answer even one question properly. When we were in the middle of the grove she suddenly asked:

- Have you got a girlfriend?

I didn’t have a girlfriend at that time but I didn’t know how to answer that question. I didn’t understand why she asked that.

- It’s none of your business! – I replied rudely.

Marnie was obviously hurt. She turned red, stopped talking and then suddenly said:

- I just wanted… to say… that if you haven’t got a girlfriend… Well… you’re a man… and you, probably… want… me.

To be frank I was taken aback. I was standing and looking at her with my eyes wide open. I was silent and didn’t know what to say.

I looked at her once again and turned crimson either. I wanted her!!! And my cock was getting stiff…

- I like you, – she whispered. She was going to cry, I saw tears in her eyes. – Sorry!

She wanted to run away from me but I caught her by the arm. She took it as a sign I approved her intentions and pressed to me. Then she embraced me and whispered:

- I want you…

I had a huge lump in my pants. I wanted her and couldn’t deny that. Marnie was an ordinary girl but there was something that attracted me…

- Can we do it here? – She asked.

I nodded.

She took me by the arm and pulled me away from the path. I didn’t have anything to do. She unzipped my pants, took the cock out and started jerking it off, then pulled the condom on it. I turned her with her back to me and pulled her jeans off. She leaned her hands against the tree and a second later I was fucking her fiercely. She was so wet! I was fucking her and stroked her crotch occasionally.

- Do you want to fuck my ass? – She asked.

Now it was me who took it as a sign to act. I started penetrating her butt but the hole was not very well developed and the cock just couldn’t enter it. I stopped my attempts and kept on fucking her vagina until I came. Before I ejaculated I had thrust too deeply and she screamed. I didn’t know whether she did that because it was painful or pleasant. But I liked it.

When I climaxed and pulled off the condom I still had an erection. Marnie squatted in front of me and swallowed it licking the remains of the semen.

- Do you often do that? – I asked her.

- I won’t tell you, – she replied flirtatiously.

When my cock was satisfied Marnie released it.

- I don’t want anyone to know about that, – I asked her.

- Sure, darling, – she said as if we were already a couple, – will you correct my grade?

- No, – I said making a grimace.

Marnie was shocked. She didn’t know whether I was kidding or serious. But a second later she smiled as if asking me “Would you like to fuck me one more time?”

- Ok, ok, – I laughed, – but don’t tell anybody, ok? If you really like me you can sometimes come to me when you graduate. Do you promise?

She promised.

Marnie didn’t graduate. She wasn’t allowed to pass the exams and then she was expelled. Of course, she didn’t come to me… and it was not my fault, probably the fault of female teachers she couldn’t get a deal with…

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• October 18, 2008 — Hooker’s diary. Part 17

Originally posted 2008-12-12 06:06:14.

A guy visits his girlfriend and she gives him a most terrific head!

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Every Thursday returning home from the gym John dropped in on his college friend Mary, who was also his girlfriend. They were both 20. They lived on the same street.

John and Mary never agreed about Thursday, he just came to her being aware that her parents were out and they had great sex.

This time all was different. Ringing the bell John saw Mary. She told him:

- John, my parents are at home today.

- How can it be? Today is Thursday. I want you, Mary.

- Darling, today we can’t. My Mum and Dad returned earlier. I don’t know why… – Mary was trying to justify herself.

- But… Oh, damn! My dick is stiff as soon as I think of you, – John continued.

- Oh, my God!.. Ok!.. Go to the attic, I’ve got an idea.

- What kind of idea? – John looked surprised.

- You’ll know soon, – she said touching his cock through the pants. – Go, I’ll be there in 5 minutes.

Saying that she slammed the door. John went slowly to the attic. There he sat down and started waiting. Pretty soon he heard steps and saw Mary. He’d always known she would do as she said.

- What was the idea? – asked John being intrigued.

- Now, I’ll fuck you, Jonny. I’ll satisfy your insatiable passion. You don’t even expect this from me…

- It is cold and uncomfortable here… How can we fuck in this place?

- We’re not going to fuck! I’ll suck your prick!

- Are you serious? My girlfriend is going to take my phallus in her mouth…That’s incredible!

- Don’t you believe? Let’s begin then…

Mary unzipped the fly of his pants and pulled out a firm knob. Then she moved away the foreskin and bared the head. She bent and pushed the member into her mouth.

John moaned and lay down. Mary was swallowing the penis greedily. She didn’t just take it into her mouth, she was sucking it, licking, jerking it as well as she could. She began with sucking only the head making rotating movements over it, biting it. Then Mary saw the cock became red and she fully swallowed it up to his balls. Sometimes she took the prick out and put it in again keeping on sucking a huge penis of her boyfriend. She squatted because she got tired of standing and began jerking the phallus, she was simultaneously licking it, and then she took his both balls into the mouth.

John was ecstatic. He raised his legs moaning, took his girlfriend at the hair pulling her head closer or pushing it away to see how she was doing that. Mary’s lips, tongue and teeth didn’t allow him to get up. His penis was burning, he was ready to cum… but each time Mary didn’t let him do that. Mary seemed to feel that he was going to have an orgasm. His cock started aching and he was begging:

- Honey! Please, that will do. Let me come. Oh! I can’t… Mary… That’s all…. Yes… Now… OK…

- Do you feel satisfied? I could continue…

Then she sucked it again, stopped and squeezed her lips. A strong jet bumped against Mary’s gum. She couldn’t swallow everything so blowing up her cheeks she spit the semen backwards holding the dick still inside the mouth. You should have seen that! Mary had John’s prick in the mouth, the semen was flowing out over her lips, chin and then it was falling in drops on the floor…

Having finished Mary went home. John crashed out as soon as he reached his bed…

Originally posted 2008-07-25 09:55:19.