History_20_Slave

[Bully Carrie]

Natasha, as always, everything is written amazingly! I’m reading you and starting to understand one girl from my childhood. I was 14, and she was 13.. I heard rumors about her, they say she was dragged through the basements and groped by all the guys who were not too lazy. At first I thought it was just gossip and rumors, then when I saw how she was being humiliated, she thought she was in a hopeless situation... but one incident then broke everything in my head and only now I am beginning to understand what it was..
Here is this case:
I lived in a terrible time, when in 1986, boys from 10 to 18 years old walked along the streets of my city, all with sticks something like bats...or with iron rods. They wandered around the city districts and looked for a reason to fight with all the passing teenagers (one on one as in the Boy’s Word). We also had such a gang. They didn’t beat the girls, but...or verbally teased them (like me, for example) or could push them, or even strip them down to their underwear in the cold... It was a terrible sight, I saw it through the window, how they swooped in, surrounded the girl, and a minute later they were laughing they run away, and she stands sobbing in only her panties and bra, her clothes scattered nearby in the snow. And they could also grope you and even drag you into the basement and rape you with the whole crowd. (they did this to one of my friends) So, if they dragged me like that or constantly groped me, humiliated me, then I wouldn’t show my nose on the street. That evening, as always, we walked not far from the entrance of one of our friends, so that if something happened we could quickly run into the apartment. The girl about whom there were rumors came up to us. We chatted and laughed and did not immediately see, no, not the shobla, but four of them, one of the most inveterate, it was he who always humiliated that little one. He ran after us. My friends all overtook me and in the end I was the last to run and he caught me and shouted (that girl’s name was Valya):
-Valyukha, stop, I said stop, otherwise I’ll have a girlfriend instead of you
nShe stopped abruptly, it was clear that she was ashamed, and not because she wanted to stand up for me. She came up to us, He let me go, grabbed her by the scarf and forced her down on her knees. All this was in the entrance. I didn’t run away, I wanted to save her, but she didn’t think about running away. He looked at me and said:
-What, do you want to save her? What for? she likes you, she’s just embarrassed by you
I rushed at him with my fists, and she took a knife out of her boot and... rushed at me, saying, go away, you fool.
Then he told her to crawl on all fours and start undressing and she did it all. When she was left without a jacket or boots, I started calling for help, screaming like crazy, and he said to her:
-Valya, tell your friend to shut up, let her watch in silence. Come to me and spread your legs
She looks at me so scared and begging:
-Well, please don’t scream!
And she comes up to him, spreads her legs and he lifts her skirt and begins to paw her between her legs with his hand and laughs.
Then I ran up the stairs in horror to the top, then I couldn’t understand why she didn’t run away, didn’t resist, but stood so content.
nI didn’t understand this until your story today..

I wanted to write "a good story". But the word "good" doesn’t really fit the content IMHO. But I still wrote it well. Write more often, you write great!

[Christmas_Christmas]

You know, I would still like it tomorrow, and not in a year

nthat’s what I’m saying... I’ll add it tomorrow))))...
first of all, I write for myself, I remember myself, my girlfriends. school....
and secondly.... when I decide to post a new part for myself... I’ll add... but for now..."tomorrow"....
at the same time I will reassure the "critics".... especially since my stories are not only not for everyone, but simply many people do not understand such relationships at all and consider them "complete perversions".... so, post too often, only to "disappoint" the fans of the genre..... and so, once a month I will post, maybe they will stop noticing me....
besides, I I also try to talk about my inner experiences... what I felt at that moment, how I perceived what was happening, why I did certain things... and this is generally my personal... not for everyone... maybe I’ll remove this all from Stories... and so... although I think that without my experiences and feelings, the Stories will not be the same...

[Bully Carrie]

Besides, I also try to talk about my inner experiences... what I felt at that moment, how I perceived what was happening, why I did certain things....

This is actually fire, the most interesting thing.

[Christmas_Christmas]

This is actually fire, the most interesting thing

to be honest... I still doubt whether I should have added it at all those "experiences and personal impressions".... it would have been just an ordinary nigella and that’s all... no one would have bothered to shout - that’s 100%

[Fargal94]

This is actually fire, the most interesting thing

to be honest... I still doubt it, but if I had even added those “experiences and personal impressions”.... it would have been just an ordinary black thing and that’s all... no one would have bothered to shout - this is 100%

Send criticism to GARDEN! But ordinary chernukha is already enough. The whole highlight is in your experiences and sensations!

[Didudo]

This is actually fire, the most interesting thing

to be honest... I still doubt it, but if I had even added those “experiences and personal impressions”.... it would have been just an ordinary black thing and that’s all... no one would have bothered to shout - this is 100%

Don’t pay attention to anyone. Everyone likes )

[Christmas_Christmas]

This is actually fire, the most interesting thing

to be honest... then I’m all I still doubt it, but if I had even added those “experiences and personal impressions”.... it would have been just an ordinary nigella and that’s all... no one would have come in with a cry - this is 100%

Send criticism to GARDEN! But ordinary chernukha is already enough. The whole highlight is in your experiences and sensations!

thank you)))...

[Christmas_Christmas]

Don’t pay attention to anyone. Everyone likes it)

thanks for the review)))...

[Jolly Roger]

to be honest... I still doubt

Natali_Natali, Don’t doubt it, your stories are just super And all the negative comments either from enemies or the task received this . Write. For example, I can’t tear myself away from your Stories, as soon as I start reading. You just have talent

[Christmas_Christmas]

to be honest... I still doubt

Natali_Natali, No doubt, your stories are just super And all negative comments either from enemies or the task received this. Write. For example, I can’t tear myself away from your Stories, as soon as I start reading. You just have talent

thank you very much for your feedback)))....

[Jolly Roger]

thank you very much

That’s what I thank you for This is a huge thank you to you for being like this and making us happy with your Stories . Now I’ll write something personal, I hope you won’t be upset. How lucky were all those who owned you, to whom you belonged And now I kindly envy your husband

[Naglfar]

thank you very much for your feedback))))

It’s not worth your gratitude at all.)
On the contrary, you’ll forgive me for not finding it There are more appropriate words to praise your talent.
I see that you are very much appreciated and loved on the forum. I wish you inspiration to please us as often as possible)!

[Christmas_Christmas]

How lucky were all those who owned you, to whom you belonged And now I kindly envy your husband n

damn.... well, maybe I was lucky... I never thought about such things... well, there were relationships and there were... when long-term , and sometimes episodic..."for one time"... all sorts of things happened)))...

[Christmas_Christmas]

I wish you inspiration to please us as often as possible)!

Thank you very much again for your kind words of support.. I am very pleased))) ....

[Christmas_Christmas]

Not worth your gratitude at all.)

on the contrary, words of gratitude are very important... at least for me... at least I see “got it” The story or not, liked it or not, etc.

[Naglfar]

Besides, I also try to talk about my inner experiences... what I felt at that moment, how I perceived what was happening, why I did certain things....
n
This is actually fire, the most interesting thing.

I agree 100% with Bully Carrie..
It does Your story is unique.. And incredibly enhances the impact on the reader..
You must have great courage in order to like this to reveal your feelings.. Courage to stand naked in front of fans, allow them to enjoy or vice versa, shout out vulgarities..
And let the true connoisseurs of your talent bathe you in the ocean of their admiration, and the rest burn in hell.)

[Christmas_Christmas]

This makes your story unique.. And incredibly enhances the impact on the reader..
You must have great courage in order to like this to reveal your feelings..

I agree... persuaded)))... I will not delete my experiences from the Stories....

Sent after 6 hours 3 minutes 55 seconds:
damn... just now I was thinking... maybe I should leave some experiences and remove everything else?
it will be funny)))... just kidding, don’t pay attention

[Naglfar]

damn... just now I was thinking... maybe I should leave some experiences and remove everything else?
it will be funny)))... just kidding, don’t pay attention

Damn, don’t joke like that, my heart just gave in...)
Experiences and everything else are like, well, I don’t know..like a pancake and honey) Separately, it’s delicious, and together you’ll lick your fingers)

[Christmas_Christmas]

Damn, don’t joke like that

okay, I won’t)))....

[Pierro]

Courage to stand naked in front of fans, allow them to enjoy themselves or, conversely, shout vulgarities..

is this about... Is that all Natasha? well..
need to read..)

[Christmas_Christmas]

is this about... Natasha’s all?

no damn... about "turd"....

[Eustace]

нет блин... про "какашку"....

[Naglfar]

no damn... about "poop"....

Natali_Natali Good afternoon.
You are definitely ripening something then a fantasy with pancakes.) I wish you inspiration. Although, of course, the wish is a little selfish..
But it would be very interesting to see the result)).

[Christmas_Christmas]

You definitely have some kind of fantasy brewing with pancakes.)

No, I don’t have any fantasies with pancakes... just the word "damn" - this is my word parazt and even in conversation, I very often say "damn"....

[Pierro]

no damn it... about "poop"..

Be patient, dearest Natalia)

[Christmas_Christmas]

no damn... about "poop"..

Be patient, dearest Natalia)

I didn’t understand about patience....

[alexnikit]

It turns out that the topic of fetishes is developing, each person has new fetishes.....are there any limits to this?

[Christmas_Christmas]

It turns out that the topic of fetishes is developing, each person has new fetishes.....are there limits to this?

I think you are absolutely right... each\each of us has our own "personal quirks"....
I don’t know what others have... what they like and what they don’t... but I write in my Stories for myself.. ..

[Tapkin]

Continuing to tell you my Story, I would like to say a few words about the “fetishes” that each of us has. Not even fetishes, but simply “little things” and “details” to which we first of all pay attention not even when meeting, but at the first glance at a man, or a woman.

If we speak for me, then my “fetishes” in relation to men have not changed in principle. The main criterion is an athletic physique, well-groomed appearance, clothes, especially shoes... and of course, a penis. I have a particularly reverent attitude towards the male penis.
But with girls, everything is much more complicated for me. Now, in communication, in getting to know girls closely, the main thing for me is her personal qualities, her soul, her intellect and erudition. But this is now. But at school I paid attention to slightly different things.

First of all, I was very worried about the smells. I don’t know why, but I was very attracted and turned on by the way a girl or boy smelled. And now I’m not talking about personal hygiene and cleanliness, although this is important. I mean the “natural”, natural smell of a person. Maybe I’m just so crazy, or maybe the whole point is that I “feel” all sorts of smells and aromas very well. But for example, at school, blindfolded, I could immediately tell by the smell which girl I was “smelling” now, but as for the taste, I’m generally silent.

Still at school I paid attention to the legs of both my friends and “strange” girls. On the one hand, who doesn’t like long and slender women’s legs? Everyone likes it, including me. But I also paid attention to the feet themselves, to their well-groomed appearance, or their condition. For some reason I was very worried about the toes. In my student years I will be able to realize this particular “fetish” much more. But at school, for some reason I was very ashamed to openly show such attention to the feet and toes of my girlfriends, although I licked the ice cream off them with great pleasure.

I was also very attracted to the sight of bare ankles their friends, and indeed all the girls. It was very exciting when there was a “gap” between the jeans and boots and a naked body was visible. For some reason I immediately wanted to touch the girl there or even kiss her.

The beautiful female hands were very exciting, and still are. Long, well-groomed fingers with a good manicure. At school, of course, the girls didn’t have much expensive manicures, but I liked beautiful hands and long musical fingers even then. I have already told you something about how I liked to feed from my Tanya’s arms. But I kissed and tasted the hands of absolutely all my girlfriends, I mean not only Irka and Svetka, but everyone with whom I had something. Moreover, as a child, I was not squeamish, however, as now, I could easily lick any delicacy from the hands of my girlfriends and it didn’t matter whether they “fed” me on purpose, or I licked off “droplets or grains” that accidentally fell on their hands.
I don’t know about you, but I could even allow the “left” girl, during the “game,” to touch my face and even my lips, and I never closed my lips tightly. And if the girl wanted, then I always let her stick her fingers into my mouth...

Damn, I got carried away. Let me tell you more about my “fetishes” in the following Stories, although I started talking about them now for a reason. The fact is that after the latest events in the park, which I told you about, I have a new fetish. For some reason, I began to worry very much about my own bare feet, and especially when others looked at how I walked barefoot.
For several days I simply “fantasized” how I walked everywhere barefoot, constantly scrolling through pictures in my head of how I walked barefoot into a public toilet with my friends. And I also constantly “remembered” how I walked in the park without shoes.

And now I already know that bare feet are the calling card of any “slave” or bottom. But then at school... It turns out that I was already “bottom” then.
You will probably laugh, but it got to the point that I specially wore new shoes to school or in the city, and then, having “iron bases” in the form of rubbed feet, I took them off new shoes to go home barefoot. Moreover, I even rode on a trolleybus without shoes. Damn, what a thrill it was to catch the “random” glances of passers-by on your legs. It’s a pity that September ended quickly, because in the fall you can’t go much without shoes.
But it would be nice to just walk barefoot, I was so worried about the possibility of going barefoot to the toilet. And it didn’t matter to me which one, public or our school. Although it was very disgusting to go into a public toilet without shoes, I confess to you that I did it several times and am still surprised that I didn’t catch a fungus on my toes or some other nasty thing. I probably would have been able to implement this “theme” even more in the village, fortunately there were places there, and most importantly there were girls with whom I could play like that. But since school had already started, I only had Svetka and now Yana. Svetka reacted “neutral” to my “quirks” because she knew me like crazy. But Yana...

I want to dwell on the subsequent relationship with Yana in more detail, because it was precisely this relationship that ultimately led to my “fall” and to publicity throughout the school.
Firstly, after everything that happened, I didn’t stop thinking about Yana for a second, remembering all the things I did for her in the park. I won’t lie, I’ve fantasized about such games before, about submission and humiliation, and I fantasized very often. In the role of mistress, I imagined Svetka and Irka and even Lida, but it was all not for real, but according to the “scenario” of fantasy, according to the rules of the game. But speaking about Yana, I realized with horror that I wanted to serve and obey her literally. Not during the “game”, or rather not only during the games, but simply obey and obey her, because she has every right to do so. More precisely, because I would give her this right.
And in my heart I understood that Yana was not really suitable for this role. That she is two years younger than me, that I don’t know her well at all. I don’t know what she breathes, who she communicates with, who she is friends with. But it was all these moments that repelled me and attracted me at the same time.

You ask me why I didn’t “give” myself to my close friends, especially since I knew them like crazy. That’s exactly why I didn’t “give it away.” I just couldn’t believe it, couldn’t come to terms with the fact that I would allow myself to belong to my closest friends, with whom I had so much in common. There was everything here, shame, and a feeling of rivalry between us, and mutual girlfriends, acquaintances and friends, a common “history”...

But I, Yana, had none of this. With her, I started as if from a “clean slate” and the girl, like no other, was suitable for the role of my future Mistress.
Now it’s funny for me to remember. Because now, I would simply approach a girl and offer her such a relationship myself, but then at school, I just didn’t know where to start, how to tell Yana herself about this, and I began to do everything to “provoke” her for any reason.
Although Yana herself took some “steps”. I think that everything that happened in the park was also deeply embedded in her head. In any case, especially when we found ourselves alone with her, she began to behave a little differently with me.

For example, several times, when I left school with her, Yana stretched out me her “briefcase” and with an innocent expression on her face, she told me: “Dombazova, I’m so tired today. Carry my bag, eh. Not for service, but for friendship!”...
Damn, I immediately grabbed my bag and carried it all the way to Yanka’s house. A couple of times, she suggested that I take off my shoes and I walked barefoot the whole way to her apartment. It got to the point that at her entrance I “met” her neighbor, you know, a 30-year-old drunk and smoke-smoked “tray”, who was very struck by the sight of my bare feet in the entrance, and she even invited me to her apartment for a cup of coffee. Of course, I didn’t go to this woman.

Back at school, Yana started touching me. Before the goal, of course, she didn’t undress me and didn’t openly paw me, as she did in the park, but I could no longer forbid her to touch me. Yana, as if behind the scenes, received the right to touch me and tell her “No”, I no longer had the right. Well, after everything that happened between us.
During recess, wherever we were, Yana could easily take my hand, or even both hands, put them behind my back and hold them as if I’m tied up. It got to the point that Yana began to “play” with my hands in front of “strange” girls, and in order not to “get burned,” I put my hands behind my back, put both thumbs under the loops on the jeans where the belt was threaded, and so on and sat on a bench in front of everyone, with her hands behind her back, pretending that “this is how everything was intended” and that this is how it’s comfortable for me to sit.

Also, I tied the laces on Yana’s sneakers . Once at school. But everything was fair there. Her sneaker actually came untied, and since the girl’s hands were busy at that moment, God himself told me to help her. But a couple of times on the way home, Yana simply “asked” me to re-lace her shoes, and I squatted down, right on the street, in front of passers-by, “re-laced” her shoes.

On the big during recess, she and I walked a couple of times to the school playground and Yana “trained” me. Without even worrying that they might pay attention to us from the yard or from the windows of the building, she sat down on the “bars”, and leaving me at attention next to her, she began to order: “Sit down!... Stand up!... She sat down again!... Got up!” Sometimes “the training was long enough that my legs had time to go numb from repeated squats under her commands.
Several times Yana caught me in the “smoking room.” More precisely, I deliberately walked very slowly through the school yard to the toilet, knowing that Yana was now looking out the window and hoping that the girl would come out to me. In the toilet, Yana behaved more freely with me. She ordered me to show her my tits, or to pull my jeans and panties down to my knees. Often I did both for her and the girl pawed me for a long time and forcefully, always clarifying: “How warm and soft you are, Dombazova.” Naturally, I urinated right in front of her, although I must pay tribute that Yana did the same in front of me, absolutely without any embarrassment.

Also, Yana began to allow herself to touch my face. And right in front of everyone who was nearby at that moment. And although the girl “arranged” everything as if by accident, for example, a speck got into my eye, and she helps me remove it. But I always caught the puzzled glances of those around me, who saw Yana stroking and touching my face.
Well, in the smoking room, Yana did absolutely whatever she wanted with my face. She touched and stroked my cheeks, moved her fingers and kneaded my lips, stuck her fingers into my mouth, forced me to stick out my tongue, and when I did this, I immediately touched, kneaded and pulled it back.

nShe also liked the “game - Eat your hands!” Knowing how much I like her arms, which are always bare to the elbows, Yana often held them out right under my face and briefly ordered: “Eat your hands!” And I immediately poked my face into her bare arms, greedily inhaled the delicious smell, and then kissed and licked her arms, almost the entire length.
A couple of times Yana “forgot”, although I think she did this is on purpose, and she, in front of “strangers,” “fed” me delicacies “from her hand,” inviting me to lick the delicacy from her fingers with her lips alone.

One day, a generally comical incident happened. In the entrance where Yana lived, right in front of her apartment, I scattered the contents of my purse. To be more precise, all sorts of “trifles” fell onto the floor, and I knelt down and began to collect it all. And it was at that moment that we were caught by that “drunk-and-smoked” neighbor. Yana managed to whisper to me: “Don’t get up!” and I continued to kneel while the neighbor, not taking her eyes off me, talked to Yana about some kind of nonsense. My friend and I understood perfectly well that the neighbor was deliberately stalling for time to look at me, but I honestly stood on my knees the entire conversation until Yana allowed me to get to my feet.
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At school, we had a huge gym and very often our physical education lessons took place in pairs. Two 11th graders, or two 10th graders, could easily end up in class together. I don’t remember how it happened that my 11-A was combined with 9-B, but that day in the gym, our classes ended up together. There was no lesson as such. Still, age difference made itself felt. So it all came down to the fact that our physical education teacher allowed the children to play whatever they wanted, the main thing was that without unnecessary “yelling”, and so that no one would get hurt.
There were always mats in the far corner of the gym, that’s it in that corner, on the mats, Yana “ran into” me. More precisely, I myself approached her group of 9th grade girls and immediately began to provoke her. From the outside, everything looked like a game, but I tried my best to show Yana that she could do anything with me. I told Yana something stupid, or simply pushed her, but the girl, naturally, immediately tried to hit me back. We started to fight. I gave in and my friend always ended up on top. And at the end of the lesson, Yana no longer even got up with me defeated, but sitting astride my chest, touched my face and neck, and to the general laughter of her friends, 9th graders, she demanded that I say that I “give up”, that " I’m over it". Well, after the lesson....

- Well, how long will we wait for you? - Yana unexpectedly returned to the locker room and began to look at me with interest, - How long can you get dressed?!
Taking her last phrase as an order, I was about to put my clothes on, but Yana stopped me.
- Wait! I want to look at you! Get to your feet!
In just my underwear, I stood in the middle of the locker room, and Yana openly began to stare at me.
-Take off your panties and bra! I want to see you naked!
Despite the strong excitement, I have not yet lost the remnants of common sense.
- Yana, what are you doing?! Not here?! What if someone comes in?
- I don’t care! First of all, I’ve already seen you naked. And secondly, I want to see your naked body again! Here and now! Take off your clothes!
Seeing my nervousness, my friend immediately “calmed” me
- Don’t worry. Everyone has long since dispersed. You and I were the only ones left at school. So no one will see you naked. Take off your clothes!!!
Being in extreme excitement and overcoming fear, I finally took off the rest of my clothes.
- Put your hands down and don’t cover yourself! - the girl began to touch me, - How warm and soft you are, Dombazova!
For a while, Yana silently pawed me, and then suddenly said
- Svetlana Alekseevna told me that you really like to kiss pussies and lick. That you licked her more than once, and from other girls too. Is this true?
- Svetlana Alekseevna is my Svetka?
- Well, yours or someone else? And that you have a lot of Svetok acquaintances? - Yana twisted my nipple with force, - Who did she tell, hands down! Stand still and don’t twitch! Sveta told me that you are obedient and that you really like to serve!
- Who did she tell?, - knowing my Svetka, I fully assumed that she could “boast” to someone about her relationship with me in a conversation, but to tell such details
- Well, who cares?! Or do you want to say that this is not true? I know about this and other girls can find out. You don’t want everyone to know that you are not a girl, but a slave?

Saying all this, Yana did not stop pawing me for a second, and I stood at attention, allowing her to touch and touch any places that she liked

- Do you want to serve me?, - the girl suddenly asked me, - Do you want to be my slave, Dombazova?
I am very loud swallowed saliva
- And what will need to be done?
- That’s it! Whatever I want and order you! You saw that hentai from Svetka. You will do everything for me. Like in a cartoon. Dress as I order you and undress when I want to see you naked. And without Dombazov’s unnecessary questions. I order, and you do! You will obey me in everything and no one will know anything. Neither your Svetka, nor anyone else! If you decide to disobey me, I will undress you in front of my entire 9-B class. I’m sure everyone will really like you! Well, do you agree to serve me?
- I agree,” I whispered quietly, and wanting to “save face”, I added, “If you give me your word that no one will find out anything!
n-Okay! I give you my word that if you are obedient and follow all my orders, then I will keep our relationship a secret from everyone! I swear! Now you!
- What, now me? - I asked the girl
- Now you swear that you will voluntarily serve me and carry out any of my orders!
This At that moment, some noise was heard in the corridor and Yana looked out the door to see if everything was okay. I was standing naked in the middle of the locker room.
- Everything is fine! This is Aunt Klava, the cleaning lady. She started cleaning the elementary school locker room, so until it gets to us....

I wanted to object that Aunt Klava could come to us at any moment and that I needed to get dressed, but Yana she suggested that I do the same. True, the girl, unexpectedly for me, took and photographed me on her smartphone, which throughout our conversation she did not let go of her hands. The girl probably managed to take four or even five photographs before I realized what she was doing.
By the way, Yana had tried to take a photograph of me before, but she always asked my permission to do so. Naturally, I always refused her. And now...

- What are you doing, Yana?
- What?! Taking photos you! I am your Mistress, and you are now my slave! Or have you forgotten that you swore to serve me and obey me in everything!
- It was you who swore that you wouldn’t tell anyone anything, and I haven’t given you any promises yet!
Yana looked out again for some reason out the door, and then said
- Well, what’s the matter?! Swear now! And say it all on camera! Well, Dombazova, there is no going back. Let’s get down on your knees and say an oath!
Under the “weight” of my friend’s arguments, I silently knelt down and she again took a few pictures. And then a bucket thundered behind the door so loudly that Yana flew out of the locker room like a bullet, and I started getting dressed as quickly as I could.
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The next day I didn’t go to school. I simply didn’t have the strength or the courage. The excitement and euphoria passed, and I realized with horror what I had done and what trap I had driven myself into. Damn, what did I come up with during the day and what nightmares did I imagine for myself...
The next day I went to school and went with Svetka and all the way I thought about whether to tell her everything now and ask her for help, not waiting for the whole school to know about everything. On the way we met other girls, and I anxiously peered into their faces, trying to “guess” by their expression, by their gaze, whether they knew about what happened...

Literally at the first break I I met with Yana. To explain, I approached her myself. The girls in her group were just discussing something, laughing, but of course I took everything personally and, unable to bear it, turned around and went to my class.

Due to the unknown, I was on pins and needles all day, and only talked to Yana after school. Seeing that she was waiting for me in the school yard, I told Svetka not to wait for me, I said that I would stay for an elective in mathematics, and when my friend left, I myself went down to Yana’s yard.

Fear and anxiety were probably clearly visible on my face, because my friend immediately began to calm me down. It turns out that Yana didn’t show or tell anyone anything, and it seemed to me that she was sincerely offended by me because I decided that she had betrayed me.
- So you really didn’t tell anyone anything? , - I was ready to kiss Yana
- Of course not! I gave you my word! As long as you obey me and do everything I order you, no one will know about anything!
The girl patted the bench with her hand, inviting me to sit next to her
- In general, look how great you turned out in the photos!,” with these words Yana turned on her smartphone and began flipping through my photos, “Look how cool you are when you’re naked!” It looks great on you when you’re naked! Give me your phone for a second, - Yana suddenly asked
- Why is this?, - I involuntarily became wary
- And I’ll send you your photos. Let you have them too. Not all of them, of course, but this one, where you stand naked in full height, and this one, where you stand naked on your knees!
- But why?, - I just couldn’t understand
- Well, first of all, the photos are yours, so let them be yours too. And secondly, if you offend me, I will force you to show these photos to anyone... But I’m sure that it won’t come to that between you and me. And now go to the “smoking room”!
- Why?, - I managed to be surprised
- Don’t be stupid to Dombazov! We agreed that you listen to me and don’t ask unnecessary questions! Go to the “smoking room”, they are waiting for you there!

I’ll tell you right away that there was no one in the toilet. I even managed to look into all the booths. There was no one inside. I was about to go outside when Yana came inside. The girl was holding her smartphone in her hands and smiling.
- Dombazova, I will now undress you, put you down and you will take the oath of a slave to me! On camera of course! Take off your clothes!!!,” my friend said all this in such a tone as if she was inviting me for tea and sweets, “Just don’t say now that you’ve changed your mind!
Damn, realizing that I’ll do terrible things now, even on camera, I could not resist my desire to obey. But again, in order to save face, I asked my friend
- Yana, do you promise me...
The girl interrupted me
- Mrs. Yana! From now on, I am your Mistress and you address me as “you”! Is this clear?
- Yes.., I whispered
- What is “yes”?
– I understood you, Madam!
- That’s it Great! Don’t waste time slave, take off your clothes! Otherwise, someone else might actually come here.
- You... Do you promise me, Madam, that no one will know anything about what will happen now?
- I promise! I gave you my word, Dombazova! Don’t break the buzz, take off your clothes!!!...
I quickly began to take off my clothes.
- Dombazova’s naked, naked! Take off your underwear too! And smile at the camera, I’m filming!!
My friend took all my clothes and briefly ordered
- Sit on your haunches, spread your hips and urinate directly on the camera! Come on, Dombazova, do it!!!
I wanted to go into the booth, but my friend stopped me
- Right here, pee on the floor! I want to see how it will all splash and fly apart!

I wrote for quite a long time, but my friend did not urge me on, but silently filmed everything on camera. But as soon as I finished, I received a new order from her

- Now get up and walk through the puddle with your bare feet! Look how much has flowed out of you! Well done, obedient Dombazova. Now get on your knees. Yes, just like that, right into your puddle and repeat after me: “I, Natasha Dombazova, student 11-A of school No. 41, voluntarily recognize Yana T. as my Mistress and, at my own request, I give myself into complete slavery to her”….

Something like this....

My throat is so dry!(((

[Christmas_Christmas]

my throat is so dry!(((

whether you liked the Story or not ?

[Eustace]

my throat is so dry!(((

Some water?!!!

[Eustace]

did you like the Story or not?

don’t rush it, let the person finish the main thing!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

my throat is so dry!(((

Some water?!!!

damn... made me laugh....

[Tapkin]

my throat is so dry!(((

so Did you like the Story or not?

Well, how can you not like it...it’s the ShadEvr of the erotic genre!)))


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[Christmas_Christmas]

did you like the Story or not?

don’t rush it, let the person finish the main thing!!!

and.. got it)))...

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my throat is so dry!(((

did you like the Story or not?

Well, how can you not like it..this is the ShadEvr of the erotic genre!)))


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большое спасибо за отзыв)))...

[Christmas_Christmas]

(until Eustace sees)

no need to worry.... he has me as a dowry for the wedding)))).. ..

[Tapkin]

(until Eustace sees)

no need to worry.... he has me as a dowry for the wedding)) ))....

I understand that. we have nothing to catch here...no matter where you go, you’ve either already checked in or booked!(((
I’LL KILL THE BITCH!))))

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[Christmas_Christmas]

I understand. we have nothing to catch here...no matter where you go, you’ve either already checked in or booked!(((

damn... that sounds sexy.." booked"... even as something like"lower" or something)))...

[Eustace]

I’ve either already checked in or booked everywhere!(((
I’LL KILL THE BITCH!))))

[Christmas_Christmas]

damn... they are already threatening each other with physical violence))))....

[Naglfar]

damn...they are already threatening each other with physical violence))))...

Scary, damn it, the power of art)

[Christmas_Christmas]

damn...they are already threatening each other with physical violence))))...

Scary, damn it, the power of art) n

I agree... art is a terrible power..... just damn... where is art and where are my Stories.... don’t tell me...

[Naglfar]

I agree... art is a terrible power..... but damn... where is art and where are my Stories.... don’t tell me..

Modesty is not for an artist. Modesty is for us, ordinary readers.
Your Stories touch feelings, make you worry.. They contain a piece of your talent. So this is art.

[Christmas_Christmas]

Your Stories touch feelings, make you worry... They contain a piece of your talent. So this is art.

thanks for the feedback.... but I don’t think so.... where do I get my talent? I just write my Stories... I don’t even write, but I remember what happened... that’s all...

[Christmas_Christmas]

People...thank you all so much for telling me kind words and leaving comments...thank you so much...it’s very important to me...

[Naglfar]

thanks for the feedback.... but I don’t think so.... where do I get my talent? I’m just writing my Stories... I don’t even write, but I remember what happened... that’s all....

Where did you get your talent, Natalie , I can not tell) .
Suppose I have something to remember..And I can even write down these memories..And maybe even someone will be interested in reading them..As information..
And how do your Stories affect readers? see above.
You have talent.

[Christmas_Christmas]

thanks for the feedback.... but I don’t think so.... where do I get my talent? I’m just writing my Stories... I don’t even write, but I remember what happened... that’s all....

Where did you get your talent, Natalie , I can not tell) .
Suppose I have something to remember..And I can even write down these memories..And maybe even someone will be interested in reading them..As information..
And how do your Stories affect readers? see above.
You have talent.

thank you for the feedback, of course... but about having talent, it’s not about me.... I’m just I remembered... and turned the memory into text... I remembered my childhood, school... and later... at the university when I was studying... I remember, and just a picture before my eyes... that’s how everything is here I can’t write it down...
And I was so reminded that I began to have strange dreams....friends came, who, unfortunately, will simply never be able to do it again....so I just have such a memory , well, imagination...

[Naglfar]

thank you for the feedback, of course... but about having talent, that’s not about me.

Okay, I won’t argue. They will invent a device for measuring talent..Then you will remember me)
Imagination, the ability to fascinatingly express in letters what you want to convey to the reader..These are the facets of talent.
And, in my opinion, An artist, deep down in his soul, needs self-confidence, that his works are worthy of attention..

[Christmas_Christmas]

Thanks for the feedback, of course... but about having talent, that’s not about me.

Okay, I won’t argue. They will invent a device for measuring talent..Then you will remember me)
Imagination, the ability to fascinatingly express in letters what you want to convey to the reader..These are the facets of talent.
And, in my opinion, An artist, deep down in his soul, needs self-confidence, that his works are worthy of attention..

feedback is also very important... well, to see what people liked the History... that they leave comments... then you want to continue to tell it....
but if there is none of this, then you don’t want to share the History at all... why?

[Pierro]

they leave comments.... then I want to continue to talk....

that’s how bad people can manipulate you.. they will leave a comment "ah! ah!"
and they themselves think "write, write.. you fool"