We finally got the key to our new apartment. Finally a realm just for us, in which nobody can disturb us anymore. We proudly unlock the door for the first time. As soon as it falls into the castle behind us, we hug happily and proudly. Konrad holds me tight and kisses me deeply. That I return this kiss only too willingly is confirmation enough for him to turn his plan into reality.
He loosens my black scarf and blindfolds my eyes with it. Now that one of my sensory organs has been robbed, I perceive with excitement how he slowly opens my blouse button by button. He gently pushes the bra over my chest and gently caresses my nipples. I congratulate myself inwardly on having decided to wear a blouse and skirt to celebrate the day. At times, female clothing does have its advantages.
Suddenly a sharp pain runs through my nipples. Taking a deep breath, I try to find out the cause of the pain. It feels like Konrad is digging his sharp fingernails deep into my nipples. Now he lets it roll back and forth between his fingers with relish, with undiminished pressure. I can imagine how he feasts on my pained face. What do I think of wearing a bra? He asks me. He asked me not to wear anything today. In contrition, I turn my head to the ground. It is true, the last time he tormented me, he made me promise not to wear underwear today. How could I have forgotten about it. Now I know why he grinned so maliciously when I got dressed in the morning. Probably he didn't do much the whole trip other than figure out how to punish me. Simmering hot comes over me that in my carelessness I have also put on underpants. Hopefully he won't be too angry about this further offense. I get nervous a little and try to hug him tighter. But he is of the opinion that I don't deserve his closeness and the feeling of security that comes with it. He loosens his fingers from my nipples, which causes me to take a short sigh of relief, and takes my hands to keep them clasped behind my back. With the second hand he gently strokes the thin nylon that covers my legs. He slowly feels his way up my thighs. The closer he gets to my gender, the more vigorous his movement becomes. He will soon notice that I did not obey his request here either. He is still nice and affectionate; it could have been that, unnoticed, I removed the superfluous piece of cloth. My nerves are tense to tear apart. What will he do when he realizes that the way to my innermost being is not free for him? I breathe a sigh of relief as he, obviously peaceful, makes his way under the layers of fabric with his hand and starts to stroke me.
Gradually my tension and fear of punishment dissolve and I surrender to his tenderness. He's just waited for that to continue with his rough treatment. He loves to surprise me, to hit me when I feel safe and relaxed. The pain that emanates from my labia now runs through my whole body. He shows me all too precisely the places where he would love to see two small silver rings. I have the feeling he wants to pre-drill the holes with his fingernails. Now I can also imagine very well how the heavy weights would feel on it, because it is precisely their effect that he senses with his relentless fingers. If it weren't for the disturbing substance he would probably try to pull my labia down to the floor. In the end it bites into my throat like a vampire, so that a short cry of pain escapes me. This is enough satisfaction for him for the time being and he lets go of something from me again.
I try to kiss him gratefully, but he turns away and pulls me by the hand into the next room. Still angry, he pulls my pantyhose and underpants down to my calves and puts me over my knee. While his hand conjures a delicate reddening on my now finally bare bottom, he declares the housewarming party open. He aimed blow by blow on my poor buttocks. He always works on a spot until I think I can't take it any longer and then look for a new patch of skin that he can maltreat. This is how I can tell that he really wants to punish me. Otherwise he always tries to give me some time after each stroke so that I can enjoy the pain. He also usually distributes the blows better in order to allow my skin to relax longer.
After he is of the opinion that my bum is now red and painful enough, he carefully lifts me down and takes off my pantyhose and panties for good. He gives me to understand that I have to wait for further things on my knees. Happy about the little break, I try to find out what he's going to do with me. I hear him rummaging in the bag he has brought with him and I am wondering what he will do with the breakfast things now. But I soon feel that he has taken other things with him unnoticed. While he ties my feet and knees together, he explains to me that he doesn't think it's so bad that I forgot to put on any underwear, but that I was wearing only pantyhose again instead of the stockings he wanted. He also thinks
After he has tied my legs tightly together, it seems to him the right time to strip me completely naked. Then he put me on my back and begins to devote himself to my nipples standing up steeply. While he alternately sucks one gently and digs his sharp teeth into it, he pinches the other between his thumb and forefinger and pulls hard on it. Although this game with my breasts makes my breath go faster, I try to counteract the somewhat uncomfortable pull. Konrad acknowledges this attempt with a short bite that quickly makes me forget my plan. I decide to give up my resistance and give myself completely to the feelings it creates in me.
After a while he has mercy on my increasingly sensitive nipples and turns me on my stomach to cuff my hands behind my back to my feet. In my opinion, I am pretty much immobilized now. But Konrad disagrees. He tells me that he now wants to get a few things and that I should move towards the study in the meantime. For every meter that I was from the middle of the room, he wanted to give me an extra penalty. To make my work at least a little easier, he takes my blindfold off. Blinking, I try to orient myself and realize that I still have a long way to go. Because of course he had to choose the room that is farthest away. When he closes the door behind him, I try to get towards the hallway that is between me and the study. Still lying on my stomach, I laboriously gain centimeter by centimeter. I'm just through the first door and already completely out of breath when I pass out. Now I lie on my side defenseless and can no longer roll over on my stomach by my own strength. As hard as I try, it is impossible for me to go even an inch. Exhausted, I lie there and wait for Konrad to return. As hard as I try, it is impossible for me to go even an inch. Exhausted, I lie there and wait for Konrad to return. As hard as I try, it is impossible for me to go even an inch. Exhausted, I lie there and wait for Konrad to return.
A little later he finds me lying on the floor, completely motionless, a long way from the study. Quite annoyed that I haven't followed him again, he explains to me that, unfortunately, he'll have to change the program for today because I'm so naughty. No breakfast picnic together in the middle of the living room, as I wanted so much. Instead, he loosens the cord between my hands and legs and ties my hands to my neck. He asks me if I can move better now than before. I can only answer the question in the affirmative, after all I can now walk around on almost all fours. Even if you don't normally do this on your elbows but on your hands and don't move both knees at the same time, but individually forwards. But Konrad wants to convince himself of this and now drives me across the apartment. That's not how I actually imagined viewing the apartment. Again and again Konrad takes my stretched, red buttocks as an invitation to push me on with blows.
When we finally got back to the living room and looked at the balcony, he helped me up on my feet. As soon as I stand safely on my own two feet, he pushes me forward on the cold pane of the balcony door with his stomach. He takes pleasure in my frightened moaning and checks whether the cold has the expected effect on my nipples. He is satisfied that they are pressed stiffly against the pane of glass. Then he grabs my hair and slowly pulls my head back until he can kiss me on the mouth. Greedy for every drop of tenderness, I return his hot kiss. At last he dedicates himself to the damp gap between my legs again. His fingers make me moan and I would like to spread my legs for him to feel him deeper inside me, but my bonds prevent it. I have to be content with his fingers that alternately stimulate my clitoris and then penetrate me a bit again. My restlessness is growing steadily and I imagine how he impales me with his tail. I wish that he just takes me as he needs it.
After a seemingly endless time, he hears my wish and pushes me to the ground to lie down on top of me and fill me with his best piece. He pushes me hard and fast and drives me towards orgasm. But he doesn't allow me to do that yet, I annoyed him too much for that today. He pauses briefly in his movement and waits until I have calmed down a bit and then continue a little more slowly. I feel him slide in and out and become like wax in his hands. I feel at one with him and whisper hoarsely in his ear that I belong only to him and that he can do whatever he wants with me. He can't be told twice and drives himself into a wild orgasm.
After a short break, Konrad loosens the rest of the shackles and we begin to prepare the first breakfast in our new apartment. With a twinkle in his eye, Konrad puts the tablecloth on the floor and says that nothing speaks against a picnic now. Satisfied and happy, we both serve hearty meals.
He loosens my black scarf and blindfolds my eyes with it. Now that one of my sensory organs has been robbed, I perceive with excitement how he slowly opens my blouse button by button. He gently pushes the bra over my chest and gently caresses my nipples. I congratulate myself inwardly on having decided to wear a blouse and skirt to celebrate the day. At times, female clothing does have its advantages.
Suddenly a sharp pain runs through my nipples. Taking a deep breath, I try to find out the cause of the pain. It feels like Konrad is digging his sharp fingernails deep into my nipples. Now he lets it roll back and forth between his fingers with relish, with undiminished pressure. I can imagine how he feasts on my pained face. What do I think of wearing a bra? He asks me. He asked me not to wear anything today. In contrition, I turn my head to the ground. It is true, the last time he tormented me, he made me promise not to wear underwear today. How could I have forgotten about it. Now I know why he grinned so maliciously when I got dressed in the morning. Probably he didn't do much the whole trip other than figure out how to punish me. Simmering hot comes over me that in my carelessness I have also put on underpants. Hopefully he won't be too angry about this further offense. I get nervous a little and try to hug him tighter. But he is of the opinion that I don't deserve his closeness and the feeling of security that comes with it. He loosens his fingers from my nipples, which causes me to take a short sigh of relief, and takes my hands to keep them clasped behind my back. With the second hand he gently strokes the thin nylon that covers my legs. He slowly feels his way up my thighs. The closer he gets to my gender, the more vigorous his movement becomes. He will soon notice that I did not obey his request here either. He is still nice and affectionate; it could have been that, unnoticed, I removed the superfluous piece of cloth. My nerves are tense to tear apart. What will he do when he realizes that the way to my innermost being is not free for him? I breathe a sigh of relief as he, obviously peaceful, makes his way under the layers of fabric with his hand and starts to stroke me.
Gradually my tension and fear of punishment dissolve and I surrender to his tenderness. He's just waited for that to continue with his rough treatment. He loves to surprise me, to hit me when I feel safe and relaxed. The pain that emanates from my labia now runs through my whole body. He shows me all too precisely the places where he would love to see two small silver rings. I have the feeling he wants to pre-drill the holes with his fingernails. Now I can also imagine very well how the heavy weights would feel on it, because it is precisely their effect that he senses with his relentless fingers. If it weren't for the disturbing substance he would probably try to pull my labia down to the floor. In the end it bites into my throat like a vampire, so that a short cry of pain escapes me. This is enough satisfaction for him for the time being and he lets go of something from me again.
I try to kiss him gratefully, but he turns away and pulls me by the hand into the next room. Still angry, he pulls my pantyhose and underpants down to my calves and puts me over my knee. While his hand conjures a delicate reddening on my now finally bare bottom, he declares the housewarming party open. He aimed blow by blow on my poor buttocks. He always works on a spot until I think I can't take it any longer and then look for a new patch of skin that he can maltreat. This is how I can tell that he really wants to punish me. Otherwise he always tries to give me some time after each stroke so that I can enjoy the pain. He also usually distributes the blows better in order to allow my skin to relax longer.
After he is of the opinion that my bum is now red and painful enough, he carefully lifts me down and takes off my pantyhose and panties for good. He gives me to understand that I have to wait for further things on my knees. Happy about the little break, I try to find out what he's going to do with me. I hear him rummaging in the bag he has brought with him and I am wondering what he will do with the breakfast things now. But I soon feel that he has taken other things with him unnoticed. While he ties my feet and knees together, he explains to me that he doesn't think it's so bad that I forgot to put on any underwear, but that I was wearing only pantyhose again instead of the stockings he wanted. He also thinks
After he has tied my legs tightly together, it seems to him the right time to strip me completely naked. Then he put me on my back and begins to devote himself to my nipples standing up steeply. While he alternately sucks one gently and digs his sharp teeth into it, he pinches the other between his thumb and forefinger and pulls hard on it. Although this game with my breasts makes my breath go faster, I try to counteract the somewhat uncomfortable pull. Konrad acknowledges this attempt with a short bite that quickly makes me forget my plan. I decide to give up my resistance and give myself completely to the feelings it creates in me.
After a while he has mercy on my increasingly sensitive nipples and turns me on my stomach to cuff my hands behind my back to my feet. In my opinion, I am pretty much immobilized now. But Konrad disagrees. He tells me that he now wants to get a few things and that I should move towards the study in the meantime. For every meter that I was from the middle of the room, he wanted to give me an extra penalty. To make my work at least a little easier, he takes my blindfold off. Blinking, I try to orient myself and realize that I still have a long way to go. Because of course he had to choose the room that is farthest away. When he closes the door behind him, I try to get towards the hallway that is between me and the study. Still lying on my stomach, I laboriously gain centimeter by centimeter. I'm just through the first door and already completely out of breath when I pass out. Now I lie on my side defenseless and can no longer roll over on my stomach by my own strength. As hard as I try, it is impossible for me to go even an inch. Exhausted, I lie there and wait for Konrad to return. As hard as I try, it is impossible for me to go even an inch. Exhausted, I lie there and wait for Konrad to return. As hard as I try, it is impossible for me to go even an inch. Exhausted, I lie there and wait for Konrad to return.
A little later he finds me lying on the floor, completely motionless, a long way from the study. Quite annoyed that I haven't followed him again, he explains to me that, unfortunately, he'll have to change the program for today because I'm so naughty. No breakfast picnic together in the middle of the living room, as I wanted so much. Instead, he loosens the cord between my hands and legs and ties my hands to my neck. He asks me if I can move better now than before. I can only answer the question in the affirmative, after all I can now walk around on almost all fours. Even if you don't normally do this on your elbows but on your hands and don't move both knees at the same time, but individually forwards. But Konrad wants to convince himself of this and now drives me across the apartment. That's not how I actually imagined viewing the apartment. Again and again Konrad takes my stretched, red buttocks as an invitation to push me on with blows.
When we finally got back to the living room and looked at the balcony, he helped me up on my feet. As soon as I stand safely on my own two feet, he pushes me forward on the cold pane of the balcony door with his stomach. He takes pleasure in my frightened moaning and checks whether the cold has the expected effect on my nipples. He is satisfied that they are pressed stiffly against the pane of glass. Then he grabs my hair and slowly pulls my head back until he can kiss me on the mouth. Greedy for every drop of tenderness, I return his hot kiss. At last he dedicates himself to the damp gap between my legs again. His fingers make me moan and I would like to spread my legs for him to feel him deeper inside me, but my bonds prevent it. I have to be content with his fingers that alternately stimulate my clitoris and then penetrate me a bit again. My restlessness is growing steadily and I imagine how he impales me with his tail. I wish that he just takes me as he needs it.
After a seemingly endless time, he hears my wish and pushes me to the ground to lie down on top of me and fill me with his best piece. He pushes me hard and fast and drives me towards orgasm. But he doesn't allow me to do that yet, I annoyed him too much for that today. He pauses briefly in his movement and waits until I have calmed down a bit and then continue a little more slowly. I feel him slide in and out and become like wax in his hands. I feel at one with him and whisper hoarsely in his ear that I belong only to him and that he can do whatever he wants with me. He can't be told twice and drives himself into a wild orgasm.
After a short break, Konrad loosens the rest of the shackles and we begin to prepare the first breakfast in our new apartment. With a twinkle in his eye, Konrad puts the tablecloth on the floor and says that nothing speaks against a picnic now. Satisfied and happy, we both serve hearty meals.
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