Addicted???

 

It drives me again --- I know I can't afford it, I shouldn't do it ----- my legs move like remote-controlled ---- in my head two thoughts are fighting their silent battle.

The one who is reasonable, the real thought, the ratio:

"No, don't do it, go home masturbating once or twice if you have to, until you can't no longer --------------- you can't afford it you've already had so many expenses this month you will be missing the money again in every nook and cranny -------- you will also miss it if you are on the road again and had time to go to a good studio ----- "

 

The other, the thought of the instinct

"Oh what the hell do you need it now you need the feeling, don't get going as you know but in the end I'll win ----------"

 

Something like that went round in my head, but my steps inevitably went in the direction of the local brothel, I know I have to turn around, but my legs no longer follow my will --- or do they? Are you just following the other's will?

 

I think I am slowly beginning to understand why sex offenders keep relapsing, even when they have been treated. As long as I am under control, cannot steal away, as long as I have my instinct under control.

But now??

My partner has gone away for a day and I have a storm-free place, can do what I want and the black thoughts in my head begin to take on a life of their own, the drive is getting stronger and stronger, demands satisfaction, a satisfaction that arises in the process, but only then after a short time (the intervals are getting shorter and shorter) to start again all the more violently.

I'm a zombie of my libido, an SM junkie, admit it to you and turn around ......

 

I have arrived at my destination. I walk slowly down the street looking for signs ... a woman in boots, a woman who wears lacquer, a woman who wears leather ......

The girls talk to me and want me to come with them.

"Fucking € 30, blowing € 50 ....... etc

I go to one or the other window when I see one of the girls in leather or with boots .......

 

The same questions over and over again, the same answers, no, they don't see what I'm looking for, they are not aware of the effect their clothes have on me.

I put them off with the fact that I want to look around a bit ... I get nervous because I see that none of the women thinks that I don't want to fuck normally, or that someone is blown to me but ........ ..........

 

I walk up and down the street, I'm already disappointed to admit that it just doesn't make sense, my rational part of the brain is already starting to triumph .......

I look up --- wasn't there any movement in the window?

I stop and wait.

 

I push myself into the shadow of the wall so that nobody can see me looking up there ... is that leather that you wear?

She combs her hair and puts on make-up in front of the open window. She wears a black top, I can see that, but is it made of leather or lacquer or just a shiny fabric?

 

"Come on, it doesn't make sense," my ratio reports.

"Wait a little longer, it doesn't cost anything"

 

She walks to the window and looks down in my direction, I think she can't see me ... it's too dark ... and yet I feel her gaze fix on me ... I lower my head not to look at you. ... she goes away from the window again ...

 

I'm already lighting my fifth cigarillo, smoking, briskly looking up at your window, the light is still on, I see how it is reflected in the open window, it still puts something on or puts something away ... the seconds creep slowly there and nothing happens.

 

But the light goes out I see a figure coming down through the curtained panes of the stairwell.

 

Where are you going ??? Here in the middle window there is light, the window is opened a crack. She sits down.

 

Now I see you up close for the first time, a good-looking face, no longer twenty, but not asleep either ..... She is wearing a patent leather body and black hold-up stockings. I don't see any more than that.

 

I detach myself from the shadow of the wall and only creep away in the other direction, when you can no longer see me, I turn around and stroll slowly towards your window.

 

I pretended not to look over and yet out of the corner of my eye I looked over ...... She noticed it very well, because she waved me over ...

 

I hesitated for a split second - my reason was to blame - but then I turned to your window.

She had a dark, melodious voice:

"Do you want to come in?" She asked while I tried to look over the ledge to see if she was still wearing boots ...

but the window sill hid everything below your waist.

 

I was deliberately casual

"... and what does it do ???" asked casually

"What you want costs a little more" was the surprising answer

"Huh" was my witty reaction.

 

"Come on, I've seen you from above and how you see, I know what you want"

 

Tell me what your inclinations are and we will find a solution. "

I was so amazed that I immediately began to tell that I just loved leather, boot restraints, etc. and that my taboos are not traces and injuries ”.

Well she said we can do something ... for 100 € you can come with us and we'll do a good half an hour session .....

I was speechless at the moment.

 

"What is it now, do you want to grow stuck here?"

 

The stern undertone in your voice tore me from my thoughts.

I looked at you and nodded silently.

 

"Then go to the door", I got up, closed the window and left without giving me another look.

 

I stood there for a second, dumb and stupid, and then moved quickly towards the door, the opener was already buzzing.

 

I went in and she just asked my name for a moment and then went ahead.

 

As I said, I had already seen the patent leather body and the stockings ---- but to my great delight, she also wore thigh-high black leather boots.

 

And while I followed her up the stairs, I felt my pants getting tight.

 

Once at the top we made the financial clear and I undressed.

 

I stood there without a word and looked at you.

 

She threw me a condom and I put it on, then she tied my balls very hard with a thin leather cord.

 

Without her saying a word, I fell on my knees and waited for your further orders.

 

Without a word, she sat down on a chair and just pointed to her boots. I immediately began to kiss her boots, over the sole, the heel (sticks it deep in my mouth and sucked on it), then I continued to lick the tips slowly up the shaft.

 

Arrived at the top of the shaft, she pulled my head up by the hair and looked into my eyes ..... Her fingernails began to play on my nipples, which I acknowledged with a great moan.

 

"So you like that slave pig" and took two small crocodile clips from the wall and attached them to the warts.

 

"And now down again and lick the other boot"

I started the licking ceremony from scratch.

 

"Kneel up straight and look at me"

 

She played with the clips and looked at me without saying a word.

 

"Tell me about your slave dreams"

 

I started to tell hesitantly about my dreams where I am forever delivered to a mistress, who forces me to be completely at her will, lends me to other mistresses, forces me to suck the cocks of other slaves, lends me to clubs where I come from get fucked in the back, forces me to drink your NS, etc ......

 

I told them and you listened, just a question now and then whether I would do this or that too .......

 

"How much money do you still have with you? and when do you have to be home again? "

 

I was upset, what is that supposed to mean?

 

“I have all night today and until afternoon tomorrow, mistress. Unfortunately I only have to put in 50 € "

 

I heard myself say that without even knowing why I was doing it.

"Well, it's not much, give it to me" and I obeyed your command as if in a trance.

 

“If you don't have anything with you, then you have to help me earn something tonight.

 

She put a leather collar on me, tightened it, and clicked on a dog leash. Now she took a dildo, pulled a preseer over it and pushed it up my bum without much care.

A harness followed that fixed the dildo in my ass. Weights were attached to the clamps and from your closet she got a pair of high heels in my size and put them on me.

My hands were handcuffed in the front.

She pulled me to my feet and I stood uncertainly on the heels in front of her.

 

"Take your clothes" and I collected my clothes, as soon as I had them in hand, they pulled me behind them on the line.

 

We went down the stairs and back to her "Koberzimmer" with the window facing the street.

I put my things in the corner and waited:

 

Now you kneel under the window and while I wait here for customers you will lick my boots all the time.

 

Handcuffed my hands behind my back and pulled me to the window.

You sat on your stool and I licked your boots .........................

 

In between I heard snippets of words when she tried to lure a suitor from the street.

Sometimes someone came to the window and asked about the price, or whether she would do it without a condom ...................... to my relief she sent him along immediately gone from an insult

 

I licked her boots incessantly, my knees ached, the nipples burned like fire, the dido in my ass filled me and my wrists were already sore from the steel of the handcuffs, my tongue was dry and rough.

 

Still, I was horny and didn't even dare to give a peek.

 

She got up and went to the corner and when she came back she pulled my head up and put a garden hose in my mouth.

 

I was so perplexed that I left the tube in my mouth and waited.

At the other end of the hose there was a funnel and I knew what was coming next.

She pushed the body aside in the crotch and put the funnel on and let it run.

 

Her warm urine poured into my mouth and I could barely keep up with the swallow. I drank for my life and luckily the spring dried up and I could breathe again.

I don't like NS, it's bitter and I usually have to choke, but here it came so quickly that I didn't even think about it and swallowed everything.

 

"Oh that's practical," I heard a voice. "So you don't lose any time and no suitor walks by while you're peeing"

 

It was her colleague from the next window who just came into the room.

 

"And what do you do with him when you have a guest?"

 

"I'll leave it here tied to the heater until I come back, or I'll get it up if the guest wants a slave's cock or if he wants to fuck the slave's ass."

 

"Great anyway, can you lend it to me then? I have to pee too "

 

The mistress passed the hose with the funnel to her colleague and put the other end back into my mouth.

I didn't have to wait long and her piss filled my mouth.

I swallowed everything and had to concentrate extremely not to throw up.

 

It was so humiliating, so humiliating, just to be used as a toilet by a complete stranger hooker.

Tears of shame came to my eyes, but the mistress only said:

 

"One word and you can go" I looked at her, my eyes begging her not to send me away and a cynical smile flew over your face.

 

She knew full well that I was an addict, the greater the pain and the deeper the humiliation, the greater my need for it became.

 

As if in a trance, I continued to lick the boots .......

 

"................ ok then come to the heating"

 

I woke up, what happened? The mistress had another guest and while he was going to the door she tied the dog leash to the heater. I had licked your boots in such a trance that I didn't even notice how she came to an agreement with another guest.

 

It was quiet in the room and I only heard the noises of people walking past the window.

 

The door opened ------------- the colleague from earlier came in. She looked at me and laughed. Unleashed the leash and pulled me to him .....

 

She sat on the stool of my mistress, spread your legs and pulled the panties aside in the crotch so that I could see your column.

 

“I had just fucked a client without a condom and the pig spit on me.

Come on, lick the crevice clean, but carefully "

 

I was disgusted, but she grabbed my hair and pressed my mouth to your column and I began to lick it.

 

She was already very wet and I really did not know whether it was sperm or whether she was just so wet with lust .................... I was also indifferent I licked and tried to find out what she was responding to most and soon I noticed how she was breathing harder. She closed the window and let the rolo down and then it went on and I brought her to orgasm with quick swipes of the tongue.

 

When she was done, she stood up without a word, tied me back on the heater and left.

 

I knelt there and waited .........

Finally the door opened and I saw the mistress come in. She saw the Rolo and knew immediately what had happened when she also saw my smeared face

 

"If you are so horny for licking slave bastards, then I can help you right away"

 

Untied the leash, took off the clamps (which I acknowledged with a loud scream and got myself a violent slap in the face) and pulled me behind him.

 

She opened a door and I saw that it was a toilet. She pulled me in and sat on the toilet and pulled me over, tucking my head between your open legs so that I could see into the bowl.

 

I was horrified to see the brown mass falling into the toilet, water splashed in my face and it stank, but she held my head inexorably.

 

Finally she was done and I almost passed out .............

 

She got up and turned around, sticking her bum in my face.

"Lick clean" was your only sharp command ------------------ I was disgusted and yet I slowly got my tongue to your anus and began to lick very carefully ..... ........... it tasted horrible, I choked and tried to crawl away, but she held me by the hair and just pressed my tongue deeper into your anus.

 

I don't know why, but despite the disgust I licked your anus meticulously clean.

 

It took a long time but finally I was done. She checked with a piece of paper and was satisfied with the result ..................

 

Get up and wash your shitty face and rinse your mouth out "

 

When I was done she pulled me up to her room.

 

There the customer was tied to the cross, he wore a leather mask and was blindfolded.

 

He was fat and short, and his tail hung pathetically under his apron like an unnecessary appendage.

My mistress began to whip the slave and with every blow his little cock got bigger and bigger ........

 

She put a condom on him and I began to whip my chest and stomach further.

 

Then she untied him and pulled me, kneeling to the cross, facing the room. She took the slave and pulled him to the cross, with uncertain steps he followed the mistress and his erect cock came closer and closer to my mouth.

 

She took the slave's cock and shoved it into my mouth, then tied the slave to the cross with her arms outstretched and fixed my face with a band around the slave's ass.

Said I could no longer spit out my tail or turn away.

 

This also made the slave's tail deeper than I would have voluntarily pushed into my throat.

 

"You will now blow the tail of the slave you cock slut until he comes and I will whip him for as long and only stop when he has hosed everything down"

 

I heard the clap of the whip and the wailing and moaning of the slave.

 

I also noticed that with every hit the bulwark got harder and the slave began to fuck movements.

 

His stiff cock moved back and forth in my mouth and I began to lick my tongue around his glans.

 

He pushed deeper and deeper into me and I redoubled my efforts so that he comes as quickly as possible and this elk-like humiliation has an end.

 

He was breathing faster and faster and I felt he was about to, I let my tongue circle even faster and then he injected his semen into the condom with a loud, hoarse scream.

He hung limp in his bonds and I noticed how his cock was already slowly becoming limp again in my mouth.

 

I wanted to get away, but the handcuff kept me in my position.

 

Only when the mistress had untied the slave was I also freed and immediately led to another room by her. The slave did not notice who had blown his cock.

 

I knelt in the room and heard how the mistress was still talking to the guest and how he thanked her and when saying goodbye promised to come back soon and then wanted to fuck the slave in the ass while he was whipped by the mistress.

 

The mistress came into the room and took me out.

“You helped me a lot there. The guest staked an additional € 100 for blowing "

While she was saying this, she tied me to the bed, fixed my arms and legs as well as my head and began to stimulate my nipples with the fingernails .......... I enjoyed the sweet pain and the feeling of the mistress sat on me ...

 

I was getting hornier and hornier and she knew how to drive me almost crazy over my nipples.

 

She held your mouth over my face and your spit dripped into my face, I licked the spit off and opened my mouth so that she let your saliva run into my face.

 

Suddenly she stopped stimulating the warts and with horror I saw what she was pulling out from behind your back -------------- needles.

 

She saw my horror and a diabolical smile enchanted her beautiful face.

 

Slowly she opened the strerile packaging and pulled out the first needle. My horror turned into a panic it was one of those thick needles that you take to draw blood.

 

"I get really wet in the crotch just thinking about how this needle will slowly slide through your breeding wart"

 

Her voice was hoarse, rough and I believed it was her that she was horny, but I was terrified.

 

She pulled the fetters tighter and I couldn't move my upper body anymore.

She took a rubber gag shoved it into my mouth and pumped it up mercilessly.

 

The tip of the needle came closer and closer, I was hyperventilating from panic, but you didn't care, she was only fixated on her own lust for pricking.

The tip approached my wart and I just closed my eyes, I wanted to and couldn't see what was coming.

 

The cold metal on my nipple and then the pain exploded in my chest (or was it in my head) and I screamed what I could into the gag. It took forever until she finally stuck the needle through her nipple.

 

I was done, I cried, pleaded and begged, but nothing got through the gag.

 

I saw through the veil of tears how she took out the second needle and surrendered to my fate ..............................

 

This torture also comes to an end at some point and I lay there exhausted and tied up.

 

She took the gag out of me.

 

“I now sit on your face and will start poking small needles through your skin around your warts while you lick me. I stick needles until you make me squirt "

 

She turned around I saw her column sink down on me and then it got dark.

 

I barely felt the punctures anymore, I concentrated on licking them and getting enough air. She was already very wet and it didn't take long (about 15 needles as I counted afterwards) until she had a tremendous orgasm.

 

She rubbed her crevice on my face for a long time.

 

At last she got up and stepped down from with me.

 

"You are good for something. Let's see what we will take with you today. It's only 10:00 p.m. and most of the business here is from 1:00 a.m. to around 4:00 a.m. I think we will both have a lot of fun today "

 

The small needles were pulled out again.

I lay down - as far as I could with the large needles in the nipples - on my stomach and the mistress began to prick small needles into my buttocks.

“I'll set you 30 needles, one for every year of my life. Then I don't need to worry that you will sit down and rest when I have one or two other guests later "

 

Now she put a thin loop of leather between the needle and the skin and hung a weight of 300g from each loop. Now the needle and nipple held the weight.

My warts became elongated and I felt the pulling pain over the needle in the nipple.

 

She washed herself and pulled me back down on the leash, where I knelt by your boots, licked them and waited with her which customers will bring us the night ---------------- -----------------------------