Mood:
mischieviousTo be exhibée in a small costume with transparent fabrics... With the too short cuts... And at the indented sides... To cover the skin of a true maidservant and to do everything to answer the least desires of Sir, with his least whims, thus clothed, the bottom exposed to the glances, while it receives friends... To have to make the service, to necessarily be very polished and courteous with regard to the guests of Mister... to be humiliated situation, to redden of embarrassment and to feel my pussy which runs... To have shame to be excited kind... To do everything to prevent that it realizes some... And that it describes me as bitch before treating me like such...
I imagine the recreation easily that it would take to escape an unspecified object by ground and to wonder to collect it, thus obliging me to lean forwards and to show my bottom in its totality. I imagine his pleasure at the time when I would come to raise me and, that with a robust hand, there would force me to remain leaning, pushing on my head to oblige me to remain folded into two. I hear already the laughter of his guests who would rinse the eye, their comments in my connection. I feel even the damping which runs between my thighs but that it is really real and present at the moment when I write these words:))) And then the voice of a guest who says his pressing desire to go to urinate, the glance of Mister which is illuminated and his words which fall and which tie the throat to me... - Go! Make yourself useful... Then I go with him... Detach his trousers... And hold his sex while he urinates! Fear mixed with the shame which invades me... To thus only find me in a part closed with an unknown... The humiliation of the position in which I will be made. I see myself knelt in the bathroom spirit to leave this soft sex his prison...
Awkward and trembling, I see the silhouette behind him and I intend it to be said to pay attention and to direct the jet in the bowl well, which does nothing but accentuate my nervousness... The jet fuses and, by awkwardness of my hand, comes to land on the ground... I read anger in his eyes and I hear in too calms his voice his dissatisfaction... He seizes my hair firmly, draws me backwards and says to me that I will have all to clean. He obliges me to put to me at four legs and to lick the urine on the tiling... - Lick!!! Clean as it is necessary and completely!!! Bitch... Cochonne... Slut!!! A rain of insults comes to crown the bad posture in which I am. The humiliation which me filled, shame and the fear... of being thus inveighed in public and yet to be excited as that is not allowed! ... I lick the tiling, applying me to make disappear the least trace... Mister gives up me with my fate, energy to join his guests... I do not dare to return... Died of embarrassment and shame... Fearing to accentuate his anger by my simple presence... I hear him laugh...
I remain alone in the toilets throughout one time which seems to last for ever, not knowing more what to make... And not daring especially to draw his attention or to make some noise that it is. When I raise the eyes, Mister is in front of me, imposing by his stature, imposing by his glance... Glance of ice! Face deserted from smiling... - With knees bitch! I want to urinate but this time, I will not be likely to dirty ceramics! - Mouth Open and drink!!! If you lose would be this only one drop, you will be used as urinal with all those which will want this evening, I swear you!!! It is the heart beating the camel which I kneel, that I open the mouth and tighten the tongue to receive his urine... Urinate that I drink, urine which I suck anything to lose, of fear of being forced to drink all the evening of it... Finally a smile on his face reassures me a little... Then he says to me to join him with the living room, giving up me once again... It is with lowered head and the reducing glance which I join them, pointing out to me smallest possible, to be discrete.. But his voice stronger than the music resounds!
- That deserves a correction bitch! You missed with your duty towards a guest!!! Flat belly on my thighs and raised bottom!!! I hesitate, daring to hope that he is not serious, that he jokes... But no! - YOU PREFER THAT I RISE AND THAT I WILL SEEK WHIP PEUT-ÊTRE? I obeyed immediately, flat finding me belly on his legs... - CHANGING YOUR BOTTOM! At once a hand comes to slip between my thighs... Its fingers discover my pussy instantaneously... Torrential... Mister presents to me his coated fingers of my damping... - What is it This? I wimper, knowing only to answer... - BITCH! Mister me buttocks without care... I feel the opera hats to rain on my bottom... I feel my gluteus on fire... I merge in excuses, beseeching him to stop... Then he orders to me to serve the supper... What I endeavour to do thoroughly...
After having deposited the last plate on the table, Mister looks at me, smile with the lips... I know this half smile, sign which it did not finish with me! I lower the eyes, seeking a little indulgence and I hear... - Take the candle in the drawer! I will seek the candle... By bitterly wanting me not to have thought of putting it on the table for the supper... At the moment when I prepare to light it and to slip it into the candlestick... - NOT!!! YOU will be used to us as candlestick! Go! With four legs, the table, the well cambered bottom... You fit the candle in the bottom and I will have a pleasure of lighting you! All are are laughing... Everyone except me of course... Nevertheless, I obeyed fearing to tarnish the good mood which seems to live Mister... Squatted, the well raised bottom, I introduce the candle... - deeper! Go growth a little!!! Then it comes to light the wick... I feel the amused glances which fix me... The wax which leaks to my anus... I remain quiet and motionless... The supper seems to last for ever... I feel my knees weaken... My arms weaken... The heat of the flame approaches my bottom dangerously... And yet, only one desire obsesses my thoughts: the desire for still masturbating me still and!
