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Me and Amanda are Crucified

One time, my wife and I, Amanda, decided to make a fantasy. The yard has
walls and we are going to be completely naked. We had some ropes and we decided to tie ourselves in a tree. Before, we passed oil on our bodies and the sun was implacable, it was very hot. We made out that we were crucified. With our arms stretched out and our feet on two small wooden benches, we wanted to feel in our skins the pain and torment of crucified people. We did not set the time, we would stay there as far as we could. I believe that after about 25 minutes, the southwest, the thirst, the pain began to overwhelm us. I tried to look at Amanda, and saw something that gave me a certain pleasure: the sweat that came down from her neck and went to Amanda's pubis. My legs hurt, but Amanda held on. And in the midst of that pleasure and pain we were testing in ourselves, we made believe that one would say a final word. I told Amanda that I was dying happy that I had the happiness of dying beside her. But I was in ecstasy, when Amanda said: I will not die without a fight. I'll hold on to the last breath. And she was moving and looking at her pubis. And I was already in an erection when I heard those words. Amand, decided to stop. We come back to reality. At night, we made love. It sounds weird and this story, but it was real.
 
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The crucifixion of Cecilia Malan
Cecilia was an ordinary woman like everyone else, but she concealed a fantasy. He always took pleasure in reading magazines and books that had "Torture" and "Crucifixion". Often, I saw myself completely despairing, naked and delivered, hanging on a cross. but she was saddened only to be an illusion. Cecilia had all the attributes to be crucified: long hair, pubic region with broad hair, dark skin and medium breasts. I always liked to walk with tanned skin. She lived alone, her only company was her crucifixion dreams. One day, she would think alone in her bedroom, wearing only a robe, and used to sleep naked. Suddenly, a woman came up from the nothingness, and said to her; "Cecilia, I came here to take you to me. I will take you to my world of pain and torture, where I will realize your dreams more dry." Cecilia was amazed, she tried to scream, but the supernatural strength of that woman from another dimension totally dominated Cecilia, who undressed, putting her hands on her head and saying: "I am yours, I submit to your whims. I am ready to be crucified. " Magically, Cecilia wakes up with a beam over her shoulders, her hands tied to the wooden beam. he realizes that he is in a desert, ardent, only sand, but the companion of the estrnha woman who captured her. The woman reveals herself to Cecilia: "My name is Zandra, the one who is taking you to execution. The scourges given by Zandra, make Cecilia scream in pain and at the same time pleasure. With her sweaty body, burned by the scorching sun, and punished by pain, Celília arrives exhausted, when she suddenly sees two executioners 2 meters high. Cecilia seeks to stand erect, and now seeks to fight, but, and is thrown into the sand, and her legs are stretched and her feet are tied, and then she is pulled and finally crucified. The two men and the cruel Zandra disappear and only Cecilia groans in pain and agony. He looks sideways and he's all alone. He moves his head up and down, tries to lift his body, but in vain. Cecilia, looking to look at her pubis, her breasts, both sweaty, contracting her anus and vagina. In desperation, scream! And then he wakes up in his apartment. It was only a dream. However, he feels pain all over his body, and in front of the mirror he sees his back with marks and wrists and heels with strings marks. After all, was it a "dream"? Draw your own conclusions.
 
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One time, my wife and I, Amanda, decided to make a fantasy. The yard has walls and we are going to be completely naked. We had some ropes and we decided to tie ourselves in a tree. Before, we passed oil on our bodies and the sun was implacable, it was very hot. We made out that we were crucified. With our arms stretched out and our feet on two small wooden benches, we wanted to feel in our skins the pain and torment of crucified people. We did not set the time, we would stay there as far as we could. I believe that after about 25 minutes, the southwest, the thirst, the pain began to overwhelm us. I tried to look at Amanda, and saw something that gave me a certain pleasure: the sweat that came down from her neck and went to Amanda's pubis. My legs hurt, but Amanda held on. And in the midst of that pleasure and pain we were testing in ourselves, we made believe that one would say a final word. I told Amanda that I was dying happy that I had the happiness of dying beside her. But I was in ecstasy, when Amanda said: I will not die without a fight. I'll hold on to the last breath. And she was moving and looking at her pubis. And I was already in an erection when I heard those words. Amand, decided to stop. We come back to reality. At night, we made love. It sounds weird and this story, but it was real.
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Einmal beschlossen meine Frau und ich, Amanda, eine Fantasie zu erschaffen. Der Hof hat Mauern und wir werden völlig nackt sein. Wir hatten ein paar Seile und beschlossen, uns an einem Baum festzubinden. Früher haben wir Öl auf unseren Körper aufgetragen und die Sonne war unerbittlich, es war sehr heiß. Wir stellten fest, dass wir gekreuzigt wurden. Mit ausgestreckten Armen und den Füßen auf zwei kleinen Holzbänken wollten wir den Schmerz und die Qual gekreuzigter Menschen in unserer Haut spüren. Wir haben die Zeit nicht festgelegt, wir würden dort bleiben, soweit wir konnten. Ich glaube, nach etwa 25 Minuten begann der Südwesten, der Durst, der Schmerz uns zu überwältigen. Ich versuchte, Amanda anzusehen, und sah etwas, das mir eine gewisse Freude bereitete: den Schweiß, der von ihrem Hals herunterlief und zu Amandas Schambein wanderte. Meine Beine taten weh, aber Amanda hielt durch. Und inmitten der Freude und des Schmerzes, die wir in uns selbst auf die Probe stellten, glaubten wir, dass man ein letztes Wort sagen würde. Ich sagte Amanda, dass ich glücklich sterbe, weil ich das Glück hatte, neben ihr zu sterben. Aber ich war in Ekstase, als Amanda sagte: Ich werde nicht kampflos sterben. Ich werde bis zum letzten Atemzug festhalten. Und sie bewegte sich und schaute auf ihr Schambein. Und ich hatte bereits eine Erektion, als ich diese Worte hörte. Amand beschloss aufzuhören. Wir kehren in die Realität zurück. Nachts liebten wir uns. Es klingt seltsam und diese Geschichte, aber sie war real.
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The Fantasy

"Absolutely shabby of ivory and a ceiling entirely of gold" , that's how I described the moment I was in, in the blink of an eye. I found myself in a lush palace, with marble floors, ivory
columns, and the ceiling was covered with gold. But there was another intriguing and terrible detail, I was there totally naked, with my hands tied in front of me and wearing a brown leather collar. Even more I got goosebumps, when I saw a girl next to me, she seemed to be about 20 to 25 years old, and in the same situation as me: naked, tied with her hands, also forward and a collar of the same color as mine, brown. She had long hair, light brunette fur, and I couldn't help but notice her pubic region, which was very vast. We were both sweaty, sour, totally wet with sweat. I took a chance and looked at her and asked: "what is your name?". She slowly turned to me, making an effort and said to me, giving a faint smile: "Anisha".
The palace was packed and certainly by the royal court. I say this, because where we were belonged to a sovereign. Everyone had their eyes fixed on the two of us. Suddenly, the king's entry was announced. He was a man with a firm face, dressed in purple robe with golden adornments and a large turban. They all fell down before him and said: Hail the Sultan! Hail to the Sultan!. Powerful, he sat on his throne and immediately called the Grand Vizier saying: "Grand Vizier", read to all present in my court the sentence of the prisoners, accused of rebellion, sedition in my kingdom. "Raise up the prisoners." Immediately, the Sultan's guards came to me and Anisha and lifted us up firmly, hardly, and brought us to our feet. I was already breathing heavily, tired, ditto Anisha. That would be decided for us, but I didn't understand why I was being accused of rebellion and sedition. I didn't know why I was in that situation, how I went to that place. Anisha looked at me saying to me in a very low tone
"We will be condemned to be buried alive with our heads out or crucified." I was terrified. What now? That would be of me and Anisha. The sentence was handed down, condemning Anisha and I to crucifixion on a pole in the desert under a scorching sun. They were very detailed. We would be taken by two knights of the sultan. Our hands tied by a long rope and on foot. They wasted no time. We were being pulled violently by the sultan's knights, brutal, cruel men. Anisha and I looked at each other, both in terrible heat, naked in fur, sweat running down our
bodies, thirsty and hungry. Finally we arrived at a very desert part where there were some old trees, with few leaves and dry, and a tenebrous vision. But it would not be on them that we would be crucified, but on two stakes that were already waiting for us. First, however, Aisha and I were tied to a tree. We began to be whipped with ropes, but thick ropes.
First on our backs and backs. We screamed, both me and Anisha. Then they put the two of us in front of each other, and Anisha's pubis and my penis were flogged and the pain of the whipping was terrible. Anisha looked at me and gave me a slight smile, and I returned it with another one. Finally, with rudeness on the part of the sultan's men, we were both put on the stakes. Aisha in a gesture of resistance, raised her head a little to look at her pubic area, and I ended up doing the same to look at my penis. We were stretched well. Our hands were very tightly tied in the rings that were on the stakes, above and below. Hands and feet tightly squeezed. We only had a medium piece of wood supporting our feet. We breathed heavily, plus the sweat that bathed our bodies, and ran down our private parts.
I looked everywhere, looking for a way to fight against that situation. I tried to try to calm myself down (it sounds crazy, but I tried) and said to Anisha "Try to compress your anus and vagina. I'm here trying to compress my anus and testicles!" Anisha said, "I tried to do that, but it's useless!" The hours passed and we were approaching the end. Until left alone to die. Anisha looked at me lastly saying, "It was nice to meet you!" I replied, I say the same!" We both screamed: "Aaaaa!!!!!" Suddenly I woke up. Was it a dream? But my whole body ached and my back burned.
 
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Fantasy 2
There we were, completely naked, captured, sitting on the cold floor of a research room in an abandoned laboratory. My name is Williams Ramos, a biologist, doctor and researcher, and with me in that terrible situation was my co-worker, professor and doctor, Feenanda Dragan. Our arms were under our thighs, our hands tightly tied and our feet tied tightly, and our hair disheveled, in the hands of an international biopiracy organization. We had done the crazy thing of trying to stop a shipment of plants and ant species from the Amazon all by ourselves. And to make matters worse, as biologists, ecologists and naturists, we went completely naked, with our pubes completely exposed, to try to stop the vessel carrying the stolen specimens that were going to be exported and sold to big biopiracy dealers. The boat, actually the raft, was anchored on the riverbank, and on the beach there were very well-armed men, guns in holsters and carrying shotguns. Fernanda and I looked at each other, saying to each other: Is this it? We knew it was a risk, but we were already there and there was no way back. We came out from behind the trees where we were hiding and shouted: "Stop, you have no right to take what belongs to the forest!!!!!!!!!". Pure foolishness, because as soon as they saw us they came towards us with guns pointed at me and Fernanda. Our reaction was to put our hands on our heads and be forced to obey them. We walked very slowly onto the raft. We were sour, sweaty, with tanned skin and troubled. Fernanda's short, curly hair and her thick pubic hair and me with my penis swinging and my thinning hair and almost bald... well, what would become of us?
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Fantasy 2
There we were, completely naked, captured, sitting on the cold floor of a research room in an abandoned laboratory. My name is Williams Ramos, a biologist, doctor and researcher, and with me in that terrible situation was my co-worker, professor and doctor, Feenanda Dragan. Our arms were under our thighs, our hands tightly tied and our feet tied tightly, and our hair disheveled, in the hands of an international biopiracy organization. We had done the crazy thing of trying to stop a shipment of plants and ant species from the Amazon all by ourselves. And to make matters worse, as biologists, ecologists and naturists, we went completely naked, with our pubes completely exposed, to try to stop the vessel carrying the stolen specimens that were going to be exported and sold to big biopiracy dealers. The boat, actually the raft, was anchored on the riverbank, and on the beach there were very well-armed men, guns in holsters and carrying shotguns. Fernanda and I looked at each other, saying to each other: Is this it? We knew it was a risk, but we were already there and there was no way back. We came out from behind the trees where we were hiding and shouted: "Stop, you have no right to take what belongs to the forest!!!!!!!!!". Pure foolishness, because as soon as they saw us they came towards us with guns pointed at me and Fernanda. Our reaction was to put our hands on our heads and be forced to obey them. We walked very slowly onto the raft. We were sour, sweaty, with tanned skin and troubled. Fernanda's short, curly hair and her thick pubic hair and me with my penis swinging and my thinning hair and almost bald... well, what would become of us?
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Dream of crucifixion
I once had a dream, and it didn't even go away, because I lived a realistic dream. I was in a luxurious room, lying completely naked in the shape of a star, that is, face down and legs apart on a velvet carpet. I noticed that next to me was a young woman. Her skin was light brown, with very long hair that reached her buttocks and from what I could see of her face, she had thick eyebrows, medium-sized breasts and, of course, her pubic region must have been quite full of pubic hair too. In addition, she was in the same position as me, in the shape of a star, in the shape of an X, we were both with our faces on the carpet.
I dared, even in that embarrassing situation, to speak to the girl: "Young lady, what's your name?" Suddenly, she raised her head a little, with a discreet but beautiful smile, and said: "Dara!". I answered by saying my name: "Dara, my name is Williams!" She gave a beautiful smile. It was then, at that moment, people were entering that room. We turned our faces towards the velvet carpet again. I could barely see luxurious shoes and people dressed in long clothes adorned with small precious stones. One of them said: 'Powerful Sultan, these are the slaves who have decided to revolt against you. Therefore, I ask that both of them be condemned to crucifixion." Then the Sultan ordered, saying: "Take the slaves and tie them up and take them to the guard's yard to be flogged!" The guards there were brutal with me and Dara. We were violently made to stand up and at the same time we were tied with our hands behind our backs. Darla and I were thrown against each other, face to face, pubic hair against pubic hair. We screamed in pain, fell to the ground, but then we were lifted up again, harshly and aggressively. They took us to the guard's yard. There were two posts there. I was tied to one of them and Darla to the other. Very long ropes tied our hands, but this time in front of us and we were pulled, stretched, almost on our toes.
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Darla and I looked at each other, panting, our bodies both sweaty and sour, our private parts bathed in sweat. The whippings soon began, all at the same time, causing both Darla and I to scream in pain. "Aaaaaaaa! Oooooooooo!" was what we said with each lash. There were 20 in total, ten on me and ten on Darla. The guards grabbed us tightly by our arms, taking us to the other side of the Guard House, where two thick stakes were waiting for us, which must have been about 3 meters high, and on them we would be crucified. Darla, almost fainting, looked at me and said: "Hold on tight!" I shook my head as a sign of "Yes". They threw us both violently onto the stakes, one very close to the other. I began to struggle a little, as did Darla. Our left foot was placed over our right foot and they were tied very well. Another detail: it was a scorching hot day, the sun was blazing, which made the pain worse. I raised my head a little in a gesture of resistance, and Darla did the same, in an attempt to at least see (it seems crazy) our pubic areas, from which a waterfall of sweat was running down. Our arms were completely stretched out, tied to the rings, our hands tightly tied, causing us tremendous agony. Finally we were lifted up. Darla shook her head from right to left, up and down, and I didn't stop doing the same. At least we were close to each other, and in a moment of foolishness I said to Darla: "Try to squeeze your vagina and anus... I... I'm squeezing my anus and my testicles."
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Suddenly one of the executioners who was there watching us, put a ladder up, said: "Well, the Sultan wanted to have some souvenir of you two. So we are going to shave some of your pubes and give them to the Sultan." Darla and I felt even more humiliated. We struggled a little to get some of our pubes shaved. Then, breathing heavily, our tanned bodies, sunburned, full of marks from the lashes, we looked at each other and said: "It was nice to meet you!!!" We closed our eyes and then I woke up. I was in my bed, it was already dawn, I don't understand anything anymore. Could it really have been a dream? My back was full of marks and my wrists were sore.
 
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Me and Aysha.

Once again, here I am. Williams. It was me and my thoughts, still trapped in the surreal moments I had, where I saw myself crucified, together with Aysha, a woman whose reality contrasted with her imagination, but all provided by the Master of Dreams, whom I had not seen for a long time. I confess that I miss those unforgettable moments, where Aysha and I lived great adventures, especially when we were crucified.

There I was that Friday, in my apartment, alone, and in a flash, who appeared to me? The Master of Dreams, who immediately said to me, "How are you? I know you miss the adventures I provided you, in your fantasies with Aysha. That's why I came to you, to offer you a new adventure." I smiled broadly and said to the Master of Dreams: "Let's not waste time. I'm ready for another adventure." Just a snap of God from the master and I saw myself completely naked, hands tied behind my back, sitting on the sand of a beach, wearing a collar with iron spikes and my feet also tied.

Next to me, right next to me, in the same situation as me, the beautiful Aysha, with her long black hair, thick eyebrows, light brown skin, but very tanned, her long pubic hair, and the abundant sur over both of us, and not forgetting Aysha's beautiful breasts. She looked at me with a beautiful smile, even in the midst of the embarrassing situation we were in. I asked: “Aysha, what will become of us?” Once again trapped, tied up... Aysha looked at me and said: “Do you see that ship anchored on the beach? It belongs to the pirate Zumaro and his commanders.” I asked: “This guy next to us? He's watching us?” Aysha said: “Yes, he's guarding us. I think we're going to be taken as slaves.”

Soon, I made an effort to touch Aysha's hands, seeking comfort or even to console her. She did the same, giving one of those captivating smiles.

Suddenly, another pirate came and in a strange language, spoke to the guy who was traveling with us, pointing at me and Aysha. Soon, we were aggressively lifted by the arms, and we were forced to jump on the sand, because they didn't even bother to untie our feet. I looked at Aysha, and she looked at me too. We kept jumping and jumping, we fell a few times and were lifted violently to the ship. It was terrible when it was time to climb the ramp that we climbed by jumping. Then, we were put in a hold, at the back of the boat. (end of the first part)

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My friend, the Return key is your friend. :)

I'd love to read this, but the "wall of text" makes it damn near impossible for me.
 
Cote

Dawn. Special Agent Cote de Pablo was preparing for another mission. She had entered a hyper-guarded mansion, where the headquarters of the International Crime Organization, the ICO, was located. It was, like all the missions, in which she successfully fulfilled, risky, putting Cote's life in danger, but for this she was trained. Dressed in a totally dark, very flexible outfit, with his hair tied up, like a "ponytail", Cote approached the walls of the mansion carefully. He did not carry any weapon or any other instrument, other than his intelligence, skill, ability to deal with difficult situations. She thought to herself, "I must be careful and calm to enter this place, I must find out in what section of the mansion the meeting is being held, and what is the subject of it."
Cote de Pablo, with dexterity and care, manages to jump over one of the walls of the mansion, crosses a garden, heading to some trees. Observe, calculate how you can find the meeting location.
One of the windows on the ground floor had the lights more closely. Cote de Pablo says: "Well, there they must be gathered. I'll look closer." Quickly, but cautiously, Co approached the window, and soon saw, around a large table, several well-dressed men, in a refined environment, where they were debating a certain subject. Cote's curiosity was very pique. However, the unexpected happened. She heard behind her a "click" and a voice that said: "Curiosity killed the cat, girl. Hands up and walking!" Cote de Pablo obeyed without hesitation, and very slowly walked and thought;" What now? What will they do to me? How could I be captured even with ease?" When she was introduced to the room where the bosses were gathered, one of them asked: "Who is this woman!?" The guy who captured Cote said, "I caught her peeking out the window." Another guy who was there at the meeting said, "Well, we can't waste time. Tie her up, gag her and lock her in the basement."
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Cote

Dawn. Special Agent Cote de Pablo was preparing for another mission. She had entered a hyper-guarded mansion, where the headquarters of the International Crime Organization, the ICO, was located. It was, like all the missions, in which she successfully fulfilled, risky, putting Cote's life in danger, but for this she was trained. Dressed in a totally dark, very flexible outfit, with his hair tied up, like a "ponytail", Cote approached the walls of the mansion carefully. He did not carry any weapon or any other instrument, other than his intelligence, skill, ability to deal with difficult situations. She thought to herself, "I must be careful and calm to enter this place, I must find out in what section of the mansion the meeting is being held, and what is the subject of it."
Cote de Pablo, with dexterity and care, manages to jump over one of the walls of the mansion, crosses a garden, heading to some trees. Observe, calculate how you can find the meeting location.
One of the windows on the ground floor had the lights more closely. Cote de Pablo says: "Well, there they must be gathered. I'll look closer." Quickly, but cautiously, Co approached the window, and soon saw, around a large table, several well-dressed men, in a refined environment, where they were debating a certain subject. Cote's curiosity was very pique. However, the unexpected happened. She heard behind her a "click" and a voice that said: "Curiosity killed the cat, girl. Hands up and walking!" Cote de Pablo obeyed without hesitation, and very slowly walked and thought;" What now? What will they do to me? How could I be captured even with ease?" When she was introduced to the room where the bosses were gathered, one of them asked: "Who is this woman!?" The guy who captured Cote said, "I caught her peeking out the window." Another guy who was there at the meeting said, "Well, we can't waste time. Tie her up, gag her and lock her in the basement."
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Bound and gagged, so was Cote de Pablo, imprisoned in a basement, in the mansion belonging to the International Crime Organization. "What now? What will they do to me?" This is how Cote de Pablo thought to herself. But she couldn't stay there waiting for her final destination. Cote begins to move, seeking to free himself, in an all-out effort. She moves in such a way that the ropes that bind her loosen, and Cote ends up letting go. Take off the gag. Now, it is necessary to find a way to escape. He looks up, and sees an opening in the corner of the basement. He wastes no time and manages to escape. But she does not give up, she needs to seek to discover the plans of the Crime Organization. Cote goes through the roof, manages to descend using the edges of the wall until he reaches the ground. Hidden behind columns, she observes all the movement of the organization's employees, who carry boxes and boxes into box trucks. Cote asks herself, "I wonder what's in those boxes?"
 
Indira and Me -1

Think of two people, who in the secret of their being, wanted to experience fantasies, fetishes of bdsm. Me and my work friend, Indira really wanted these adventures in bdsm. We didn't hide our goals of being submissive in bdsm. We registered our data, addresses on BDSM search sites, but we received no response. Until one day, we discovered in the online classifieds, a certain Mrs. Morgana, who offered bdsm services, because she had her own place, a kind of mansion, where she had all kinds of "pleasures" for those who were interested in submitting to them. Bingo! Indira and I decided to take a risk. By the way, let me describe Indira: Daughter of Indians, Indira had long dark hair, a beautiful face, brown skin and pubic area, vast hairs, and round breasts. In short, a beautiful woman, and a height of 1.67 meters tall. As for me, I, 1.68 meters tall, 71 kilos, 51 years old (Indira is 41 years old). Bald, brown skin.
We contacted Morgana and arranged our meeting, on a Friday night, and we would pay to spend a full weekend, in this madness, as submissives. We explained everything it meant to me and Indira. Finally, we arrived at the address of Morgana's residence. It was a big house, a beautiful garden, I would say a work of art. There was a lot of refinement, and Morgana went to greet us at the door. A beautiful woman, long blond hair, tall, an exuberant body, and invited us to sit with her in her living room and served us a tea. Without wasting time she established the rules as to what we wanted. It would be a weekend with a full service. She advanced clarifying to us, that from Friday night to Sunday, we would spend all the time without wearing clothes, completely naked in fur. We agreed, and Morgana's collaborators were soon introduced to two black women, bald, dressed in leather clothes. One was called Watamba and the other Ayana.
 
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Think of two people, who in the secret of their being, wanted to experience fantasies, fetishes of bdsm. Me and my work friend, Indira really wanted these adventures in bdsm. We didn't hide our goals of being submissive in bdsm. We registered our data, addresses on BDSM search sites, but we received no response. Until one day, we discovered in the online classifieds, a certain Mrs. Morgana, who offered bdsm services, because she had her own place, a kind of mansion, where she had all kinds of "pleasures" for those who were interested in submitting to them. Bingo! Indira and I decided to take a risk. By the way, let me describe Indira: Daughter of Indians, Indira had long dark hair, a beautiful face, brown skin and pubic area, vast hairs, and round breasts. In short, a beautiful woman, and a height of 1.67 meters tall. As for me, I, 1.68 meters tall, 71 kilos, 51 years old (Indira is 41 years old). Bald, brown skin.
We contacted Morgana and arranged our meeting, on a Friday night, and we would pay to spend a full weekend, in this madness, as submissives. We explained everything it meant to me and Indira. Finally, we arrived at the address of Morgana's residence. It was a big house, a beautiful garden, I would say a work of art. There was a lot of refinement, and Morgana went to greet us at the door. A beautiful woman, long blond hair, tall, an exuberant body, and invited us to sit with her in her living room and served us a tea. Without wasting time she established the rules as to what we wanted. It would be a weekend with a full service. She advanced clarifying to us, that from Friday night to Sunday, we would spend all the time without wearing clothes, completely naked in fur. We agreed, and Morgana's collaborators were soon introduced to two black women, bald, dressed in leather clothes. One was called Watamba and the other Ayana.
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Morgana asked: Do you two want to start the adventure? We answer yes. And she gave the right to both of us to choose between the two "torturers", and we ended up choosing Watamba. Watamba invited us to go to a room at the back of the mansion, a very secret room, where the three of us entered. Indira looked at me and I looked at her, giving a wide smile. In the room where we were with Watamba, there was nothing for now. Watamba in an authoritative voice said: 'Take off your clothes, but very slowly, and then put your hands behind your back and interlace your fingers!! Now!!". We were startled, but we started to undress. Iandara untied her hair, took off her earrings, her watch, her turtleneck sweater, her jeans and boots, her panties. Anyway, everything, and me, ditto. "Face me! Do not say a word! Go around and follow that corridor that is before you! Don't even look at me! Walk with your head down, Looking at the ground! I am your owner!

"Do you understand ??" We replied "We understand, yes ma'am!" We began to go through the corridor, almost dark, and ended up in a kind of garden, where there was a circle, in which, in the middle, was painted a square. Watamba said in a commanding voice, "Walk to the circle and kneel on the square part and continue with your hands behind your back!" We obeyed, standing very close to each other, in silence, not daring to ask anything. Suddenly, a guy came in, a black man, bald, perhaps practicing muscle building, he was a monster, a big guy. He had been bringing with him two collars, four loops, I believe they would be for hands and feet. They were elegantly dressed, with suit and tie, social fashion. Watamba ordered him to start arresting us. The loops and collars were all leather, very strong leather, both of the same brown color.
It started with me, holding my hands, squeezing my wrists, and I moved a little, uncomfortable. He told me "Be quiet. I need to squeeze this here." Then, he put me on my feet and put on a leash. Then, it was Indira's fez. Impassive, Indira stood firm and said nothing. Watamba said: "Well, now that they are properly arrested, they will stay for three hours, without saying anything, absolutely nothing, without the right to clothes, they will have time to eat and go to the bathroom. They will be fed fruit and yogurt. They will be watched by cameras, and if we notice the attempt to talk to each other, I will personally flog them." The story continue "
 
Not a whip, but a rose

Sweet beloved.
Today I do not want you to be submissive
Yes, to enjoy your caresses
Our hearts being at peace
in the bed of our love
No, I do not want pain
Peace, without flirting, without tricks
Let us enjoy real delight
I have always loved you

May your kisses illuminate
the solitude of my chest
and may it go away, forever
silent, without any chat

Not a whip, but a rose
 
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