should not be programmed should not be discounted, but I admit that I thought for a while and I told him: she was punished for these Christmas messages.
The day seemed normal flow, a normal day sm, I mean.
Indeed, I must say I was very attentive to her.
It does this in very hot in December 2006, and so I told her to wear socks and a shirt on, so as to stay warm.
Here we are finally here.
front of the mirror, standing behind me with her.
I watch and wait.
But on this I have little to play, they would be able to remain motionless and wait for me and my decisions for hours.
Then his hands behind his back, tied.
take you to the rope tied to his wrists and shooting up. The back folds down.
shoulder harness, attack the chest with a rope that I go under the crotch and back to attach to the wrists. It remains to be bent. Can not get up.
Batteur I take the leather. Start
punishment.
The first plane hit, alternating with blows of Batteur lost.
Continuo.
Maybe I'm giving more than usual. The
I move to his knees and put his head on the bed.
Still with his hands behind his back.
Using the belt, I give the strap on ass, he decided, after a while I see the red marks to draw the white skin.
I go on for quite a while.
I keep them. Every now and then grabbed her hair and squeeze my head against the bed as I like to do more.
put them in front of my phone and I read two messages that I sent.
I tell her to read out loud, but loud at times she says nothing, only with a weak voice repeated, 'You're an asshole' and 'fuck'.
I ask you, with calm and measured voice, if you can speak to the owner.
remains silent, then answers, no master. I give
other strap, then resume the Batteur leather, and I continue work on her ass.
Then I put on the bed, next, c ela I almost put weight, because it is tied up and forced to be bent in an unnatural position and a bit humiliating you on the edge of the skyscraper in Tokyo Decadence.
I keep u strong side and the spanking. I look at the marks on his butt. And while a lot of red but I will still continue.
I put the belly up. The block
the collar with a rope and his hands with two other strings.
we light a candle, light it up, and keep the other hand, his eyes covered.
Appearance ... and then I pour the boiling water on her breasts. It is not very happy but it bears, complaining, but it bears.
Then I order you to open your legs and do the slapping between her legs. I know that really hurt and take his head. Then again wax hot, and again slaps.
E 'already for quite a while I go out and tired, I can see.
I stop.
I reflect on what it is, how things feel.
Need, but I see that in suffering, forgiveness in that sea of \u200b\u200bpain there and enjoys wallowing at the same time I see her sick and complain.
me the same thing happens in reverse.
I am glad his pain and draw satisfaction from her and enjoy her feel bad though not a pure sadist, indeed, I shun the pain brought to the next and I've never enjoyed.
not bear to do harm to its neighbor but sometimes sm reveals aspects of the soul that you do not know.
She is sliding toward the opposite side of the bed to the head, and pulls the rope on his neck.
predict the situation of danger, and release the rope from the bed, I am always careful about this. The
I put on my knees on the floor, she diligently perform, as almost always. The
I tie her wrists and ankles with each other in such a way that is compelled to have a short walk on all fours.
take you to the ropes that bind, there are three leaders, who hold it by the collar, life and shoulders, and shooting, and she meekly crawling around the harbor.
The port in the kitchen.
Li, holding it down on all fours, to punish her resume.
smacked on the ass, strong. I go on quite a bit.
Then slap on the breast. What she does not like, rebels.
I do not like that rebels and now I'm having fun and definitely do not take well to his rebellion. The
do stand up. He tied her hands behind her back. He understood that I'm not kidding.
I keep the hair, has his hands tied behind his back.
Perhaps also a little afraid.
I hold her head twisted to one side, holding her by the hair like a doll.
smacked on the breast, I think the do a lot worse, but I know they are bearable in general are always very attentive to her breast. He rebels
but I do not feel right, and understands that should only obey.
And 'maybe a little desperate, distraught, however well the pain and suffering has ceased to rebel, take what I give in silence, moaning and yelping like a dog but is now resigned. Takes them and shut up, as is only right for her.
now is fine. The
I put on my knees and carry the dog in the room.
put it back on the bed and give the other lost. Then
I stop.
I feel exhausted, even if they do not protest and punishment awaits in sequence, willing to suffer and endure, even though more than once I felt heartbroken.
We are going on for quite a while later after dinner I will say that it pretty bad everywhere and anywhere.
I want to caress her, later.
enough for today as well.