school for prostitutes

Section 1 I am a married woman, 47 years old. No matter before or now, I am deeply dependent on my husband, Lang. We have been married for twenty years, and our marriage is as happy as a vanilla orchid. I think this is probably because I am always overly obedient to my husband. However, I prefer that I can be an ordinary woman, have a child, and... like most mediocre women you know. In those early years, I was a conservative beauty recognized by everyone, but now, I have to admit that I have become very open-minded. That night was my sister's wedding. We both drank too much. I don't remember much. It seems that a man in a formal dress struck up a conversation with me, and then I went Home with Lang. I only remember that we had sex, but I was drunk, really drunk, and Long told me later that I was yelling, "rape me rough, Long! Fuck me like a real rape! Why don't you be rougher!" Long never said. He never treated me. He said that I could only be described as a shrew or a slut. I clearly remember what happened next. At the moment I reached the climax, I said to him: "This is the way I want to have sex. I am yours, Lang, please enjoy me as you like!" of course, the next day I was embarrassed when I saw him, but when Lang came to the table with a SMile on his face, he didn't say a word about last night. He flipped through the three magazines in his hand, then put them on the table and asked me If you have time, you can take a look. My face was still feverish from what happened last night. I stepped forward and kissed him passionately. I loved him even more than before. I glanced at the cover of the magazine. It was a shocking and incredible picture, but I didn't look at it carefully. I just put it away in the drawer and planned to take it out when I was free in the afternoon. Lang went to work, and I sat listlessly for a while, even forgetting the magazine he left for me. After a while, I remembered those covers just now. They were some disgusting and obscene scenes, which completely broke my traditional understanding. I remember a picture that said "Home slut" on the cover - a man came Home and his Wife was cleaning the room with a vacuum cleaner, but she was naked except for a pair of high heels and a pair of beautiful earrings. There were shackles fixed on her ankles, and the chains connected to them were wrapped around her body and neck. Her wrists were locked tightly, and a ball-shaped gag was stuffed into her mouth. I almost fainted because of this, my traditional mOral values ​​yelled at Lang in my mind, how could he bring this kind of garbage in front of my eyes! This is simply a disgusting pile... But a warm current spreads throughout my body from the depths of my womb at this moment, and the itching feeling in my Vagina is also against my will. I have to take a shower to calm down, I relieve myself. wear nice clothesHe walked into the Bathroom. When I sat on the chair in the Bathroom, I took off my pajamas. My Vagina was completely soaked in my own juice. I am a professional woman. I once studied law. I never thought that the scenes in magazines would be so close to my life. I tried to expel those images from my mind, but my hands completely ignored them. Confused, it caressed my sexual organs involuntarily, and my juices splashed everywhere. I thought for a while. To be precise, I stood in front of the mirror and looked into my eyes and thought. I have blue eyes and long brown hair, but I've dyed them blond since I was a Teenager. I'm not very pretty, with a pair of pretty nipples dotting my slightly flat chest. superior. I'm five feet five inches tall and weigh one hundred and sixty pounds, which makes me look a little plump, but I have perfect curves and Ron is prettier than me. When he drafted me in college, I I feel so happy, I can hardly believe it. He likes my nipples, but he also said that he likes women with big butts. God, I'm scared right now. I couldn't get those scenes out of my head. Lang gradually became my master, and I was just a slave girl sucking his cock. But we also have to face reality, I can't be a real house slave, I have to go to work in my law firm, and I have to earn money with him to build our Family. I became more and more like a slave, being whipped by him, humiliated by him, having his fingers dug into my Anus and subjected to rape-style sex, but in outside situations, I had to hide all of this deeply. Our child Tony is ten years old. He lives in a middle-class Family in a beautiful suburb. Sometimes, I feel that I should educate him personally and tell him what truth, goodness, and beauty are, as well as some things between men and women. ——He is in adolescence. I am a working woman. Although my Family situation can fully support me as a houseWife, Lang does not agree with me. Since Lang has completely dominated this Family, I can only be more submissive to him. If I don't do this, he will tie me up in anger and then make full use of this time to beat me, the "slut." But, after all, Lang and I both have jobs and are very busy. Therefore, although he is a "master", we usually have many other things to do. Lang works sixty hours a week, or more. He was handsome, five feet eleven inches tall, two hundred pounds, with blue eyes that would attract any slut. In real life, he looked like a bitch and never showed any sharp edges. But when he orders someone to do something, he never compromises, which is why, I will be like a slave when he needs it.Just like that, lick his beautiful black leather shoes. I watched Tony grow up, get married and start a Family when he was 23, and I felt like I was free and able to spend more time with Long. But Lang is not as close as he was before we got married. To be precise, he is a little distant. He is always busy with his work, and he is a little too involved in his work. This has caused friction in our relationship, although he will still be there when he is free. Sometimes he would have rough sex with me, but he couldn't cultivate his "Home slut" on his own. A week ago, Long showed me an adult magazine with gruesome scenes of slavery. In an article written by the "director of a California School for Prostitutes," he described in detail a woman's "training course." When I knelt at the master's feet again, licking his leather shoes with my hands behind my back, I asked: "Master! Do you also want me to go to this School?" My tone made him very unhappy, "Tonight you Always wear the gag when you sleep. Even though I have spent a lot of time training you to be a real slut, you are always not satisfied with me. There is no doubt that it is a matter of time at some point. If you don’t really obey me, you must be strictly Trained. I can’t spend all my rest time training you, so I want you to go to this School.” I felt that there were cracks in our relationship. I remember a few times. The first time I didn't shave my pubic hair cleanly because I was in a hurry to go to work, so I was severely punished by him. On other occasions, when he summoned the "obedient slave", I was in a trance, in a daze, or immersed in a space of self-satisfaction. I also once ran around in front of him wearing women's pants and stockings that he was extremely disgusted with. This all proves that "sometimes, I don't respect my master enough." Although Lang would lecture me severely when I caused him dissatisfaction, I could understand him. No matter what, he was the master after all. "Bitch wants to go to School," I said. I feel a little aggrieved. I am a working woman and a mother, and there are many daily pastimes here. Lang bent down and held up my head to face him, "I love you. When you completely become my slave, I will love you forever. As a master, I know yourself better than you do. I do this for Hello, this is also the best decision I can choose. I have always thought that you need training in sex skills. We are very picky about the quality of sex, but you are far, far behind. We have a School in front of us. Vocational training School for sluts, this is pretty much just for us, they know how to make you an obedient slave, you will go through two months of training in that concentration camp, and when you come out you will be what I am after "HouseWife", I guarantee that the sex after that will be crazy."I love Lang very much and I think he is a real man. I don’t like effeminate “half-men”, let alone immature boys and henpecked cowards. In my impression, a man should proudly step on his female slave (I have to say that I have omitted some words because there are female readers), but I don’t want to leave him, I feel sad and Anxious, but I also want to show courage to my master. After that, Lang didn't say a word to me again. After dinner, he invited me to dance, but I knew that he had made up his mind. He would not have sex with me again until I came back from the "Whore School." A week later, he left me naked in the garage with the "School for Whores" pamphlet in my hand. I spent the entire night feeling cold, helpless, scared, and sad. I could no longer serve my master. At four o'clock the next morning, I was taken away by the caravan of the "Prostitute School". In the car, I saw four other women who were still in a trance. I didn't take them seriously at all. I wanted to let my master treat them as I'm proud. Section 2 Later I discovered that my departure provided Lang with an opportunity to have fun with other women. He might have abandoned me. I knew that during the period after we got married, he was still having sex with other women. He is the master, and he knows this. Even if he does something, I will not ask any questions. Sometimes, he would deliberately tell me about his affairs, hoping that I would not be able to control my emotions, so that he could take the opportunity to punish me. In any case, after all, his cheating was not frequent, and he didn't let himself get involved in it. I have learned to be tolerant of him since I was a student. At that time, Lang often went out to find some sluts to have sex with. I thought that everything now might be his long-term plan. His secretary was eventually obsessed with him, he was indeed very attractive to women. While I'm away these days, he gets a good chance that her secretary will become his new blowjob slave, and of course, they can do this dirty stuff in the Office. Moreover, she was also available to provide sexual services to Long when Long needed it. She is twenty years old, unmarried, and beautiful with long black hair. This Spanish girl also has a very strong tendency to be abused. I think the owner has seen through this and decided to use this time to let her understand her better. sexual tendencies. Earlier, he took her out for supper every night. I clearly remember that during these days, Lang just asked her to perform Oral Sex for him for twenty-one days! In the end, she became a completely obedient slave, and Lang was this kind of man. I also knew that Lucie Lang had had sex many times. She was a twenty-two-year-old girl whose parents, Law and Jill, were old friends of ours. I saw her on the night of her graduation. Like a Teenage girl, sitting on Lang's lap and flirting with himAffection. In Lang’s eyes, she is undoubtedly a suitable Candidate for a slave girl. There is also Amanda, a sixty-year-old woman, but her appearance is stunning beyond her age. Many things happened to them in the Office in Las Vegas. Although these women still live around us, Lang decided to end these complicated relationships, so I am still the most important person to him. When I regained consciousness in the black caravan, I adjusted my posture and the thin blanket under me. With the dim light, I looked at the other three sluts in the car. One was a slender Asian woman. She looked to be thirty-five years old, the other was a somewhat overweight African-American woman in her fifties, and there was a very attractive old Caucasian woman, who looked to be about sixty years old, with an average figure. Finally, She is a short, fat Caucasian woman about my age. I looked around at these sluts (you can notice that when I address men or women, I always try to use the same language as my master), they were all completely naked, and their pubic areas were covered in the same way as mine. They were clean shaven, and they held the booklet tremblingly in their very silky hands. “We’re almost at Napa Valley ahead.” The black woman told me. At this moment, I finally figured out the direction, and I nodded. "How did you get here?" she asked me, "My master doesn't like the eggs I boiled for him yesterday." From her familiar tone, I heard the pride of being a humble slave girl. I know I feel the same way, but this sentence stings me at the same time. She respects and admires her master more than I do. "That's not the only reason." After a pause, she blamed herself. of course, this is just a formality, not simply to vent his anger on her. A real master always has his own grand plan. "My master sent me there as punishment," I said, trying to gain the upper hand over the black woman. I was surprised to see the other three women nodding silently - as if they understood it too. They are all despicable "shoe-licking slaves" like me. For us, men are always right. A part of my consciousness hates this idea and thinks it is dirty, but when I use these words to others When she said it like a slut, the twisting of her insides made me feel extremely happy. There is no doubt that I am a beautiful woman, but I am also a very depraved little slut. The old white woman said, "My husband is forty-five years old and I am sixty-five. We have been married for fifTeen years. During this time, we have maintained a dominant and submissive relationship (D/S ), I don’t know what to say, not all men dare to look directly at my nipples, and even more choose to flinch. You know - when you see a dripping labia opening, but not.Dare to touch it? Some years later Tom became seriously obsessed with D/S and S/M, and I took to it like a duck to water. (How do foreigners like aducktowater say they are like a fish in water?). In Mayday, he really likes to punish my body very much, and I need him like this. You can't imagine the feeling of being knocked unconscious by the master. I have always hated those men who "please you like a pug just to have sex with a woman." “Tom knows how to treat women. In our Home, I am a little deer who pleases my master. I can happily lick his butt at any time. For six years, I have been doing what my master asks me to do, and these are the happiest times in my life. When I discovered this School online, I begged my master to send me there. "In my imagination, Asian women will have very strong foreign accents, but the slut in front of me obviously has a high level of English education. She said in perfect and fluent English: "I used to be a real estate agent - often Working outside the Home, Yao Bo hopes that I can become a full-time Home slave, so that he can humiliate me in his own way. He said that there are cowboy boots and fascist masters..." Her voice trailed off, and we Bursting into laughter, something that most women find shameful is our favorite. I was thinking in my heart, "If he treated her differently, she would probably laugh at him instead." Lucy continued to speak frankly, but her tone was a little trembling: "In your words, I am an ABC— —A Chinese born in the United States, my parents were immigrants, but they wanted me to be a "real" American girl. Therefore, I naturally had a rebellious mentality. When I was studying at the university of California, Berkeley, I deliberately Go looking for boys with East Asian accents. At my sister's wedding, I met Yao Bo, who was twenty years older than me and completely Chinese. He had been married twice and had seven children. I was dressed beautifully that day, and I know how to seduce a man with clothes and compliance. His eyes completely captivated me, so while his Wife and three children were having dinner, we made love wildly in the Bathroom. It’s so exciting! Yao Bo is the patriarch of the School. Twenty years of living in the United States have made him a complete American. Most women would dodge him as if they saw a devil, but I am completely attracted to him. I don’t desire him. To get love, I just hope that he will vent it on me. Yao Bo fell in love with the United States in the past twenty years. He said that he used to dote on women. He brought his first Wife here from Taiwan, but also because He lost her because of doting on her. He met his current Wife in Hong Kong and she was working in the United States. However, he felt that the relationship between them was about to break up. To make a long story short, when Yao Bo and I walked into the church, my labiaAlready pierced, and underneath my wedding dress, I was wearing a chastity belt, which he said would give me my first time, in a real wedding, where he made me his real woman, a complete A woman who has lost her right to sex. ” We felt the enthusiaSM and pride in Lucy’s words. The caravan was not comfortable, we didn’t know where it would go, and we were naked in the cold air, but here, we did not feel bored! Through the conversation, we felt that each other’s faces were heating up. We are both beautiful and highly educated, and we know that the life we ​​pursue is incompatible with today's feminist liberaliSM

Contrary to each other, I even said, During this period of time in the caravan, I felt extremely consTrained like never before. It was like a caravan abandoned by God. In it, we shared the privacy of Lovers and servants, and shared the femininity. Hidden privacy! We are proud of our origins, which is a pride of being a woman. Through physical pain and suffering, our Master develops our hidden essence, a womanhood that extinguishes herself for the one she loves, a blessing from God that is no longer limited to Pleasure. Pain can transform a woman into a real woman, and we are proud that our owners understand this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am a newbie, please click "Thank you" to support me if you like it. Thank you for your enthusiastic and selfless sharing. Wow, it is well written. , is there any content about outdoor training?