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-So what’s the deal? It was necessary to do something.
We needed a qualitative change in our relationship.
Otherwise, Vladimir will lose interest and disappear.

Overpowering myself, I decided to kiss him, and our meetings continued.
Somehow I went to work for him.
Waiting for Volodya to be released, she spoke with the secretary in the waiting room.
I asked her about Vladimir.
-What do you think of him? -Goat! “He will change.
I guarantee it. “Three months after our acquaintance, I decided that he was mature enough to get to know each other.
It only remained to wait for an opportunity.
And this moment has come.
-What are we walking like children?
Why don’t we meet with you or me.
-And what will you do? -Well, how what? You understand.
We are no longer small.
Why don’t we: I interrupted him.
– Vova is possible.
But I have to warn you about something.
-About what? – You see, I am not an ordinary woman.
I get pleasure only when it is done in handcuffs, with riveting to the bed.

He looked at me in surprise.
-For God’s sake.
In handcuffs, so in handcuffs.
He thought I was a masochist.
-No you did not understand.
Chained to be you.
Vladimir was confused.
I laughed to defuse the situation.
-No, that you.
I do not use this, you just have to promise me that you will do only what I say and nothing more.
Vladimir was silent.
It was an internal struggle.
On the one hand, such a relationship scared him, on the other hand, here it is (I) so close and desirable, just say yes: And he decided.
-Ok, I agree.
Let’s try.
“I’ll try.
But even as I try, “Then come back tomorrow at eight.”
And having kissed him (this time very passionately) goodbye, I went home.
Vladimir The door bell rang at exactly eight.
Vladimir came with a bottle of champagne and a bouquet of flowers.
He was tense.
I felt that he was a little scary.
I decided not to arrange the preludes and immediately took him to the bedroom.
-Give up.
Fully.
-And you? -I later.
When Vladimir undressed, I dropped the dressing gown, left in a black, lace bodysuit, with a slit at the bottom.

Vladimir, completely stunned, stepped towards me.
– You promised to obey me.
Approaching Vladimir from behind, I pressed against his back.
I started rubbing my lower abdomen against his buttocks, simultaneously tickling his chest with nails.
Then she sat down and stroked his ass.
She was beautiful, I could not resist and fell to her with a passionate kiss.
Then gently nudged Vladimir to the bed.
(I must say that my bed is special.
Made to order.
High, with side racks, on each of which is fixed several rings.
) On the bed lay four wide leather bracelets with carbines.
– Put on.
-How to wear? – On the arms and legs.
Vladimir put on.
I fixed him so that he lay with his legs high and wide apart, and his bottom just hung down from the edge of the bed.
– I think this is not a very comfortable posture for having sex.
-But the opposite.
Very comfortable.
Vladimir watched my actions and when he saw what was in my hands, not understanding what was happening, apparently thought that I was going to do self-gratification in his eyes.

I began to equip.
Observation of this process brought Vladimir into complete bewilderment. – What is it for? I silently, intently looking into his eyes, fastened all the buckles, went over, and began to lubricate his ass.
At this point, he came to the meaning of everything that happens.
-What are you doing! What are you crazy! Stop it immediately! I forbid! Hear that! I grabbed the first one I got, and, having formed a gag, I silenced him.
The first available were his own cowards.
Vladimir moaned and twitched.
I fucked him with sharp movements, feeling like the whole body, more and more warmth begins to spread, bringing a sweet languor, bringing me closer to the first roundabout of today.
After the third orgasm, I decided to worry about Vladimir.
Not stopping my movements, I began to stroke his cock, feeling how he responded and began to swell.
I continued to fuck Vladimir, holding his organ in my hand, synchronizing the movements of my arms and hips.

With each movement, his ass smacked smack.
Vladimir even began to make oncoming movements to increase the range of exposure to his penis.
A little bit more, and he finished.
I’m tired.
-Liked? – I asked a rhetorical question, pulling out the gag.
– You went: – Nothing, then you will really like it, your rectum will become a real vagina.
And also you will suck it.
– What are you doing crazy? What then? “Then it’s over the next few years.”
Tomorrow you are moving to me.
-Do you have a roof?
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