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My dear lamb

When a man reaches great heights in life, he still lacks something. Something unusual, extraordinary. Someone buys an island, someone goes to the Indian slums, someone goes down to the bottom of the ocean to look at the Titanic. I decided to get myself a sex slave. It turned out that this is not at all difficult: there are plenty of girls in our city who want to submit to a strong man.
The club, widely known in narrow circles, accepted me with open arms; After a short time and a series of acquaintances, I found a girl to my liking.

Agnia. This name suited her perfectly: almost a Lamb, a lamb - a fragile victim of an alpha male. Pretty, smooth and soft, she seemed to consist entirely of roundness and bulges. Curly copper-brown hair, a gentle look and a gentle voice completed the picture - half an hour after meeting me, I was already imagining her tied up. And Agnia only had two dates in a cafe for the third to take place on my territory.

I must say, I never liked vanilla foreplay and intimate conversations. A slave who unquestioningly follows orders and understands me perfectly - that’s exactly what I wanted. And that evening the lamb pleasantly surprised me.

Entering the house, I sat down on the couch in the living room. Agnia stood motionless in front of me. But as soon as I held my gaze on her a little longer than usual and waved my hand, calling for her to undress, she immediately began to get rid of her clothes. Five minutes later, the lamb was left with only red lace underwear, emphasizing its round shape. I began to examine the girl: light golden skin, golden freckles on her chest and shoulders, sharp curves of her waist and heavy hips - yes, she was definitely pretty. Another silent order, and the red underwear was thrown to the floor; Agnia knelt down, rested her elbows on the fluffy carpet and began to slowly describe circles around the room, bending over, sticking out her butt and showing off all her hidden places. She rubbed her breasts on the carpet, her large red nipples hardened - and they also hardened in my trousers from such a stimulating sight.

“It’s early,” I thought. Getting up from the couch, he jerked Agnia up and dragged her into the bedroom. The soft shoulders turned pink under my fingers and suddenly gave me a strange feeling: I wanted not just to possess and subjugate, but to subjugate unconditionally, mercilessly. Apparently, this is the feeling they told me about at the club: when a slave is pretty and submissive, the master feels not only his right, but also a thirst for absolute power.

Having dragged Agnia into the bedroom, I abandoned her face down on the bed. He took out handcuffs and chained her wrists to the headboard. Agnia was relaxed, silent, but breathing unevenly. All I desperately wanted was to take her right now, to take her fiercely and brutally. However, that’s not why I brought the cute lamb here—I’ll always have time to take it. And who will forbid me to be cruel?

In the morning I had prepared a whip and a whip for my guest, but now I understood that this was not serious. Yes, I remembered about safety-voluntariness-reasonableness, but, my God, what is all this for when in front of me on the bed lies a charming bitch with her backside up, ready for a spanking?! I took out from the closet an old soldier’s belt made of leather, hardened by time. Folding it in half, he cut the air with it and lightly hit himself on the palm - yes, perfect. He approached Agnia; Grabbing her copper mane, he lifted her head and exhaled into her face:
- Well, bitch, do you want to please the owner? Answer!
“Yes, master,” my slave stammered and, swallowing, added firmly: “I really want to please you.”
“Well, then, the time has come for everyone’s joy... – I spread her legs shoulder-width apart, waved the belt and with a whistle dropped it onto her tender bottom.

Agnia screamed. I hit again - she screamed louder. Two more blows - and I realized that I wanted to hear this scream until she became hoarse. I whipped the bitch with inexpressible pleasure, and with each blow her ass turned red and swelled more and more. Agnia screamed, either from pain or from pleasure; Finally, she began to choke and wheeze. Grabbing the bitch by the hair, I saw tears on her long eyelashes and lips bitten bloody. An annoying thought flashed through my head - I’ll have to stop, but Agnia rasped: “More, more...” and opened her eyes slightly. There was so much unsatisfied desire and lust in those eyes that I almost lost control. Having stuffed a corner of the bedspread into the bitch’s mouth instead of a gag, I continued the spanking. The slave moaned through the improvised gag and only shuddered with her whole body from the next blow. At some point, she sobbed deafeningly and tucked her legs under her; I seemed to wake up and see that her bottom had acquired a dark scarlet hue and began to look like a swollen regimental drum. The belt left terrible and beautiful marks on the light pink hemispheres.

I threw away the instrument of torture, pulled the gag out of the slave’s mouth and turned her face up. She was lovely: scattered brown curls, a tear-stained face, a wet mouth and droopy eyes. I looked at Agnia as if she were a work of art: the contrast between her golden skin and her purple bottom made her indescribably beautiful. I lightly touched her chest - Agnia twitched as if from an electric shock. “We must finish,” I thought and, stroking her chest and soft belly, turned the slave upside down.

Never in my life have I seen anything more inspiring: a shining back, covered with tiny hairs, resembling peach fuzz, abruptly turned into a blood-red, swollen bottom. I could no longer restrain myself: throwing off my trousers along with my underwear, I grabbed the slave by the hips and drove my red-hot penis into her. The bliss that I experienced cannot be expressed in words! During the spanking, the bitch leaked so much that it flooded the bedspread underneath. It was amazing - I fucked her for barely a minute, but exploded with such a sharp orgasm that I fell on her completely exhausted.

Recovering myself, I got off Agnia, unfastened the handcuffs and carefully turned her around on the side. An exhausted and completely happy creature looked at me.
“Thank you, master,” the slave whispered. - I hope I made you happy?
Agniya smiled, yawned and fell asleep. I covered her with a blanket and lay down next to her. Today was a happy day - it seems that I found my slave.

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