Appropriate punishment

 It only happened because I find leather so exciting. This smooth, cool material that first attracts me and then makes me happy. There is no other way of explaining it, and certainly no one to understand why what happened, what happened ...

I had worked for the same company for a long time, had secured my secure position over the years, I had a nice salary on my account on the first of the month and my colleagues were generally okay. I had never mixed my personal life with my professional life. It was nobody's business what I did in my spare time. And if someone had found out, they would have thought badly or disparagingly of me. Better to keep a low profile on this. I didn't want anyone to know about my sexual preferences ...

I had found that the only way to be satisfied, I mean to be adequately satisfied, was to be achieved solely through dominance with myself. I needed the gentleman to punish me and could only get adequate satisfaction in the appropriate punishment. My relationships usually didn't last very long because I had never found a partner who could endure my submissive inclinations over the long term. That left me with changing affairs or one-time sexual contacts, which wasn't the best, but also not the worst.
Still, I naturally longed for a long-term relationship with someone I could be unconditionally subservient to and trust unconditionally.

One day our company was bought up by one of our largest rival companies. We got new employees, many old ones were given notice and the entire executive suite was replaced. One colleague after the other had to introduce themselves to the top boss, were eyed and then dismissed, usually in disgrace, to his old job. Some had to change their position and were often downgraded and rarely upgraded in their salary class. What I'd heard about the new boss so far was really hair-raising. He should be a real disgust. I had only seen him once from a distance and actually couldn't make up my mind. I just hoped, like most of my colleagues, that he would be bearable somehow. That the happiest time of my life should begin with him,
When it was my turn to be assessed by him, I nervously walked into his office. He sat with his back to me, talked long and hard on the phone and paid no attention to me for a while. His behavior didn't exactly make him likeable and I had no choice but to wait and see with increasing anger. Then finally he turned to me with a swing and stared at me. I blushed under his piercing gaze. First red, then pale and I got warm, then hot. For whatever reason. A hot wave shot through my body as he looked at me. He looked at me carefully. Very detailed. Too detailed. He hadn't done that with my colleagues. He had mostly ignored them during the entire interview.
When he finally spoke to me, my hair straightened and my abdomen became restless. My nipples tingled a lot and, much to my annoyance, they straightened up. I glanced down furtively and saw with horror that they were squeezing through the thick fabric of my bra and the even thicker fabric of my blouse. I was amazed to see the change in my body. And suspected something that I actually could not have suspected yet. When I could no longer look past him without appearing rude, I met his appraising look of cool, light, gray eyes, which confirmed to me what my body had known for a long time ...
After half an hour of conversation, I had received a decent pay raise and had been appointed second chief secretary with an immediate disposition. I left the room shaking my legs, looking forward to working with him more closely.
When I was back at my desk, still very confused by the conversation, I summarized what had happened. My new boss, a man in his fifties, with a bald head and an untrained figure, a coarse face and a piercing look, had triggered something in me that I knew all too well: the urge for total, submissive satisfaction!
My desire to be close to him grew stronger day by day. I consciously sought his closeness and in my position I had the best reasons for it.

It was a Monday afternoon when he called me over. He seemed to be in a bad mood, which kind of aroused me. "What did you think of that letter?" He growled angrily and added "Probably nothing ...".
I looked with interest at the letter he reproachfully held out to me, and with my practiced eyes I discovered a ridiculous little mistake that was not worth mentioning. I looked at him apologetically and waited, my heart pounding. There was something in the air that I thought I had been waiting for years. "If you didn't have such great tits ..." I hadn't misheard!
"Still - punishment must be!" He pushed his chair aside, got up and grabbed my arm. Not gentle, not rough. "Lie over my desk!"
Anything that would have been incredible, unacceptable, and inexplicable to anyone else made perfect sense to me.
I deserved and expected the sentence. Obediently, I lay down on the lacquered table. He jerked my skirt up and whistled softly through his teeth. Since I started working for him, I wore my leather underwear almost every day. And just today I had chosen the tiny dark red panties that were opened in the crotch.
"You beast. Think you can provoke me with your laundry ... Well wait! "
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull a long red whip out of his desk drawer. It was made of beautiful braided leather and excited me instantly. He stroked my bum with the smooth material. Back and forth. Circled my buttocks and let the ends slide slowly through my legs. I groaned in surprise when I suddenly felt the knob of the whip in my open panties. And moaned louder as he introduced it into me. I closed my eyes blissfully. My boss pulled it out again and examined it closely. "You are due, my child!" He grinned arrogantly. "You need a lot of punishment." He hit my bottom with the ends of the whip for the first time. The sweet pain caused an overwhelming excitement in me. I longed for more blows. For sweeter pain. And he would be ample in his punishment, I hoped.
The telephone rang. I held my breath. He picked up the phone. "Yes please?" It had to be the secretary. "Not now! I don't want to be disturbed… ”Nobody would dare to come in unless he asked. And nevertheless …

He pulled my panties off and hit them again. Harder. More ruthless. My pleasure level swelled up. My nipples wanted out of my bra and blouse. I grabbed her and hugged her tightly. My abdomen vibrated to the beat of his beats. And again he inserted the whip-pommel. Longer, deeper, and it rotated inside me until I bit my fists in excitement. Disappointingly, he pulled the lustful toy out too quickly. His blows really hurt now. He turned my head and kissed me demanding. It was the best kisses of my life. Then he alternated between the external and internal punitive application at a rapid pace. He pulled the whole whip more and more urgently between my thighs. Back to front and back again. "N / A, My goodness? How do you like your treatment? ”I whimpered with relish my delight and had to withdraw, not to express my greed too loudly and for someone in front of the door.
I turned my head as far as I could and stared delightedly into his lascivious contorted face. I had never been possessed by such an unattractive man. I had never craved punishment like this before. I watched impatiently as he unbuttoned his pants and took out his stiff member. It was a lot bigger than I hoped it would be. It would do me good ...
When he penetrated me with a red face, wet with sweat from exertion and greed, I felt very close to heaven. Although he thrust hard, he did not let the whip rest, but continued to work my butt with the pommel. It would be nice and red the next morning and I would find it hard to sit. His movements were hectic and a little awkward. I certainly had better lovers, but none of them had given me such submissive pleasure. But his excitement was perfect. He pushed on endlessly. My body writhed in ecstasy when I suddenly felt the butt of the whip on my anus. I shamelessly begged him to introduce it.
He laughed excitedly and whispered in my ear, “You can't get enough. I knew it. I knew it when I saw you coming through my door ... "
His member and the leather knob seduced and spoiled me. Put me in unrestrained greed and suppressed every reasonable thought in me. Should the secretary come in, everyone should see what he was doing to me. It would just give me more pleasure. But of course the door stayed locked while he treated me so wonderfully. The knob slid deeper and deeper into me and provided the most animalistic pleasures, while his powerful penis finally drove me to a releasing orgasm. We almost came together. Sweating and moaning, he collapsed on my back, while his hot lust mingled with mine like an all-devouring stream.
I gasped as we melted together and the knob deep inside me caused a pain that crowned my climax.

"Get dressed again!" He had himself amazingly well under control, while I was struggling to keep my composure. It took a while to transform myself under his surly gaze into the at least outwardly well-behaved secretary who had only entered his office a few minutes ago.
"I don't need you today!" I smiled at him, embarrassed. “But that doesn't mean that your sentence has already been atoned for.” Hope rose in me. "From now on I'll be watching you closely." He cleared his throat. "And with the smallest mistake ..."
We've been a couple ever since. The rude, coarse boss and I, his gentle, petite secretary. Does anyone suspect something? And if so. I do not care. The only thing that matters is that I get the appropriate satisfaction from him through appropriate punishment ...

The Como Variant

 During this visit to Lugano, too, it only took a smart smile from the discreetly made-up woman with the inconspicuous ash-blonde pony to spark Luca's passion.
The Swiss cooed: “You haven't worked in Ticino for a long time, Sophia. My little master thief hasn't gotten a day older since the last foray - and still disguises herself as a gray mouse! "
“That and my ability to assess risks guarantee that the judiciary only sees me from behind.” This also meant that they had their own passport for each region in which they worked. In the Italian part of Switzerland and Lombardy she was Sophia Schmidt. She told the Swiss that she was spying on a villa in Como. While he poured her red wine, he beamed: “I am glad that you are going on a hunt across the border. The Italians can live better than we Swiss with the fact that some things disappear. ”
As their conversation continued, the enterprising twinkle in his eyes told her that Luca was not only interested in her latest coup.
Half an hour later the two were in bed. That was one of the reasons why the North German had visited her partner, with whom she had been working trustingly for over ten years. Luca knew how to interpret her feelings like hardly any other man. He was a true master at steadily increasing her desire and delaying the explosion of her lusts indefinitely. Whenever she was close to the summit, he reduced his tender caresses. Sophia writhed with her thighs wide apart in the sweet torment that Lucas' ingenious tongue brought her. She vibrated with pleasure, whimpered and moaned. Her fingers pressed his curly black head vigorously against her dissolving sex.
"Please, Lu-uuh-Luca: finally release me!"
But he made her suffer just before the summit. The tip of his tongue only dabbed lightly over the bulging pleasure button of his playmate. Sophia went mad. She jumped up and turned him onto his back. Luca grinned broadly. He loved it when his lovers, who had become completely uninhibited after patient foreplay, took what they needed. And Sophia took it - took in its ready vitality. Lucas Kraft slipped deep into her ardent yearning, filled it, stretched it. Sophia gasped enthusiastically and rode off as if 100 police officers were after her. The massage of his hands, which devoted themselves emotionally to her small, firm breasts, made her groan ecstatically - the vehemence of the love organ smacking her with pleasure drove her to ecstasy. After just a few twitches, she was shaken by a tremendous climax! Now it was all about Lucas's reluctance. He roughly threw the rider out of the saddle. Now Sophia was lying on her back, panting - he lunged at her. Gasping with greed, he jumped on her and sought his satisfaction with powerful thrusts. Sophia lashed out uncontrollably, raging under his impetuous love attack. When he screamed out his lust with a roar and she felt how he discharged into her, Sophia was carried away by his passion. A second, filling climax rushed through her body. Panting with greed, he jumped on her and sought his satisfaction with powerful thrusts. Sophia lashed out uncontrollably, raging under his impetuous love attack. When he screamed out his lust with a roar and she felt how he discharged into her, Sophia was carried away by his passion. A second, filling climax rushed through her body. Panting with greed, he jumped on her and sought his satisfaction with powerful thrusts. Sophia lashed out uncontrollably, raging under his impetuous love attack. When he screamed out his lust with a roar and she felt how he discharged into her, Sophia was carried away by his passion. A second, filling climax rushed through her body.
Unfortunately, the business part of their reunion was less successful. Luca confessed that his middleman, who had previously reliably supplied him with the wiring diagrams for the latest alarm systems, had to go underground.
He asked, “Don't you have any other object in mind? One that is not secured with the most modern system? ”
“ There are only two comparable villas. The one in Luino has a terribly professional security service and the treasures that could be fetched in Ancona cannot be hawked without leaving clear traces. ”
“ Do you want to break off your guest performance? ”, Luca asked sadly.
"No. I've already invested too much in this project. I have the blueprints, I know where the safe is hidden - I can crack it ... I'll try another variant to get to the Como villa. "
" You stay, fine! We can meet more often! "
" Let's see, this variant requires physical effort! "
Sophia drove back from Lugano to Como in her rented 5-series BMW, which was inconspicuous in the area of ​​the rich, where she had rented a private accommodation 100 meters above the west bank of the lake. From her apartment she not only had a fantastic view over Lake Como, but was also able to observe the object of her desire in the Panoramica San Pietro: the villa of Eleonora Colini. The sophisticated property was surrounded by a high wall, monitored by cameras. Sophia was observing the Colini villa with her powerful binoculars, which she had set up on a tripod. As on the two previous Mondays, the staff had 24 hours off from noon. And like every Monday at 11 p.m., a blue Alfa Spider was parked in the driveway. An elegantly dressed lady, whose straight black hair almost reached to the wasp waist, got out and stumbled with a suitcase to the portal on the wall. She said something on the intercom. The gate opened briefly and she slipped inside. Sophia's plan was based on this person. She called it the Como variant.

At dawn the diva came out of the villa again. Like the week before. When she got into her Alfa, Sophia was already waiting in her limousine. She had trouble following the stranger. The Alfa Lady drove extremely quickly. After 20 minutes, she parked her sports car on the northern outskirts of Monza and disappeared into a well-kept apartment complex.
For the next two days, Sophia observed the Alfa Lady. Their entire investigation revealed that, as suspected, it was a luxury call girl. Her name was Chiara. It could be booked through the Desiderio agency. Her fee was like her figure: breathtaking!
Sophia phoned Chiara's manager to arrange a meeting at a Milan hotel. She had given notice of the apartment in Como. Although the hotel room was cheaper than her residence on Lake Como, the master thief groaned: Her expenses kept getting higher - after all, she had to dress fashionably for her new role and needed colored contact lenses. A visit to the hairdresser was also necessary. Sophia had her hair cut short and dyed red. But the loot of historical gold coins targeted in the Colini villa justified all expenses.

Chiara appeared on time. Today she had teased her long hair into an ornate tower. She wore exclusive jewelry, was perfectly made up - looked like a model from the cover of Vogue. Her German was just as bumpy as Sophia's Italian - but the thief had not booked the call girl to make conversation.
She eyed Chiara attentively: the busty Italian was wearing Gucci sunglasses, an emerald green Versace suit and Pradas in exactly the same shade.
Sophia crunched: Should she change industries? This Chiara also earned hard money - only her professional risk was significantly lower! But Sophia was a thief out of passion. The thrill of hunting for prey satisfied her more than the handsome sums of money she received from stolen goods after her raids.
Sophia introduced herself as the owner of a boutique chain from the Rhineland, who was looking for a bit of sophisticated relaxation between exhausting negotiations with her fashion suppliers. She would also be reluctant to visit the Verdi Opera in La Scala the next Sunday without an accompaniment.
Chiara confessed that she would love Verdi operas - and German women. Perfect - also because Sophia hadn't had an affair with a woman for a long time. She felt that she was facing a special kind of adventure with this rattle lady. Sophia lured the call girl into the bathroom and asked hypocritically if she could soap her up a little.
Chiara licked her full strawberry lips and breathed with an erotic timbre: “You want to take a shower, Signora? Or full the bath ?! ”
A hot-cold tingling sensation ran down Sophia's back, igniting cozy warmth in her lap. When she felt Chiara's hands pulling them off, the warmth turned into heated need.
Under the warm shower of the shower, Sophia watched, fascinated, Chiara's successful strip. She knew her trade. The Italian, who might be in her mid-twenties, peeled off her designer clothes so lasciviously that Sophia was really getting wet everywhere. But even more than the exotic figure in the seamless bronze brown, Sophia was aroused by the look of the call girl. The Italian's large, dark eyes fixed her - her eyes burned palpably on her skin.
Chiara stroked her thighs with her manicured fingers over her firm stomach, stroked her round heavy breasts until her nipples stiffened, and whispered: “Tedesca - beautiful woman. I'll wash off - va bene! ”She pulled the hairpins out of her tower of curls, shook her head. Her thick, silky, shiny strands flowed around her distinctive shoulders. Sophia groaned: This Signora was sin personified!
With graceful, smooth movements, the servant stepped into Sophia's shower. She stood behind her, hugged her gently and snuggled against Sophia's back. The thief began to gasp when she felt the hot breath of the black-haired woman on her neck, when she heard soft words that she did not understand. It sounded flattering, sounded obscene in a way. Sophia's knees went weak. The heat in her lap became unbearable - how much she wished Chiara would not just rub the fruity-scented apricot shampoo on her arms and stomach! After endless, wonderfully tender pats, which almost let Sophia's lust boil over under the warm water jets, her playmate got down to business. At last! The Italian stood in front of her client and began to kiss her breasts gently. Then she nibbled and licked Sophia's hard buds in a way that she had never experienced in such finesse. Shortly thereafter, she merged with Chiara in a stirring French kiss. Sophia was thrilled: This fabulously depraved girl tasted like pure sex! The Italian now began to moan with pleasure as well. She kneaded the German's bosom with her left hand and grabbed her crotch with her right. Sophia pushed her abdomen, which was twitching with impatience, towards the soulful fingers of her love servant to pick her up. Chiara's play in her vagina was terrific! She massaged her so skillfully that her clitoris was stimulated at the same time. Sophia let herself fall, enjoying the act with her eyes closed. Shortly thereafter, she merged with Chiara in a stirring French kiss. Sophia was thrilled: This fabulously depraved girl tasted like pure sex! The Italian now began to moan with pleasure as well. She kneaded the German's bosom with her left hand and grabbed her crotch with her right. Sophia pushed her abdomen, which was twitching with impatience, towards the soulful fingers of her love servant in order to receive her. Chiara's play in her vagina was terrific! She massaged her so skillfully that her clitoris was stimulated at the same time. Sophia let herself fall, enjoying the act with her eyes closed. Shortly thereafter, she merged with Chiara in a stirring French kiss. Sophia was thrilled: This fabulously depraved girl tasted like pure sex! The Italian now began to moan with pleasure as well. She kneaded the German's breast with her left hand, and grabbed her crotch with her right hand. Sophia pushed her abdomen, which was twitching with impatience, towards the soulful fingers of her love servant in order to receive her. Chiara's play in her vagina was terrific! She massaged her so skillfully that her clitoris was stimulated at the same time. Sophia let herself fall, enjoying the act with her eyes closed. grabbed her crotch with his right hand. Sophia pushed her abdomen, which was twitching with impatience, towards the soulful fingers of her love servant in order to receive her. Chiara's play in her vagina was terrific! She massaged her so skillfully that her clitoris was stimulated at the same time. Sophia let herself fall, enjoying the act with her eyes closed. grabbed her crotch with his right hand. Sophia pushed her abdomen, which was twitching with impatience, towards the soulful fingers of her love servant to pick her up. Chiara's play in her vagina was terrific! She massaged her so skillfully that her clitoris was stimulated at the same time. Sophia let herself fall, enjoying the act with her eyes closed.
Suddenly the shower stopped. What was now
Her partner had taken the shower from the wall bracket, switched the nozzles from wide sprinkles to a concentrated jet and was now holding it to her bottom. Involuntarily, Sophia's bottom stretched towards the powerful jet of water so that the hot impulse could wash into her anus! Sophia roared under this unprecedented stimulation, gasped as the fingers rubbed on and in her shame more and more wildly. These intimate massages were sensational!
Chiara had to hold on to her partner - because Sophia's trembling legs buckled when a lustorcan roared through her body. Sophia could only whimper: Nobody had whipped her to the climax so quickly!

Sophia also met Chiara the next day. They went out to eat after the stroll, had phenomenal sex at night. Sophia spent Saturday in Lugano, on Sunday she and Chiara visited La Scala in Milan. After the Verdi opera, they made love to the point of exhaustion. With her head hanging, Chiara confessed to her customer: “Ti voglio bene, Sophia.”
“You fell in love with me? Oh dear! ”
“ Si - in my profession: impossibile! ”
“ Why? You are free. Don't chain yourself to this job. ”
“ I need the money, love the luxury - and you! ”
“ Oh Chiara: You are wonderful! ”Whistled Sophia. “I like you very much too. But unfortunately I have to go back to Düsseldorf soon. But we'll see each other again tomorrow, won't we? "
“Naturalmente”, Chiara sighed sadly, “but I have an appointment in Varese for lunch. At night in Como. We can go to Ristorante in the evening, si? ”
When they had dinner in Monza the next day, as agreed, Chiara poked listlessly at her plate. She turned pale and complained of stomach cramps. Sophia feigned concern, but was pleased that the remedy she had secretly dumped Chiara into the Bardolino was so reliable. Sophia drove the call girl home.
Chiara groaned in pain: “No - I can't possibly go to Eleonora Colini. Che peccato, widow always very generous! ”
“ Can I stand in for you, dear? ”
“ YOU? No! Signora Colini is - as you say? Is egg, schruggelich! "
"Tricky and quirky? Oh - if already: we are friends! And I love erotic adventures - I've always wanted to know how you feel as a call girl ... I'll give you the fee too! ”
Chiara stared at Sophia in disbelief:“ You would do the job for me? ”
“ Call her, recommend me . If she agrees, the deal will work! ”
Sophia was sweating blood and water - everything now depended on this consent! It was the big hurdle in the Como variant.
It was too high: Colini promptly refused!
But Chiara did not give up. She praised her German colleague in the highest tones.
The widow remained skeptical. When she found out that Sophia's discretion was beyond reproach and that she was a cunnilingus virtuoso, she finally accepted Chiara's representative.
The call girl explained to Sophia about the peculiarities and special wishes of Colini. Holding her rumbling belly, she groaned: “Take my Alfa. Behind the passenger seat is a suitcase that you need in Villa. Have fun! ”
With a triumphant grin, Sophia drove north. Shortly after 10 p.m. she reached Como. At a rest area she prepared Chiara's utensils and then drove up the mountainside to the Panoramica San Pietro. She parked the Alfa Spider and rang on eleven o'clock with the call girl's suitcase at the portal of the Villa Colini.
But apart from a faint crackle in the intercom, nothing moved.
Sophia tried unsuspectingly to smile at the camera. Why didn't the widow open the door? Didn't she like it? Had the tedious preparation been completely in vain? The sex with Chiara was wonderful, but in the end it was only a means to an end ...

When a croaking: "Mi dica?" And shortly afterwards a "You wish?" Rang out, Sophia breathed a sigh of relief.
“Buonasera Signora Colini. My name is Sophia Schmidt. My friend Chiara from Monza sent me. ”
Finally the gate hummed. A remote-controlled headlight cone accompanied them through the park with mighty cypress trees. Sophia climbed a gallery in front of the villa. There the mahogany door, studded with silver rivets, opened as if by magic.
Sophia entered, called shyly: "Hello - Signora Colini?" There was no answer - there was no one to be seen in the entrance hall.
The door closed behind her.
Sophia took a deep breath, clung to the handle of the suitcase. She knew: the job here would be challenging ...
She walked down a torch-lit corridor, descended a narrow spiral staircase. She came into a dungeon-like vaulted cellar. Heavy iron rings and chains hung from the rough rock walls, and in the center of the room was a wooden table covered with furs. Sophia swallowed: except for the puffy smell of musk, everything reminded of a medieval torture chamber!
“Benvenuto!” Suddenly boomed a rough alto voice behind her. Startled, Sophia whirled around, couldn't believe her eyes - Chiara hadn't said anything about that! The master thief had already met some obscure personalities on her tours, but the woman who just stepped out of a dark niche was unique! It was a darkly made-up lady dressed in a matt black dominatrix dress. Her oily, shiny black hair was knotted at the neck. Eleonora Colini looked well-trained: She was athletic, slim, almost muscular - might be 40 years old. Sophia was pleasantly surprised; she had imagined the widow Colini to be much older. In her gloves she held a formidable whip. Colini walked up to Sophia with her head raised proudly, smiled coolly and after a long silence said in accent-free German: “My sweet Chiara would have been just as amazed as you, sweetheart - this room was only completed the day before yesterday. By the way, they were German craftsmen. Nice job, isn't it? Now I want to see how much pain a German professional can take. "
"Enough - but it doubles the usual fee," said Sophia coldly.
"Pah - money doesn't matter!" Hissed the Colini. After paying in cash, she asked: "I hope you are familiar with all SM practices, slave?"
"Si, Signora," breathed Sophia, nodding submissively.
The Colini strutted around Sophia, who had to undress. It was explained to her that she had to carry out all orders exactly.
Sophia ground her teeth. When she said to Luca a week ago that the Como variant would require physical activity, she had thought of sex with a call girl, but never of appearing as a sex slave!
The first instructions were bearable. Sophia had to lie down naked on the shaggy fur, had to spread her legs and stroke herself. To her surprise, Sophia had to admit that she enjoyed teasing the wicked lady. She rubbed her pearl, felt more and more pleasure.
The lustful dominatrix roared: “Good thing - do it for you, slave. I want to see how your shame fills with pleasure! ”She came up to Sophie, inspected her.
“Did you dye your delta yourself? It's a darker red than on your head! ”
“ Forgive me, noble mistress, ”whimpered Sophia,“ I hope you like it… ouch! ”
A lash was the answer. Sophia whimpered and whimpered for mercy. The Colini, enjoying her power, struck again. It burned only lightly, but Sophia deliberately played the plaintive. The dominatrix laughed coolly at first, then knelt over Sophia's face and ordered: “Pamper me - Chiara said you were good. Prove it! ”
When Sophia dipped her tongue into Eleonora's sex, she was surprised. On the one hand about how exciting this woman tasted - on the other hand, how she herself got aroused by it! While she stimulated the dominatrix's pearl of pleasure, which was the size of a cherry stone, with the tip of her tongue, her own hand became more nimble at the crotch. Colini gasped, now took the braided whip handle, pushed Sophia into her femininity and began to push her with it.
Sophia pleaded: "Uohh, mistress - please not so hard!"
With that she achieved exactly the opposite - also with her feelings: The more forcefully she was penetrated by Eleonora, the hotter Sophia became! She was totally confused by her own reactions. She got so wild that she gurgled and sucked on Eleonora's private parts. The Colini cheered with relish, grew wetter and wetter. She gasped, verbally abused her pleasure slave - inciting herself and Sophia even further!
Suddenly the dominatrix cramped. It gurgled, groaned, and roared. When a sticky gush flooded Sophia's mouth, she knew that the lady who was trying to rob her had just come hard!
Sophia should now kneel on all fours on the table. She watched as the whip lady strapped on a black dildo and rubbed it with oil. She penetrated Sophia, clutching her hips as she did so. While Colini was busily pushing the supposed call girl, she pushed a finger into her anus, with the other hand she rubbed her clitoris. She rattled: "I want you to come, little slave ... ahh - and don't play anything to me - otherwise I would have to whip you mercilessly!"
There was no need for this threat. The irritation from the horny SM widow made Sophia so hot that she was caught in a powerful orgasm after a short time.
After she had recovered, Sophia breathed: “Oh, mistress - you have been so good to me. I want to show my gratitude. I have a wonderful love wand in my suitcase. May I
please my strict mistress with it? ” “ Does the artificial phallus have a robust engine? ”
Sophia nodded politely.
The dominatrix ruled her: "Show me!"
Sophia opened the suitcase and showed her customer a monstrous vibrator. The 40 centimeter long pleasure club was pitch black and had a massive glans.
Colini knew the mechanical joy dispenser from Chiara's range. She cooed: "Yes, this Rambo needs my hungry pussy now!" She snatched it from Sophia and turned the ring at the lower end of the shaft to set the vibrations going. It didn't work. She hissed: “Is that the much-vaunted German thoroughness? Stupid thing - you forgot to put in batteries! ”Growling aggressively, she unscrewed the battery compartment. Eleonora stopped short. It wasn't empty, but instead of the usual energy cells, a damp cloth was stuffed into the shaft. Amazed, she pulled it out, held it in front of her face and asked: “What is that? And why does it smell so special-der-bar ... "
The Colini rolled her eyes. Her legs buckled, she had to sit down. She gasped for breath, recovered - wanted to defend herself against the perfidious ambush. But it was too late: Sophia pressed the cloth soaked with ether into her face ...

Four hours later, Sophia shook her new friend in Monza awake. She kissed Chiara and asked: "Are you feeling better, honey?"
The Italian nodded dazedly. She rubbed her eyes drowsy.
"As it was in the widow?"
"Very nice. She was generous - best regards. Please get up: we're going on a trip. ”
“ But - it's getting light now ... Where do you want to go with me? ”
“To Vancouver - we could open a boutique there if you want. Italian fashion is very popular on Canada's Pacific coast. ”
“ Canada? I don't understand - that costs a lot of money! ”
“ A friend from Ticino will send me money. Come on, our plane will take off in two hours. ”
“ I can't fly with you. ”
“ You love me, don't you? ”
“ Yes, very much - but since Wednesday I can't find my passport. ”
“ Then just take the ” said Sophia with a mischievous grin and handed her a passport.
Chiara shook her head in confusion.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Urged Sophia, who nervously looked at her watch, "I'll tell you everything on the way."
Chiara stared at the ID. Only now did she realize that she only knew the passport photo. She mumbled, confused: "I'm Angela now?"
"Yes, my angel," remarked Sophia dryly, "I thought a name change would be appropriate."

Shortly afterwards, she introduced her friend Luca. The Swiss drove the two women to the Milan airport. That the Colini coin collection was in the trunk of the BMW, which Luca was gradually to sell in different countries, Sophia wanted to confess to her friend Angela first across the Atlantic - at a time when the employees in the Colini villa had their boss tied up and gagged on whose belly was written in lipstick: Grazie - it was nice with you. Ciao!