Prologue. Commandments. It all started with the fact that the man stumbled on the Internet on "the 10 Commandments or the Rules of sexual behavior of the Soviet man". Commandments. Hammered by the Soviet school, family and society. 1. The first and main commandment. Sex is embarrassing. Badly. Dirtily. Nastily. 2. Sex is only allowed between husband and wife. Ideally-only in those cases when it is planned to conceive a child. 3. It is highly desirable that this shameful action husband and wife indulged in the evening on the bed in a dark room and in the working-peasant pose "man on top". It is better that the man was in a t-shirt (family panties half - mast), and the woman-in a calico nightgown (panties still removed, with half-mast female panties in this position there are some difficulties). About socks (to remove them or not) the rulebook is silent. 4. Blowjob and anal-dirty, indecent. Valid only traditional intercourse: penis in vagina. Not a drop in the mouth, not an inch in the ass. 5. To caress a woman's tongue and lips in intimate places is unworthy of a normal man. In the area for it know what they are doing? So. 6. If sex happened before marriage, the girl is awarded the title "fuck". The man is not terrible, acceptable. 7. Homosexuals (queers, homosexuals, gays, blue) - just scum, people are not even the second, and some a hundred second-class citizens. It's like a caste of untouchables in a humane Indian society. 8. Any sex in which there are more than two partners, is wild and vile debauchery. (But so want try) 9. Cunnilingus, Fisting, etc. - synonyms of the term "perversion". 10. BDSM in any manifestation - for people with a sick mind, which place in the hospital. Or a special camp. "How funny!"- thought Sergei. "Cunnilingus, Fisting", of course, the words, the meaning of which we have learned recently, and what is BDSM and even more so before we have not heard anything. But in General, it's true, it's about us, the happy generation born in the sixties. We still depend on these commandments in many ways, firmly, though deeply, settled in the subconscious. And hard pushing at the boundaries of "normal" behavior. Initial meeting. Sergei has a new mistress, Chamomile. Its well can be called not a new, and the first mistress. Connections that often appeared before, always ended after the first-second, or, at most, the third-fourth meeting. No matter how beautiful the next passion was or how good she was in bed. Some strange deep-seated in the head (or head) force drove him from one woman to another. It turns out that short links were many, but the lover, from the word "love" - none. With Chamomile by the standards of Sergei all dragged on for a long time: they met for six months. Purchased years mutual freedom and emancipation without much taboos did not give the sex becoming mundane and boring, losing the appeal. In addition, they immediately learned not to hide from each other their aspirations and fantasies, agreeing with a mutual desire for bold experiments. And gently refuse, stop each other if something did not like. Therefore, sex, sometimes just good, sometimes enchanting, forcing to lose the sense of reality for a while, exhausting to complete, but happily beautiful devastation, has always been welcome. We didn't want to part. Moreover, when life forced them to part for a while, this separation was only geographical, a close relationship remained. It is preserved through letters, though short, in a few lines, but daily. Through memories and fantasies with mutual participation. And in one of the letters of fantasies flashed in passing the idea that it would be possible to try something completely new. Daisy wrote that she would like to see someone, not Sergei, licked it all, especially the toes, humbly beseeching him to forgive, to show mercy and not to punish. And Sergei, allegedly unsuspecting, accidentally enters, finds this scene (licking Chamomile naked man in a collar) and, furious, first make Chamomile fuck in the ass slave artificial member. And then, whipping her with a thin belt, suck yourself. The thought flashed and somehow got lost in the further correspondence and new fantasies, more discussion. Sergei returned to his hometown first. A long, month and a half trip ended in mid-July. Daisy went for 10 days to see her parents, exactly the day before his return... The meeting was postponed again. And the intensity of correspondence and pain in the groin intensified... Here she comes! Was a weekday, the middle of a busy week. But no business, no common sense could not force Sergei to postpone the meeting. Wild morning Moscow traffic jams forced to get up at half past six, although the train arrived at 10-30. Chamomile was very happy to see Sergei on the platform. She missed you. And selfish thought "How nice! Instead of pushing with heavy bags in the subway and then steaming and shaking in the bus, I will drive comfortably in a cool and cozy car." But when he was instead to go straight home, wrapped up in some hotel, joy greatly diminished. Chamomile didn't want sex. More than 17 hours on the road in a full of hot and stuffy train Berdyansk-Moscow, fatigue, feeling such that not washed for many days. And besides, my head hurts. "No, not now," the body yelled. But to offend the man does not want to. Life experience and flair suggested that it is better to agree, it is better to endure, Sergey will not understand and will not forgive refusal... Hourly hotel. The same usual procedure: duty kiss, quickly undress and shower. Jets of cool water poured like a life-giving rain, and slightly relieved fatigue. Unpleasant feelings of self-unwashed left. A wild burnout has become a little tired. Every second Daisy increasingly understood that sex now and didn't really hurt. Moreover, headache is not so strong, is about to go... In the lower abdomen there was a feeling of warmth and longing... the Faster to bed, Sergey, to feel his soft, but strong and insistent, impatient of resistance hands, demanding'll take neck and shoulders, forced to lie on her stomach... Then gradually drops back, at times touching and strongly caressing my chest... And again back, lower and lower... To buttocks and inside thighs... Hands caressing and gently spread her thighs, gradually paving a crack for the invasion... He was already in bed. But as soon as Daisy went close, turning his head and demanding opening her lips, there was a knock at the door. Sergey, no adivces and nothing without asking, got up and opened the door. And let someone in. Who's that? What we need here is this strange man? Why are you letting him in? You know him? What is happening? Daisy asked. She completely trusted. But at this point, and scared, and surprised. In dizzy thoughts and conjecture, it is worse another. - A surprise. Have no fear. You can say no at any time and stop. How, in fact, to Express any other desire. Your Slave. You his Mistress. But at the same time you remain mine and only mine. During this short dialogue, the man without a word undressed and went to shower. He came back, it seemed to Daisy, almost instantly. Well-built, muscular young gymnast, he was completely naked, except for a black leather collar. All remained silent. She-with understandable excitement, anxiety and curiosity. And with a growing, exciting arousal. Still without a word, the Slave stood next to the bed. Chamomile, I'll take a shower. Be good. - said Sergey and up sharply, almost jumping up went to the bathroom. Daisy was covered with a sheet, and, a little embarrassed and disconcerted, surreptitiously, pretending to shut his eyes, he began to consider a Slave. He was undeniably handsome. Beautiful not the sickly artificial beauty magazine and many handsome, no. This was indeed a handsome young man of about 30 years of age with burning dark eyes that burned with unlimited humility. Suddenly Daisy subconscious, but very clearly understand what can really do with it what you want. That he, with his beautiful young body and passionate rushing soul, was born to be owned and commanded. To be commanded and owned by her. Explain, why she so decided, in this moment it could not. I just knew. I knew what she had to do next. - Come to me. - brooked no opposition voice said Daisy. My legs ached. I need a massage. - Yes, my Lady. the Slave said in a voice that seemed reluctant to please. Daisy lay back, and did not hesitate raised his feet, not even remembering that she is completely naked. And her open slit is a few inches from the stranger's cock. "How strange" - somewhere far, far away in her head, not disturbing, flashed the thought - "I perceive it as a thing and not as a living man." - Support my legs and stretch my feet and ankles. Then-fingers. - Yes, my Lady. The slave diligently, skillfully, professionally strengthening, weakening pressure, kneaded muscles of a foot, ankles. And every toe. Chamomile relaxed, feeling the blessed warmth and bliss spread across his entire body, from the legs, and on and on. She plunged into a state of half asleep, listening to the touch of strong fingers of a Slave. Now lick me. Start with the toes - softly, almost asleep whispered Daisy. - Yes, my Lady - already muffled, afraid to disturb, said the Slave. And then he began to lick her fingers. "How nice... and not at all ticklish. A language - a cool and slightly rough, like that little puppy that licked me in the nose the day before yesterday at mom's. Oh, mom, you'd whip me with nettles if you could see what I'm doing right now. Lick, lick, lick below... " the Slave seemed to have read her mind. And as soon as she moved her legs slightly in an attempt to push them apart, he immediately helped her move. The strong palms of the kneeling Slave, carefully gripping the upper thighs of Chamomile, comfortably placed her legs on his shoulders. His face was between her legs. And the language is no longer cool, but warm, almost hot began to lick the crotch of Chamomile. All without leaving any point or dot untouched. He licked avidly, impatiently. It seemed that the traveler, who spent a few days in the hot desert without water, suddenly found the leaves covered with drops of dew and now quenches his thirst. Half-asleep Daisies without the slightest transition at once, suddenly turned into a bestial passion. She squeezed the head of the Slave with her magnificent, powerful hips, rose, grabbed his head with her hands. And forcefully pulled his head to himself. There, in vagina, as if trying to his stifle. Drown in a stream of instantly poured out of her hot and salty liquid. - Aaaaaah! - growled the one a few minutes ago, was dormant gentle Chamomile, and now was Mistress, owning a skilled and obedient Slave. - Aaaaargh! - her scream blew up space. Her legs convulsed. The slave choked, choked, but made no attempt to free himself. He died from happiness, Mistress allowed to touch the most secret, most mysterious, most hidden parts of your body. And the Lady enjoyed it. Nothing else in this world mattered. The slave was completely, completely happy. In walked Sergei, which they somehow forgot. - Oops. How fun. You, the creature, since forgotten, that you belong to only me?!? And only I can fuck you?!? "Sorry," animal fear, mixed with growing waves, exciting a desire to continue, pretending pitiful said Daisy, still clutching the head of the Slave with feet and thrusting her hands in his. Slave took advantage of the fact that I was tired from the trip and slept soundly. - And you're lying, bitch. Daisy realized that she was not to escape punishment. Heavy, cruel and inevitable. But besides wild fear, which she wanted to shrink into a small, invisible ball, she felt a strange sense of relief. As if it was removed a heavy burden she was carrying on his shoulders all his life. There was no need to think, calculate, solve, solve all Sir, this strict, stern and fair man, who stands and angrily looking at her. She let go of the head of the still kneeling Slave and looked up at Sergei. Her look expressed, too, that the sight of a slave a few minutes ago: unlimited obedience. But besides obedience in the eyes of the Daisies were on fire and wild passion. The same was the expression of the eyes of the women of the ancient nomadic tribes, when they were captured as trophies by the victorious warriors and brought to their tent for the first time. - Punish me... punish me... punish me... - she repeated several times - I am to blame... - you were guilty both. I'll punish the Slave first. He tried to fuck you -- no, No - he tried to say something to Daisy. - Don't interrupt - he didn't want to hear anything. - You both are guilty: he that tried to fuck you, you're letting him touch you. But if you like fucking so much, I'll let you do it. You fuck him. - He's gonna love it. - in the voice of Sergei could hear the cruel gloating.
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