nicole
Tribune
I am embarking for the first time alone in a story in English. sorry in advance for my english, but it must remain understandable I hope.
I did a completely crazy thing, I go to a totalitarian country with a completely crazy idea. I sent an anonymous letter to the police denouncing me as a terrorist. In this country, the death penalty awaits me, probably with torture on the cross, to dissuade opponents of the regime, who would like to overthrow the leaders.
I shake a little getting off the plane, I know I'm expected, I've done a big bullshit, I'm aware of it, but I can't go back, I'm a victim of my masochism. When I hand my passport to the police, the reaction is immediate, on a sign from the policeman, I am flanked by two other colleagues, who immediately handcuff my hands behind my back. I am taken to an interrogation room. I feel this fear that excites me so much. Upon entering an officer, give an order:
- Search that bitch, if she doesn't have a weapon hidden on her.
It makes me smile, because if I had a weapon with the security gates, they would have found it a long time ago. This is the pretext I think to humiliate me, of course there are men who are going to search me. I expected them to strip me naked, but it is perhaps even more humiliating, when one of the police officers in charge of the search runs his hands under my skirt, pulls my panties down to my knees and searches my pussy with his fingers. He realizes of course, that I wet like crazy, our eyes meet, I think he understood that he was dealing with a bitch, but he said nothing, he unbuttoned my blouse, put on his hands under my bra to knead my breasts for a long time. I try not to moan with pleasure, my pussy dripping on my thighs. With regret he withdraws his hands and announces to his superior:
- It's OK
- Take this bitch to the cell while waiting, she goes to court tomorrow
I have a hard time pulling up my panties because my hands are still tied behind my back, but it has the advantage of allowing me to wipe my thighs soaked with the excitement of my pussy.
I'm grabbed brutally, and I'm literally dragged into a basement and thrown into a cell. It's a dark room without a window. I think "this time the machine is on". I will have a hard time falling asleep, so horny, I have to masturbate to calm myself down, and I will finally fall asleep in the morning.
I wake up with a start by the sudden opening of my cell, a guard unties my hands and throws a cotton dress at my feet.
- You get naked and you put that, then I take you to court, to be judged
Of course he doesn't turn around and look at me while I undress, he doesn't know that it turns me on a lot too. I have fun doing a striptease for him, slowly removing my blouse, then undoing my bra, I shake my breasts, he doesn't miss a beat, then it's the turn of my skirt and finally my panties soaked in my love juice.
I smiled when I saw him open his eyes bulging. He notices it and sends me a masterful pair of slaps:
- You will be less clever when you will be whipping in public
He quickly brought me back to reality, I lower my head in submission and I put on this dreadful convict's dress with a wide neckline showing a good part of my breasts, when the length, it goes down just below my pussy. He then puts a dog collar on me, and takes me on a leash, in a maze of hallways, we finally arrive in front of a door that he opens and I find myself directly in court, in the place of the condemned, of course. . I say instead of the condemned because I know very well that I am condemned in advance.
to be continued
do I publish the continuation ?
Crazy fantasy that becomes real
I did a completely crazy thing, I go to a totalitarian country with a completely crazy idea. I sent an anonymous letter to the police denouncing me as a terrorist. In this country, the death penalty awaits me, probably with torture on the cross, to dissuade opponents of the regime, who would like to overthrow the leaders.
I shake a little getting off the plane, I know I'm expected, I've done a big bullshit, I'm aware of it, but I can't go back, I'm a victim of my masochism. When I hand my passport to the police, the reaction is immediate, on a sign from the policeman, I am flanked by two other colleagues, who immediately handcuff my hands behind my back. I am taken to an interrogation room. I feel this fear that excites me so much. Upon entering an officer, give an order:
- Search that bitch, if she doesn't have a weapon hidden on her.
It makes me smile, because if I had a weapon with the security gates, they would have found it a long time ago. This is the pretext I think to humiliate me, of course there are men who are going to search me. I expected them to strip me naked, but it is perhaps even more humiliating, when one of the police officers in charge of the search runs his hands under my skirt, pulls my panties down to my knees and searches my pussy with his fingers. He realizes of course, that I wet like crazy, our eyes meet, I think he understood that he was dealing with a bitch, but he said nothing, he unbuttoned my blouse, put on his hands under my bra to knead my breasts for a long time. I try not to moan with pleasure, my pussy dripping on my thighs. With regret he withdraws his hands and announces to his superior:
- It's OK
- Take this bitch to the cell while waiting, she goes to court tomorrow
I have a hard time pulling up my panties because my hands are still tied behind my back, but it has the advantage of allowing me to wipe my thighs soaked with the excitement of my pussy.
I'm grabbed brutally, and I'm literally dragged into a basement and thrown into a cell. It's a dark room without a window. I think "this time the machine is on". I will have a hard time falling asleep, so horny, I have to masturbate to calm myself down, and I will finally fall asleep in the morning.
I wake up with a start by the sudden opening of my cell, a guard unties my hands and throws a cotton dress at my feet.
- You get naked and you put that, then I take you to court, to be judged
Of course he doesn't turn around and look at me while I undress, he doesn't know that it turns me on a lot too. I have fun doing a striptease for him, slowly removing my blouse, then undoing my bra, I shake my breasts, he doesn't miss a beat, then it's the turn of my skirt and finally my panties soaked in my love juice.
I smiled when I saw him open his eyes bulging. He notices it and sends me a masterful pair of slaps:
- You will be less clever when you will be whipping in public
He quickly brought me back to reality, I lower my head in submission and I put on this dreadful convict's dress with a wide neckline showing a good part of my breasts, when the length, it goes down just below my pussy. He then puts a dog collar on me, and takes me on a leash, in a maze of hallways, we finally arrive in front of a door that he opens and I find myself directly in court, in the place of the condemned, of course. . I say instead of the condemned because I know very well that I am condemned in advance.
to be continued
do I publish the continuation ?