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F.


know the last few weeks I Lady Simone,

in recent years I have met some lady, but none are as Lady Simone.
Lady Simone can not be easily classified in the series of Mistresses.

It is so different.

Certainly not less demanding, certainly not less self-conscious, certainly not inexperienced ...

She enjoys truly live their dominance. She is aware of your greatness as a dominant woman very much and loves it when men crawl before you.

Perhaps a over, this is a big difference, that you are not looking for slaves, perhaps because they live on it must be, no, she is mistress of pure passion,
... the slaves have only ever crawl to her, before they get attention at all (for me it was almost a fiasco).

What an honor now to be her slave!

I am a Catholic priest, as he I am aware of my submissive disposition, and also believe that women are raised as males. Even at the very beginning the lady sent me a book written by her prayer that I should pray daily.

We regularly speak to each other in chat to get to know us. And then there was this mail:

Your first task ...

With great curiosity and excitement was read the mail from me, a first time, a second time and several other times ... and each time my heart beat faster.

Lady Simone wrote: "Your first easy s task is to print my photo

and placing it on the altar, and you'll be in Stockings and Panties are before the altar,

pray (as in your Holy Orders) and to your goddess. "

What me because everything went through my head!
At first I was convinced that this task is totally impossible. Later, I was just thinking how you would get upon this idea, and I noticed that my mistress was familiar in the Catholic Church and its traditions very well.

I was nervous about how rarely a time.

I had in the past even get tasks from another lady ... but so different, but had this task in itself.

It's not just a job where it was the main concern is to do something. What this task actually means goes so much further. After a while I could describe the task just as brilliant. ... But damn hard.

The moment where you during the ordination is quite flat to the ground is one of the most impressive moments of the entire liturgy. Man throws himself to the ground as little servant before Almighty God. Man is conscious of its own detraction, and you pass to God.

You put in his hands .... And since my lady speaks of a light first task! ! ! ... I will dedicate myself to it.

I will give you everything I gave myself to God in the moment at the consecration.

I should not do in the garment with which the Priest celebrating the Mass and hintretet before God, but in a slave garb: naked, only wearing a tiny pair of panties and stockings ....

I gave my lady to know in all honesty that I found it a difficult task.

Great, but very demanding.
I doubt ... I was nervous ... I scared little ... I felt overwhelmed ... and promptly got the reply of my mistress.
OK slave, I'll give you an easier task.
Wooow so sensitive at the same time ... but I felt more than before that I wanted to show my lady in this difficult but important enough task I love them. I wanted to show her that she, my goddess, I mean at least as much as my religion.

I wanted to pass it in this meaningful task myself.

need When you run it but vigilant speed of the mind, not just lust, so I do not fly up. Moreover, it is possible to go fast. No time to enjoy it in lust (which I had already more than a day since I had read it).

The church is cool, it's dark, quiet ... no, in that silence I hear so very much ... stress is everywhere but ... 'Remain vigilant! " I think, first check all the doors and secure!

And then go through and pull the thing! Light on a small carpet on the floor, the picture of my goddess on the altar, a floor manager for the camera, quickly some 'dry' photos ... And then's unhe imlich: line, camera set up, the slow motion jump and adjust ... 'Blitz' ... quickly check and adjust again for the second photo ... but I feel so much through my head:
I love my mistress. I was hers. I pray to my mistress. I'm their property Lady Simone. Please specify You about my life.

I'm just a little worthless slave, I would like to serve you and obey ...



your obedient servant r F.





SIGNING SLAVE EN-V INCOME




This contract is closed zwisc h en the slaves F.

(called future slave) and his mistress Simone (henceforth referred to as Mistress Simone)

This agreement by both partners accepted voluntarily. Both parties agree that moral rules adopted in this contract as closely as possible to be observed.

1) The slave as his mistress fully outside his working hours. All can be used in this Agreement agreed rules and responsibilities of his mistress in that time with immediate Effect, be recovered. The contract is void when one party is exercising your cancellation rights.

2) The ownership of slaves is not affected by this contract.

3) The slave may exercise his profession. No agreement in this agreement shall not affect jeopardize the career of the slave or.

4) Without any other arrangement, the slave mistress of the house has now agreed to put on the uniforms.

5) The slave is prohibited without getting the permission of his mistress to orgasm.

6) The lady can dispose of the slaves in its sole discretion. This right is not transferable.

7) The slave will (upon request by the slave) is allowed to visit his friends, parents or relatives. His mistress should refuse their consent without giving any reason at any time.

8) The slave has to behave in public so that no one can notice his enslavement. It will appeal to his mistress by name. Even in the public, the slave must give way to his mistress.

9) The lady can punish the slaves of wrongdoing in its discretion. The slave did not exercise the right to criticism of the sentence or the sentence.

10) The slave is on him to answer all questions honestly and directly.

11) The slave has to formulate his questions respectfully, reverently, and then wait for the decision of his mistress.

12) The slave has a duty to rid his body every day of his pubic hair.

13) The slave agrees to all of his personal views, to reduce the desires, needs and criticisms to the absolute absolutely necessary. He takes on the values of his mistress, and will try them as well it is able to live up to.

14) The lady will discuss all the related activities with third parties before the slave and make sure that this does not generally set limits are breached.

15th) If present, the mistress, it determines whether and how the slave has to dress.

16) The lady guarantees the anonymity and integrity of the slaves in the public to preserve and to protect him from a third party.

With my signature I declare that I understand this contract. I agree and accept all the rules in this contract.


place, date Dusseldorf, 15/05/2009 Mistress Simone


signature of the slave

I understand this contract and accept the wish of my slaves to serve me . I take responsibility for his well being humble, his education and improving of one, obedient slaves. I recognize that this Treaty of adult responsibility and will not abuse my rights.


place, date Dusseldorf, 15.05.2009_____F ...________


DREAMS OF MY SERVANT

Actually it's insane. It does not, unless you're careless.

Or can something else be wearing?

We all know that the Internet should not be too quick to trust someone. It is easy to impersonate someone you do not even come close to equal. Fraud, deception and unrealistic dreams lurking, especially in the many chat rooms.

This is all familiar to me and basically I'm not the type to trust someone quickly, and especially not someone opens fully.

was in contact with the Lady Simone but it so different.
Lady Simone know about me very much. Yes, in some areas it is about the only one who ever even got a glimpse (and quite beautifully illuminated the same ...).

has from the very beginning they somehow caught my full attention to himself.

I am no different than many other submissive men who know the internet websites of a number of mistresses, the interest with cool blogs unused follow or similar (often with the tail in his hand) and no way to make contact with a lady hopeful record.

If one is polite, does the latter (especially in the beginning) is almost always easy ...

So I came across a clip of my revered mistress simone, from youtube to your Yahoo page. The few that I could see there (I had logged into yahoo), looked interesting and the stories were good.

Woow, even the Yahoo ID, it was there. So the same time added to the contacts with a short greeting.

the next day or so is she suddenly online. Quick few words of love, the heart beats on. But as soon as my reaction to start a conversation ... as quickly came the rejection. ........ ! ?

What a lady is that? Will not the slaves? ...

aloof, picky, arrogant and confident ...

She did not say it was immediately clear.

But exactly such a lady I would like to serve. Not one that we finally bought it back more or less. I played so immediately trump (after all, a guessing) have ... and it worked, I was not sacked directly to the trash.

In the next few days I was allowed to chat to the great pleasure and honor to work with you. It is a special lady. And was the desire to put myself in your hands stronger with every hour.

to be your slave ... What fortune would be only. We talked about it.

What this means for you and how I see it. It was also agreed that the slave is completely confident about is his mistress.

Yes, this is the deepest desire of every devout soul ... at least in the abstract and in our imaginations. But the specific needs of course be.

I did make a brilliant move at this point may be.

Besides, I told my mistress namely, that it might come once so far ... after a long time, maybe ... I would you even enter the password to my email account. Well, if that is not thought well, I thought something like this to myself ...

got the answer myself but my lady back abruptly from the alluring world of fantasy and dreams in the almost cold reality of today.

, who plays with fire to burn the fingers, 'my parents and the experience had I am already more than once. And for this fiery lady was all just a game.

, Why do you say at some point? " Your answer was short but clear.

Fields since then on a new paragraph, or I stay at the previous posts? ... I try to keep me still at the level of the game, where ultimately nothing can go wrong? ... Or I jump out of the game in reality?

win the first time a few seconds ... , If you want me to give you right now the password? " As if I already knew the answer is not ... but I needed a few seconds to think about everything.

stay at the level of the game! ... And lose this lady! .... No, that never.

A little later I gave my good lady all my passwords.

nervous, but very happy. But Lady Simone would not be the mistress of the them if they would not be surprised again. Lovingly sensitive, rapidly progressive, but with patience ... she says promptly, she would not use and do not realize is .. not yet.

Lady Simone, I'm so glad I got to know them. For our relationship, mistress slave, is so real and real and yet it always remains Game playfully.

How I wish that better take into words can be. The game brings a certain lightness, a certain charm, a kind of challenge. It looks inviting and tempting .. and even though it is mainly to show generosity and to transfer limits as a sign of love and deep affection and submission.

This real game it was probably that made me now to the petitioners. The love of my mistress gave me confidence.
I asked her, but she should immediately log into my account and to view my mail, now and in the future.

Thanks Lady Simone, that you control me.
Thanks Lady Simone, that I can feel the grip of your hand around my balls if you ask me about a particular mail.
Thanks Lady Simone that you treat me as your property.

Lady Simone Thanks for letting me be your slave.

YOUR SLAVE F.

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F.


know the last few weeks I Lady Simone,

in recent years I have met some lady, but none are as Lady Simone.
Lady Simone can not be easily classified in the series of Mistresses.

It is so different.

Certainly not less demanding, certainly not less self-conscious, certainly not inexperienced ...

She enjoys truly live their dominance. She is aware of your greatness as a dominant woman very much and loves it when men crawl before you.

Perhaps a over, this is a big difference, that you are not looking for slaves, perhaps because they live on it must be, no, she is mistress of pure passion,
... the slaves have only ever crawl to her, before they get attention at all (for me it was almost a fiasco).

What an honor now to be her slave!

I am a Catholic priest, as he I am aware of my submissive disposition, and also believe that women are raised as males. Even at the very beginning the lady sent me a book written by her prayer that I should pray daily.

We regularly speak to each other in chat to get to know us. And then there was this mail:

Your first task ...

With great curiosity and excitement was read the mail from me, a first time, a second time and several other times ... and each time my heart beat faster.

Lady Simone wrote: "Your first easy s task is to print my photo

and placing it on the altar, and you'll be in Stockings and Panties are before the altar,

pray (as in your Holy Orders) and to your goddess. "

What me because everything went through my head!
At first I was convinced that this task is totally impossible. Later, I was just thinking how you would get upon this idea, and I noticed that my mistress was familiar in the Catholic Church and its traditions very well.

I was nervous about how rarely a time.

I had in the past even get tasks from another lady ... but so different, but had this task in itself.

It's not just a job where it was the main concern is to do something. What this task actually means goes so much further. After a while I could describe the task just as brilliant. ... But damn hard.

The moment where you during the ordination is quite flat to the ground is one of the most impressive moments of the entire liturgy. Man throws himself to the ground as little servant before Almighty God. Man is conscious of its own detraction, and you pass to God.

You put in his hands .... And since my lady speaks of a light first task! ! ! ... I will dedicate myself to it.

I will give you everything I gave myself to God in the moment at the consecration.

I should not do in the garment with which the Priest celebrating the Mass and hintretet before God, but in a slave garb: naked, only wearing a tiny pair of panties and stockings ....

I gave my lady to know in all honesty that I found it a difficult task.

Great, but very demanding.
I doubt ... I was nervous ... I scared little ... I felt overwhelmed ... and promptly got the reply of my mistress.
OK slave, I'll give you an easier task.
Wooow so sensitive at the same time ... but I felt more than before that I wanted to show my lady in this difficult but important enough task I love them. I wanted to show her that she, my goddess, I mean at least as much as my religion.

I wanted to pass it in this meaningful task myself.

need When you run it but vigilant speed of the mind, not just lust, so I do not fly up. Moreover, it is possible to go fast. No time to enjoy it in lust (which I had already more than a day since I had read it).

The church is cool, it's dark, quiet ... no, in that silence I hear so very much ... stress is everywhere but ... 'Remain vigilant! " I think, first check all the doors and secure!

And then go through and pull the thing! Light on a small carpet on the floor, the picture of my goddess on the altar, a floor manager for the camera, quickly some 'dry' photos ... And then's unhe imlich: line, camera set up, the slow motion jump and adjust ... 'Blitz' ... quickly check and adjust again for the second photo ... but I feel so much through my head:
I love my mistress. I was hers. I pray to my mistress. I'm their property Lady Simone. Please specify You about my life.

I'm just a little worthless slave, I would like to serve you and obey ...



your obedient servant r F.





SIGNING SLAVE EN-V INCOME




This contract is closed zwisc h en the slaves F.

(called future slave) and his mistress Simone (henceforth referred to as Mistress Simone)

This agreement by both partners accepted voluntarily. Both parties agree that moral rules adopted in this contract as closely as possible to be observed.

1) The slave as his mistress fully outside his working hours. All can be used in this Agreement agreed rules and responsibilities of his mistress in that time with immediate Effect, be recovered. The contract is void when one party is exercising your cancellation rights.

2) The ownership of slaves is not affected by this contract.

3) The slave may exercise his profession. No agreement in this agreement shall not affect jeopardize the career of the slave or.

4) Without any other arrangement, the slave mistress of the house has now agreed to put on the uniforms.

5) The slave is prohibited without getting the permission of his mistress to orgasm.

6) The lady can dispose of the slaves in its sole discretion. This right is not transferable.

7) The slave will (upon request by the slave) is allowed to visit his friends, parents or relatives. His mistress should refuse their consent without giving any reason at any time.

8) The slave has to behave in public so that no one can notice his enslavement. It will appeal to his mistress by name. Even in the public, the slave must give way to his mistress.

9) The lady can punish the slaves of wrongdoing in its discretion. The slave did not exercise the right to criticism of the sentence or the sentence.

10) The slave is on him to answer all questions honestly and directly.

11) The slave has to formulate his questions respectfully, reverently, and then wait for the decision of his mistress.

12) The slave has a duty to rid his body every day of his pubic hair.

13) The slave agrees to all of his personal views, to reduce the desires, needs and criticisms to the absolute absolutely necessary. He takes on the values of his mistress, and will try them as well it is able to live up to.

14) The lady will discuss all the related activities with third parties before the slave and make sure that this does not generally set limits are breached.

15th) If present, the mistress, it determines whether and how the slave has to dress.

16) The lady guarantees the anonymity and integrity of the slaves in the public to preserve and to protect him from a third party.

With my signature I declare that I understand this contract. I agree and accept all the rules in this contract.


place, date Dusseldorf, 15/05/2009 Mistress Simone


signature of the slave

I understand this contract and accept the wish of my slaves to serve me . I take responsibility for his well being humble, his education and improving of one, obedient slaves. I recognize that this Treaty of adult responsibility and will not abuse my rights.


place, date Dusseldorf, 15.05.2009_____F ...________


DREAMS OF MY SERVANT

Actually it's insane. It does not, unless you're careless.

Or can something else be wearing?

We all know that the Internet should not be too quick to trust someone. It is easy to impersonate someone you do not even come close to equal. Fraud, deception and unrealistic dreams lurking, especially in the many chat rooms.

This is all familiar to me and basically I'm not the type to trust someone quickly, and especially not someone opens fully.

was in contact with the Lady Simone but it so different.
Lady Simone know about me very much. Yes, in some areas it is about the only one who ever even got a glimpse (and quite beautifully illuminated the same ...).

has from the very beginning they somehow caught my full attention to himself.

I am no different than many other submissive men who know the internet websites of a number of mistresses, the interest with cool blogs unused follow or similar (often with the tail in his hand) and no way to make contact with a lady hopeful record.

If one is polite, does the latter (especially in the beginning) is almost always easy ...

So I came across a clip of my revered mistress simone, from youtube to your Yahoo page. The few that I could see there (I had logged into yahoo), looked interesting and the stories were good.

Woow, even the Yahoo ID, it was there. So the same time added to the contacts with a short greeting.

the next day or so is she suddenly online. Quick few words of love, the heart beats on. But as soon as my reaction to start a conversation ... as quickly came the rejection. ........ ! ?

What a lady is that? Will not the slaves? ...

aloof, picky, arrogant and confident ...

She did not say it was immediately clear.

But exactly such a lady I would like to serve. Not one that we finally bought it back more or less. I played so immediately trump (after all, a guessing) have ... and it worked, I was not sacked directly to the trash.

In the next few days I was allowed to chat to the great pleasure and honor to work with you. It is a special lady. And was the desire to put myself in your hands stronger with every hour.

to be your slave ... What fortune would be only. We talked about it.

What this means for you and how I see it. It was also agreed that the slave is completely confident about is his mistress.

Yes, this is the deepest desire of every devout soul ... at least in the abstract and in our imaginations. But the specific needs of course be.

I did make a brilliant move at this point may be.

Besides, I told my mistress namely, that it might come once so far ... after a long time, maybe ... I would you even enter the password to my email account. Well, if that is not thought well, I thought something like this to myself ...

got the answer myself but my lady back abruptly from the alluring world of fantasy and dreams in the almost cold reality of today.

, who plays with fire to burn the fingers, 'my parents and the experience had I am already more than once. And for this fiery lady was all just a game.

, Why do you say at some point? " Your answer was short but clear.

Fields since then on a new paragraph, or I stay at the previous posts? ... I try to keep me still at the level of the game, where ultimately nothing can go wrong? ... Or I jump out of the game in reality?

win the first time a few seconds ... , If you want me to give you right now the password? " As if I already knew the answer is not ... but I needed a few seconds to think about everything.

stay at the level of the game! ... And lose this lady! .... No, that never.

A little later I gave my good lady all my passwords.

nervous, but very happy. But Lady Simone would not be the mistress of the them if they would not be surprised again. Lovingly sensitive, rapidly progressive, but with patience ... she says promptly, she would not use and do not realize is .. not yet.

Lady Simone, I'm so glad I got to know them. For our relationship, mistress slave, is so real and real and yet it always remains Game playfully.

How I wish that better take into words can be. The game brings a certain lightness, a certain charm, a kind of challenge. It looks inviting and tempting .. and even though it is mainly to show generosity and to transfer limits as a sign of love and deep affection and submission.

This real game it was probably that made me now to the petitioners. The love of my mistress gave me confidence.
I asked her, but she should immediately log into my account and to view my mail, now and in the future.

Thanks Lady Simone, that you control me.
Thanks Lady Simone, that I can feel the grip of your hand around my balls if you ask me about a particular mail.
Thanks Lady Simone that you treat me as your property.

Lady Simone Thanks for letting me be your slave.

YOUR SLAVE F.

Why Is Stool A Bit Chalky White?

SO COULD HAVE BEEN THERE FOR MISTRESS SIMONE

"ALEX" THE IDEAL SUB?

It was a balmy evening. The voices of the King Avenue spilled over to us like the lapping of the waves. It was Saturday
against 23 clock.
He knelt before me and kissed my leather boots.
I looked at him in silence. My eyes went to his shoulders, where the muscles became apparent all too clear in his tight top. His crisp butt in chaps was highly stretched, so any passerby the gem on his plug clearly in the light of the lanterns could be seen sparkle.
It was so easy with him.

the afternoon I had called him. After I had reported me, he stopped and asked only "when, where, what I have to?" I loved his clear unwillingness to compromise. He never put something in question, he did not argue, he obeyed. I expressed my wishes, then I hung up. The way I always did. I knew what he would do next. He would cancel his appointments, provide two hours under the shower and then a book of outrageously expensive restaurant, a table for two. Towards me he would stop at a flower shop and take a fantastic bunch of my favorite roses. A bottle of chilled champagne was already on his back seat, I knew that. The power to order him every conceivable outfit, without ever experiencing a trace of opposition or doubt. He was a Traumsub.

He had driven in the long black Lexus and had honked twice, as do taxi drivers if they want to discreetly draw attention to themselves. I let him wait, because I enjoyed being able to determine the time. My boots, my jacket and my makeup was perfect, I winked at the strict mistress in the mirror before I was mentally prepared corresponded to let him feel his humiliation again. When I stepped out the door, he knelt beside the already open door. He kissed my boots lace, then jumped up and helped me gallantly in the rear. Gently, he drove off while I examined the flowers and champagne. Everything was perfect. No error. No inattention. The car was perfectly clean, no crumbs on the leather seats, no stains on the floor. I loved his perfection.

"stop, get out!" I ordered. He obeyed, steered the car to the curb, opened my door and lay down in front of it so I could connect to it when I got out. My heels have left red marks on his back, and his muffled groans did tingle my step. "Thither," I said and flicked down with your fingers. He got up without saying a word, pulled a blanket from the trunk and a small table which he placed before me. The blanket he folded so on a stone that I could sit comfortably. Then he took without a word from the flowers, brought it into the vase and fired the cork of the champagne into the air. A glass! Oh, how I loved him. As

I felt the beads to the lips, he knelt before me and I gently put my boots on his neck. My eyes went to his shoulders, where the muscles became apparent all too clear in his tight top. His crisp butt in chaps was highly stretched, so any passerby the gem on his plug clearly in the light of the lanterns could be seen sparkle. My slave, my property and my property!

I emptied the glass with relish, then a second. "Where we go to eat today?" I asked him. With astonishing speed, he almost prayed down the restaurant, the menu of the day and the recommended wine. I was satisfied, but I poured him the rest of the champagne in the neck and ordered him then; my boots that something had gotten to lick again. He obeyed without a word, but I could see and feel how it excited him. After dessert was no invoice, as he had always paid discretely, without me having noticed it.

good mood, we went back to the parking lot. He crawled through the dirty asphalt. "And where do you think, sycophants, we go back now?" I gave him a kick between his legs, I heard him sharply inhaled the air, but he answered with his usual precision. SM-A party in a club he had planned. We went to the head of the snake, the doorman recognized him and waved us over to the cashier. My toy case he had been at the bar be deposited. I took on a sofa place and enjoyed the sight of him at my feet. I saw the lustful looks of the ladies.
I was his mistress, his owner, his goddess.

kindled in me a fire of desire. I wanted it all! To see him and hear him draw! "Such a dungeon," I commanded, and few minutes later he came back. I knew the room was ready, opened the suitcase, because he was wearing the necklace in his hand. He kissed it, offered it to me, and I put him um.Ein tingling through me from the heels up to the Haarspitzen.Auch when he shouted, though he groaned and writhed, he had never said no, never he had defended himself, and never had a wish of mine remained unfulfilled. I beat him, I lowered him, let him feel my high heels on his chest, I peppering him with needles and gave him the strap-on deep into his juicy butt. When I stopped trembling and exhausted by the waves of power, he put his battered body from me and thanked me in a low voice for my property to be turned away dürfen.Ich to him not to show my superior smile.

He was perfect.

He was wonderful.

Why Is Stool A Bit Chalky White?

SO COULD HAVE BEEN THERE FOR MISTRESS SIMONE

"ALEX" THE IDEAL SUB?

It was a balmy evening. The voices of the King Avenue spilled over to us like the lapping of the waves. It was Saturday
against 23 clock.
He knelt before me and kissed my leather boots.
I looked at him in silence. My eyes went to his shoulders, where the muscles became apparent all too clear in his tight top. His crisp butt in chaps was highly stretched, so any passerby the gem on his plug clearly in the light of the lanterns could be seen sparkle.
It was so easy with him.

the afternoon I had called him. After I had reported me, he stopped and asked only "when, where, what I have to?" I loved his clear unwillingness to compromise. He never put something in question, he did not argue, he obeyed. I expressed my wishes, then I hung up. The way I always did. I knew what he would do next. He would cancel his appointments, provide two hours under the shower and then a book of outrageously expensive restaurant, a table for two. Towards me he would stop at a flower shop and take a fantastic bunch of my favorite roses. A bottle of chilled champagne was already on his back seat, I knew that. The power to order him every conceivable outfit, without ever experiencing a trace of opposition or doubt. He was a Traumsub.

He had driven in the long black Lexus and had honked twice, as do taxi drivers if they want to discreetly draw attention to themselves. I let him wait, because I enjoyed being able to determine the time. My boots, my jacket and my makeup was perfect, I winked at the strict mistress in the mirror before I was mentally prepared corresponded to let him feel his humiliation again. When I stepped out the door, he knelt beside the already open door. He kissed my boots lace, then jumped up and helped me gallantly in the rear. Gently, he drove off while I examined the flowers and champagne. Everything was perfect. No error. No inattention. The car was perfectly clean, no crumbs on the leather seats, no stains on the floor. I loved his perfection.

"stop, get out!" I ordered. He obeyed, steered the car to the curb, opened my door and lay down in front of it so I could connect to it when I got out. My heels have left red marks on his back, and his muffled groans did tingle my step. "Thither," I said and flicked down with your fingers. He got up without saying a word, pulled a blanket from the trunk and a small table which he placed before me. The blanket he folded so on a stone that I could sit comfortably. Then he took without a word from the flowers, brought it into the vase and fired the cork of the champagne into the air. A glass! Oh, how I loved him. As

I felt the beads to the lips, he knelt before me and I gently put my boots on his neck. My eyes went to his shoulders, where the muscles became apparent all too clear in his tight top. His crisp butt in chaps was highly stretched, so any passerby the gem on his plug clearly in the light of the lanterns could be seen sparkle. My slave, my property and my property!

I emptied the glass with relish, then a second. "Where we go to eat today?" I asked him. With astonishing speed, he almost prayed down the restaurant, the menu of the day and the recommended wine. I was satisfied, but I poured him the rest of the champagne in the neck and ordered him then; my boots that something had gotten to lick again. He obeyed without a word, but I could see and feel how it excited him. After dessert was no invoice, as he had always paid discretely, without me having noticed it.

good mood, we went back to the parking lot. He crawled through the dirty asphalt. "And where do you think, sycophants, we go back now?" I gave him a kick between his legs, I heard him sharply inhaled the air, but he answered with his usual precision. SM-A party in a club he had planned. We went to the head of the snake, the doorman recognized him and waved us over to the cashier. My toy case he had been at the bar be deposited. I took on a sofa place and enjoyed the sight of him at my feet. I saw the lustful looks of the ladies.
I was his mistress, his owner, his goddess.

kindled in me a fire of desire. I wanted it all! To see him and hear him draw! "Such a dungeon," I commanded, and few minutes later he came back. I knew the room was ready, opened the suitcase, because he was wearing the necklace in his hand. He kissed it, offered it to me, and I put him um.Ein tingling through me from the heels up to the Haarspitzen.Auch when he shouted, though he groaned and writhed, he had never said no, never he had defended himself, and never had a wish of mine remained unfulfilled. I beat him, I lowered him, let him feel my high heels on his chest, I peppering him with needles and gave him the strap-on deep into his juicy butt. When I stopped trembling and exhausted by the waves of power, he put his battered body from me and thanked me in a low voice for my property to be turned away dürfen.Ich to him not to show my superior smile.

He was perfect.

He was wonderful.

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In June 2009, it happened,

I had my 1st contact with Mistress Simone It was a Friday, I had my office around 12:00 clock closed and wanted to express my shelf at home at last to date. It was the time when I again began to stir my genitalia to wear latex and leather under my everyday clothes. The constant feeling of excitement and tension I liked. Sometime in the afternoon I logged due to my inner excitement in the SM-chat and the ranks of slaves and dominating women ransacked. Some sites I already knew others were new to me, but no representation liked me beyond measure. Until then clicked on that Friday in June as I click on the link mistress Simone. I could hardly believe my eyes, opened before me a page from a very special lady. united in your person is dominant and beauty, sensuality and elegance in unadorned simplicity. my eyes I could not let the photos of this woman. subconscious I already knew that this woman would get a place in my submissive soul no matter whether I would ever want her real terms. I celebrated the dedication silence for weeks, and in my imagination, this lady always beautiful. I lifted her in my thoughts on a golden throne, like a goddess worthy of worship, unattainable and beautiful. After a long time, every day I thought of Mistress Simone, she was online, carefully and very discreet I wrote it to and answered at a level marked by style and dominance. I liked their cool they brought me, a stranger, as she skillfully trod the fine line between dominance and friendliness. matured from that moment the idea in me to get to know this woman, but the time was not ripe, yet I wanted to wear this goddess as a wonderful phenomenon in me. I I sent your mail greetings almost a day I have it written and was not consigned sure whether he is good enough for this Woman. Good enough for the queen of my heart, my beautiful goddess. I got no response from you, and me overcame the desire to hear their voice. A week ago I thought until I on a Monday in June picked up the phone and dialed her number. Mistress Simone answered, I could listen to that dominance of your voice, has only one true lady and a warmth that touched my soul. I did not know what to say and could only answer it for a while. The Phone call was short, but what I had wished for had come true: I had their voice heard and was this lady, the goddess of my heart to visit next Wednesday. fact I had not dared to think in a dream. The time seemed to pass at that meeting to endlessly slow I'm constantly Mistress Simone and that I will soon be your opposite. Then it was finally ready I went right after work to you, bought in advance at the station or a bunch of white roses, you wished had. Even without express their wish I would have given your roses. First meeting I was standing at her door and enjoyed the moment of uncertainty. Then you opened me, we are faced and we looked for a while, before you invited me in and hugged me warmly. this moment I will never forget and your stunning beauty not which gleamed me through her dark brown eyes. We went to a little very elegant room, where I handed her the bouquet of white roses. you were visibly delighted with my gift with a perfect honesty. I could not put on at your seen only that honesty and true dominance. I waited until it had set itself and sit too simple to you little at a table in a black chair. I watched this wonderful woman all the time, I was at this moment can not be the eyes of her. She was wearing a white blouse, simple black pumps and a knee-length satin skirt. recorded light the contours of her beautiful body from by their dress. I constantly had to slow my imagination because I assumed that they did not like it, I just thought about it. And again I have to look at her face, dark in her sparkling eyes and can not understand it yet, may I sit this very special wife. I know I'm lost and I think she knows it too. My voice starts to tremble slightly with nervousness when I replied to your first question. I think they had not noticed it. We talked long about art, black and white photographs and about my Sklavenexpose, which I gave her so she could make an impression on me. Time passed much too quickly, had and I see this woman endlessly, her face and her grace, as she sat opposite me, one leg struck over the other, I smelled it Perfumes and took the heat, they radiated and the dominance which was reflected in their nature. still forever I could sit with this woman, but she hinted to me that it was time to say goodbye to slow. We arranged for next Monday, our first session. Mistress Simone brought me to the door, she looked at me and hugged me. was the feeling I had known this woman always have to only her stunning beauty was not aware. I left her apartment, went out into the street to my car. not hear myself think I could hold them, sat at home I am in a chair, and still could not get my mind off her. I'll count every second until I can see them next week in my life I've never met such a special woman. I can not wait.

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In June 2009, it happened,

I had my 1st contact with Mistress Simone It was a Friday, I had my office around 12:00 clock closed and wanted to express my shelf at home at last to date. It was the time when I again began to stir my genitalia to wear latex and leather under my everyday clothes. The constant feeling of excitement and tension I liked. Sometime in the afternoon I logged due to my inner excitement in the SM-chat and the ranks of slaves and dominating women ransacked. Some sites I already knew others were new to me, but no representation liked me beyond measure. Until then clicked on that Friday in June as I click on the link mistress Simone. I could hardly believe my eyes, opened before me a page from a very special lady. united in your person is dominant and beauty, sensuality and elegance in unadorned simplicity. my eyes I could not let the photos of this woman. subconscious I already knew that this woman would get a place in my submissive soul no matter whether I would ever want her real terms. I celebrated the dedication silence for weeks, and in my imagination, this lady always beautiful. I lifted her in my thoughts on a golden throne, like a goddess worthy of worship, unattainable and beautiful. After a long time, every day I thought of Mistress Simone, she was online, carefully and very discreet I wrote it to and answered at a level marked by style and dominance. I liked their cool they brought me, a stranger, as she skillfully trod the fine line between dominance and friendliness. matured from that moment the idea in me to get to know this woman, but the time was not ripe, yet I wanted to wear this goddess as a wonderful phenomenon in me. I I sent your mail greetings almost a day I have it written and was not consigned sure whether he is good enough for this Woman. Good enough for the queen of my heart, my beautiful goddess. I got no response from you, and me overcame the desire to hear their voice. A week ago I thought until I on a Monday in June picked up the phone and dialed her number. Mistress Simone answered, I could listen to that dominance of your voice, has only one true lady and a warmth that touched my soul. I did not know what to say and could only answer it for a while. The Phone call was short, but what I had wished for had come true: I had their voice heard and was this lady, the goddess of my heart to visit next Wednesday. fact I had not dared to think in a dream. The time seemed to pass at that meeting to endlessly slow I'm constantly Mistress Simone and that I will soon be your opposite. Then it was finally ready I went right after work to you, bought in advance at the station or a bunch of white roses, you wished had. Even without express their wish I would have given your roses. First meeting I was standing at her door and enjoyed the moment of uncertainty. Then you opened me, we are faced and we looked for a while, before you invited me in and hugged me warmly. this moment I will never forget and your stunning beauty not which gleamed me through her dark brown eyes. We went to a little very elegant room, where I handed her the bouquet of white roses. you were visibly delighted with my gift with a perfect honesty. I could not put on at your seen only that honesty and true dominance. I waited until it had set itself and sit too simple to you little at a table in a black chair. I watched this wonderful woman all the time, I was at this moment can not be the eyes of her. She was wearing a white blouse, simple black pumps and a knee-length satin skirt. recorded light the contours of her beautiful body from by their dress. I constantly had to slow my imagination because I assumed that they did not like it, I just thought about it. And again I have to look at her face, dark in her sparkling eyes and can not understand it yet, may I sit this very special wife. I know I'm lost and I think she knows it too. My voice starts to tremble slightly with nervousness when I replied to your first question. I think they had not noticed it. We talked long about art, black and white photographs and about my Sklavenexpose, which I gave her so she could make an impression on me. Time passed much too quickly, had and I see this woman endlessly, her face and her grace, as she sat opposite me, one leg struck over the other, I smelled it Perfumes and took the heat, they radiated and the dominance which was reflected in their nature. still forever I could sit with this woman, but she hinted to me that it was time to say goodbye to slow. We arranged for next Monday, our first session. Mistress Simone brought me to the door, she looked at me and hugged me. was the feeling I had known this woman always have to only her stunning beauty was not aware. I left her apartment, went out into the street to my car. not hear myself think I could hold them, sat at home I am in a chair, and still could not get my mind off her. I'll count every second until I can see them next week in my life I've never met such a special woman. I can not wait.