My diary - story one

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In the evening, my lover called and made an appointment. He asked me to dress in old clothes and warned that he would come on a date with a big dog ... At night I dreamed of cauliflower ...
MONDAY: ... angry, contemptuous of my lover, I was busy in the kitchen. Still: he called on Saturday to my house, in front of her husband, and even said that he would come with a big dog on a date with me. I couldn't even argue with him on the phone that it was too much. After all, my husband was sitting next to me and thought that I was talking to a friend. And all husbands know perfectly well that the best friends do not send three letters to each other ...
TUESDAY: ... I opened the apartment for meetings with my key and waited. My lover with the dog showed up twenty minutes late. I explained everything from the doorway. His wife was jealous of evening walks, and he burst out to me with the dog: every evening this dog walks for an hour and a half on the street ...
We laughed and did not waste precious time ...
In a passionate occupation, I accidentally looked at the dog sitting on the carpet, and our eyes met. The dog was shocked. He probably never saw such sex between his master and his wife. And now, goggling eyes, worried about both of us. I winked at him and stuck out my tongue. He barked ...
That I just didn’t get up to further surprise the dog. He tucked his tail, ears, and the fur rose up a hedgehog. The dog especially liked my moans and rumblings. A little more and the dog would have begun to speak humanly ...
WEDNESDAY: ... a lover called at work and said that their dog seemed to be replaced. They took him outside in the morning, and he met all the young women in the yard ...
THURSDAY: ... tomorrow I arranged to go on a love date with a busy man whom I met by chance on the street. He gave me a lift in a car and has been pestering me with his advances for six months. I broke down to agree after he offered very amusing to have sex with him. He promised to take a new videotape with porn, turn it on at his house, and we will remake everything that will be shown there in the porn film ...
It turned me on a lot, and I was looking forward to this date.
FRIDAY: ... came, time was running out, we immediately sat down to the Vidic. He turned it on. I’m sitting all wet and I don’t know what they’ll do with me now. What if it is? What if something?
The first two minutes of the video showed how a crazy billionaire gave a prostitute $ 100 for the right to kiss the inner sole of her shoe. At another time, I would have watched these shots calmly, but then heart-rending laughter began to make out. A minute later the man gave the prostitute another $ 100, licked the sock of his shoe and began to suck on the heel ... The nasty guy was wasting money. In ten minutes of the film, he gave this prostitute $ 800, and all the actions and conversations went only around this shoe. I don't know what was shown there, but I turned off the video with a wild laugh and announced to my friend that he had 800 dollars, and I would leave both my old shoes to him for that. "Gnaw all night, they're still strong." And she left him barefoot. Sober. Fortunately, it was summer ...
He brought me my old shoes, plus new expensive shoes of my same size. But I still didn't give in to him. I could not: as I remember, so spasms from laughter. I was afraid that I would get stuck under it.
SATURDAY: ... my friend and I sentenced two bottles of dry wine and I persuaded my best friend to sleep with my husband. But so that he never knows that I myself wanted it. I myself do not know why it was so combed.
They took three days to prepare for this operation ...
THURSDAY: ... in three days my best friend fulfilled my request and secretly seduced my husband. The cheater had not yet managed to get home from her, when she called me and briefly told me the details of my husband's fall. Although I myself asked her about it, for some reason it was unpleasant to find out about everything ...
How I wanted to see even a drop of embarrassment or guilt in his eyes! But he came tired and cheerful, came up with 102 reasons for being late from work, and we had a great dinner together, as usual sharing the day's news with each other. What kind of verbal traps I did not set my spouse to catch him on a lie, make him blush, embarrass! Sometimes it seemed to me that it was already possible to read remorse in his eyes, but, alas, I did not feel any signs of betrayal. As an angel, he remained.
I didn’t understand other wives before. They unanimously argue that all husbands cheat on their wives - except their own. He doesn't need this, they say, his wife is enough. Yes, they will never believe that their betrothed cheated on him with some kind of there, because he is so squeamish with them ... and so on.
We are all gullible and HAPPY fools. This is our strength! I looked at my shameless husband and gently understood how decent he was after all. Well, I couldn’t resist, well, he trampled my best friend on the sofa for two hours, but he didn’t even let his ear tell that he had a stigma in the gun. So he remained for me the best, most loyal, most beloved ... I seduced him that night, but he coped with the double load with dignity. Satisfied, I turned on the other side and, already falling asleep, decided to turn his life into a nightmare. Good night dear...

 

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I don’t even remember when I was exactly interested in BDSM - I think about thirteen. I saw different photos: tied men in the forest, women with a whip, that’s all. In addition to aesthetics, I liked the idea that pain can be transformed: I generally have a special relationship with pain, I can easily endure it. It was always incomprehensible to me why other people cry, having broken a knee.

My first client appeared quite unexpectedly. I worked as a waitress in a restaurant, it was a fairly closed establishment, where you cannot get in from the street, there were very rich people. Nobody paid attention to me: there were a lot of glamorous girls, and I dressed like a teenager, came to work in a T-shirt with Harry Potter. I was then twenty-one years old, I had no goal at all to glue a millionaire or get married.

Once, after the restaurant was closed, we sat and celebrated the manager’s birthday. But here came one regular customer who could not help but let in - because he was a VIP. He drank, grabbed my hand and began to offer all kinds of obscenity, I was rude to him. I’m from a fairly wealthy family, it never seemed to me that super-rich people are any special. He was shocked by such a reaction, squeezed my hand even harder, I slapped him in the face. When he tried to kiss me, I grabbed his hair, pulled his head away and said: “So, if you don’t stop now, I’ll do something really bad.” And then I noticed that his pupils dilated - he liked that I was pulling his hair. It had never occurred to me that he was submissive.

The style of my communication with submissives I can call “Stockholm Syndrome”: first we have a “honeymoon” when I’m very tender, kind and attentive, and then suddenly become angry and unpredictable. So I bring the submissive to the state of the first emotional peak, and then again I become caring. The submissive always has a set of stop words or an opportunity to leave the game situation for a moment and ask to stop. I take into account that the sub can be in a state changed from adrenaline, so from time to time I ask whether everything is alright, whether he needs a break, a glass of water or a cigarette.

Some of my clients come primarily for psychological support, even a psychological replacement: for example, a person feels guilty for something, but cannot punish himself, therefore he asks me. One client asked: "Punish me for being so worthless because I still cannot find a girlfriend." After the session, I had a psychotherapeutic conversation with him: I explained that it was not necessary to come to me, that he could talk with his potential partner - and she was unlikely to condemn his addiction to BDSM. His kick was ball basting, so I told him: "Believe me, dear, many girls dream of kicking a man in the balls, she’s unlikely to refuse."

The main requests are all kinds of flogging, humiliation, ball-basting, golden rain. Seven out of ten men ask for a strapon, in principle, this is easily explained, because this is a taboo, this is the basis for the entire BDSM culture. But with those who come for the first time and don’t know their pain limit, we coordinate everything in advance. For example, for the first time, instead of a hard leather whip, we select floggers. It is soft and therefore so widespread both inside the BDSM sphere and outside its limits, since as a tool for flagellation, the flogger is practically safe with any force of influence. Also, I always arrange aftercare, which not many do. We can just sit, hugging, we can discuss something, sometimes the submissive wants to cry from a splash of feelings and adrenaline and endorphins. That’s my "close to the edge scenes."

 

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