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"The Rose" was complex, resident in a big house - a nondescript concrete block, from which the bar does did took surely not a lot of space. On the other side of the street I saw Lisa's car, so she seemed already to be here. I hastened to travel the short distance to the door, it was again turned colder and also blew an icy wind. It was the first time I was here - earlier, I had only passed it - but I would at the shabby facade not believe how it would look inside it: Soft, dim lights illuminating the room, in the middle a bar was placed, an elongated semicircle, which was open to the kitchen. The bar tables were scattered around, with comfortable armchairs. All in all, it made a wonderful, but expensive impression.

After I had seen enough, I looked out and saw Lisa at a table on the other side of the bar. She had noticed my arrival and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. The next two hours we spent eating, drinking and talking. It tasted excellent, and I was almost worried, how Lisa wanted to pay the whole thing. But unfortunately, these two beautiful hours went by, faster than expected.

After a final coffee and a lively conversation about studying Lisa suddenly changed the subject. "Have you asked yourself before what I might have meant by 'surprise'?" "Oh right, I was excited." Lisa looked a little nervous. "I have long considered whether I should do it. Do you promise me, to take at least look at it and to be not being angry, if you do not like?" Now I became really curious. "What is it?" "Well ... I've noticed that you were never quite satisfied when we have slept together and I thought that you might want to try something." I was not sure whether other people had heard it, but I got pretty red in my face. "Not so loud!" I fizzled. "Would you want to share me with someone?"

Anxious seconds passed for Lisa before I answered: "If she is as sexy as you are my darling, then it is a pleasant surprise." I could clearly see how Lisa struggled for the next words: "I am her slave." "Her WHAT?" I blurted. "Her slave-girl." Lisa said so clearly that it could also hear other guests. But strangely enough, only some people turned around briefly and smiled, nobody disturbed this disgraceful response. Today I ask myself, why I had not seen the skintight leather design clothes of some ladies ...

I leaned over to her and asked quietly, "YOU are her slave-girl? You think you're on cuffs and bangs, and so?" "Yes, Simone, that's it. And I wanted to try to bring you closer. It's just wonderful, it gives me exactly what I have sought a long time. Check it out please!" "I do not know if this is something for me ... "I said doubtfully, but secretly I admitted that some of my dreams before, and even today consisted of being vulnerable to a person. Was it really what I was missing yet? Could one rejoice by making or receiving pain?

This video shows, that a slave girl has any time to satisfy the pussy of her mistress.

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