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lichtschutzfaktor - Anneke 2 (English Translation)

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2026 editor's note: I have cleaned up the HTML but the awful autotranslation is beyond me. I include the story for completeness but suggest you read it in the original German and run it through today's AI-assisted translator if you want to extract any sense from it.

Anneke 2

Submission Date: 2011-01-12 By: lichtschutzfaktor [Clitorectomy] [Gay]

Anneke wanted to get rid of her old life. But something went very wrong. This is the second chapter.

It was strange, everything was strange to me. None of this, what happened to me was, at seventeen and a half years into my brain. My mind refused otherwise so bright, I was no longer able even to think about the end of a sentence, let alone get him out of me. But I could still breathe, though the reality of my throat in a stranglehold held.

I still felt like I let go of my master, and slowly they sit in the armchair in which sat very still, the pretty blonde white woman. "It's up to you, my dear. Play with you, play with your little rose. She now wants to be loved. I know how wet she is, I see them. I know how incredibly hot and wild, it is now for you. Go, be kind to yourself, Get hold of it, if you can. I had promised you, my sweet, I keep my promises ". She moved her lips, not one bit, but inwardly she smiled, satisfied with their work. Each of them would be able to see here, it had to feel felt or can.

But I was glad, happy and eager for my satisfaction. I did not care if this black-haired lady could see just how naked I was masturbating in front of her. Thankfully, my hand could finally reach my crotch. I felt the warmth of my sex long before I touched it. My vagina exuded a heat that I could feel on the fingertips. As waves that strikes the water, then beat the heat waves from my vagina hot. Finally it was time. My hand was merged with the entrance of my wet pussy now endlessly greedy. A cunt that I for many years for the first time touched again hairless. Like an electric shock went through me there when I finally touched me where I was previously made by these two women so very sharp. I finally was able to satisfy myself and it was I do not care whether I was watching it. I wanted to come just yet, then come and come again. I did not care if I later naked and exhausted on this chair would fall asleep.Important now that was just a redemptive next orgasm, and after all these tortures could never be this long time coming.

I immediately began to rub me hard, I did not wait long, I did not need pats, I wanted to just satisfy yourself hard and fast. I was like an animal, instinctive and only out to satisfy my innermost basic needs. Fucking was now my most important and niederstes, my only basic need. I fucked her I rubbed himself down in my slot and forth and distribute the fluids of my glands. I was just a girl who wanted to get naughty, and infinitely cool. I could feel deep in my pussy again built up this incredible energy. I could feel the tension second by second, heartbeat by heartbeat built on and how, although there could be no apparent further increase to my seemingly endless road to redeeming climax more, still somewhere in a small hidden staircase up to the summit took place. "Come on - Come on," I heard through my ears. I'd rather do nothing at this moment, as I comply with this sweet invitation. My cunt was stretched to the limit, they trembled, she glowed, she craved my hand. My whole body was just pussy, I myself was only pussy, lust object of my own lust. I still waiting for the first of many more orgasms that followed that evening. My brain was getting ready for the many joyful screams of my first organizational Musses tonight. He was getting ready, but nothing happened.

I saw the beautiful woman in the chair in front of me. But this still and pointed at me and said patronizingly whispering, I should continue, carry on. Do not stop. Soon it would come to me already, like I would finally have this feeling that I had so longed for much. I tried it again and again. Should be always and again I rubbed my vibrant generation that is finally released, it was to finally get his share, that it had served so well tonight and that should be primarily finally rewarded for all the endless privations of the last hours, had to. But nothing happened.

What was wrong with me? Why could not I? What was wrong with me? Why did not work my body? I was too hot that I could get an orgasm to get too cool to? My cunt was overwrought, too fixed on the coming?

"Go! Please bang you. Rub your wet your Mädchenmöse. You rub it, but you need that! You plug your fingers in your cunt and get it to you. Tickle your slot until you are saved. Come on, if you can come whenever you can, you can Solage ... If you still can! "I fired at the pretty woman. I had now rubbed out of his mind as fast as never before in my life to rub my pussy. I rubbed as soon as it just kind of went. I was crying, it did have almost painful. I just wanted this orgasm, I would like my whole lower body was shaking, I had wanted to, sure. Only the count. Come. I must come.Come. Desperate, I rubbed on and on, I did not want to give up, I could not. My whole body was tense and could work again until I had finally made it. But why does it not work? Why it did not work this time? What was happening? I took a short break, short break, during which I was able to loosen up my fingers a bit, because I was just getting in front of a cramp. My body forced his break in which I though something was his strength, but in which I was not a bit less cool.My body was still like the boiler of a steam engine in which the valve is stuck. I hoped it would solve the same. In the midst of this pause in the midst of my loud, heavy breathing noises, I heard a soft "snip". What did it mean?

"Snip," breathed the black-haired meet me now. "Snip," she repeated a little louder. I looked up at her and did not understand. She smiled at me and gestured with her hand now on a scissor motion, "snap". Then she gave me a kiss. I was shocked that my body without even a little bit excited. I suddenly found myself even when I wrote this email to this woman. I saw this woman in the park just waited. I saw how I got into the car, no one forced me. I slowly understood. I took all my strength and reared me. It may not be true, what may not be true. In my eyes must have been sheer desperation, I started one last time how to grind out of your mind to my gender. The cry that I did then I must have sounded like pure horror. It should now be no more satisfying. No satisfaction and no climax more. And not just today, never again! With horrified, eyes open, I looked at the woman. My body refused his service now. Howling, panting and gasping for reflection, but still permeated by lust, I was just with how the woman looked at me mercilessly at one time with a look of triumph.

An eternity, nothing happened. I could hear myself breathing hard, my mind slowly regained consciousness, but my body was still unable to allow even greater movement. I was then stunned when a white blonde woman slowly and submissively approached my new pretty black-haired champion. Slowly and without being opened that their legs. I sat across from her closely, you could almost see every hair on her pussy. They were pitch black. The white-blond woman hugged my teacher sent from the back and very feminine. This could now feel the firm breasts her slave on her back.The slave girl fondled her mistress, she kissed her on the neck and ran his left hand on the very steep upright breasts, her black-haired champion. The right hand did not wait long and went into the eagerly waiting crotch of her mistress.This breathing faster and I could see her voluptuous breasts lifted up and down faster and faster. Now rub the wet column of the slave master, first gently, then speeding up. Here I looked at the white blonde slave over the head of their champion, again and again. She tried repeatedly to look deeply into my eyes. She licked it with her tongue again and again to his own lips. She smiled as if she wanted to invite me to meet her at her mistress to look closely. And that's what I did. There I saw a unique spectacle. I myself could hardly move, but was infinitely hot and unsatisfied, looking at the second time within a short time the white slave blonde rubbing a hungry clitoris. Unfortunately it was not mine. It would never again be mine. I remembered how this blonde beauty knows yet not so long ago in this room with her tongue skilfully licked my gender. For the second time tonight could give this slave woman stroking her clitoris. First it was their own Sklavinnenklitoris, now had the pleasure of pearl champion. This is now enjoyed all over the pats her slave and collapsed into the arms of her mental slave. The lady was enjoying the caresses and even moaned softly. It did not last long, and actually a sweet, tender and wonderfully feminine sound ended the tender touches her slave. It was her orgasm. As quickly as the champion came, it must have been very excited. The slave went away quickly from the black-haired, curtsied and thanked them for their champion is good that she could serve her. Satisfied, she sat on the chair and the woman nodded again too short.

Again nothing happened for a while. "In addition to slave. I assume that you are very satisfied with my work. I've met my share. Everything is done, as you've asked me to and I have not hurt you ... You are now free clitoris, as it was your intention before you came to me. Now you are my slave side. Even that was your request to me. I'm glad you met them. You wanted no more of me have another orgasm, and are left unsatisfied after our lovemaking. So you wanted it and so it happened. Now it's my turn, now you can pay back, it was agreed upon and it shall be so! "She said smugly at me and disappeared. "We'll see you on Saturday, secondary slave," she shouted after me, before they had me back in my chair and almost unable to move without a clitoris.

No sooner had the lady left the room, the white blond woman loosened a bit. She looked at me incredulously and with big blue eyes: "You did what you done, that's really the grossest thing I've ever experienced here. Full fetish, I would have never expected. Wow, "she said in surprise, but also very compassionate towards me. "I would also never wanted. I mean, I like my orgasms do you? I love my sweet little gem down there. I'm happy with it ... "Well they had a longer break, and added softly, and with bowed head," if it is permitted me, I mean of course ", added. I was too exhausted to still respond. The slave of my mistress now rummaging around in a drawer and came up with a device that looked like a one-armed Tackerer. It was only much larger. "Here we have to be done. The lady tells it so. "I did not move. Not because I did not and I just wanted nothing more than run away, but because I could not. The white-blond slave girl stood just behind my chair, her breasts touched it accidentally a few times my shoulders. I was feeling very excited, especially when her nipples from peaks and bordered on my upper body. These had now become hard again. Maybe they froze a little, although it is not really cold here now was, maybe she was even excited already been.It had already been an awesome, exciting drama to be as I am desperate and hopeless at first like a fish flopping around on land and tried my orgasm as this slave could then satisfy a hungry cunt our champion. These hungry beautiful pussy that was so hot that it was not long before she came and brought her owner had to have this beautiful orgasm. Then they chippte me, like a vet a cat or dog chippt. It was only a short jump and did not really hurt. "So the lady always knows where you are. So they can take better care of us and we will never lose her. She is very caring and makes fast worries. Better that you she can not wait for you, they do not like at all "Then I smiled at the slave of love and went on:". Because the way a little nerve poison in it, so we better obey. But we should not worry as long as we obey. This can cause our champion at any time. That is, if she wants. But that does not make them with slaves who willingly serve her. ", The white blond slave said very clearly to me. "I have this chip. He was not really realizes. My name is Blanche. And you? "She left the room and I was left alone.

For a while I sat alone in the room. I could not believe what just happened here. I had become a slave. I had made myself a slave. Voluntary, no one had forced me. I had decided voluntarily to serve this beautiful unknown woman.

I had my hergeschenkt future for it. I was reminded of the agreement. I should henceforth serve every weekend, Saturdays and Sundays, my new mistress. When I passed my graduation I will be their forever, every day, this must be. What a view. I am no longer allowed to study, I would not have found a man and can not start a family with him.What was my teacher well with me before? I was not a slave, I had never found such games cool. I was not designed for it, had no predisposition for or any drives in that direction. I was not even a lesbian!

And I had my clit to do something unreasonable under the delusion lost. Without reason I had given him, just like that, just want to be someone special in the madcap idea. I was not getting more orgasms in a position, but could still be very cool. That's what I had just been regretted for the first time. Now I was special, but still infinitely cool. How I wish I could have got this one last orgasm. How I wish I had not been for this unnecessary procedure left unsatisfied. It was the highest horniness that I had in my young life in me. But instead of getting an orgasm, after which I so much alloyed, probably the largest and deepest orgasm of my life, they cut me and I indulged no more sexual salvation. How I wish I had now the queens had chosen option. Then I would now probably be happy, satisfied and completely finished fucked in her bed, and one should now not go through this agony. I could say goodbye even decency in accordance of my little pearl. But I myself had decided otherwise.

I came very slowly to me and I could also make a difference again. I slowly dared to stand up and actually succeeded.Before long, there came the other slave back into the room and offered me to go home. I nodded briefly. She gave me back my clothes and I got dressed. Then she linked arms with me and led me cheerfully to a large, black Phaeton. I got in and ventured on the whole trip not to say anything. I had to get up again sets a Eye safety, as it did on the trip. No one will know where my mistress has her little slave empire, I was reminded of the white-blonde. When I was allowed to remove these blinds, I got out at the city park. "Anneke," I said softly to her, "My name is Anneke."

I went home in a trance. I was not with whether a pedestrian traffic light was on red or green, I was not with whether my face was so wet by fog, rain or summer through my tears. I just wanted to get home in my own room, home, behind a door, which I could conclude. So I got with no idea how I got home. I threw myself on my bed and wept bitterly.

The next morning I was at first not even believe what has happened to me. I woke up in my street clothes in my bed.Was it really true? Was it all done voluntarily, without coercion from the outside? I sat at my computer and checked my outbox. In fact. I had even asked. Misleading, unbelievable. Stupid and unreasonable. In other words, I had brewed a huge shit, a shit that I could not undo.

Or is it? Perhaps the champion had indeed just bluffing. Perhaps they had me at the end did not remove my clitoris and it only so far stunned that I did not use last night was. Yesterday, I had not even cut felt. It did not hurt. Rapid heart beat and excited I ran to my dresser and picked up a hand mirror. I did not even certain that the door was really closed, I took off my panties and my jeans. "Please let me be still there," I prayed and schop with the mirror between your legs. I saw my shaved pussy since yesterday. For the first time since my girlhood I had no hair between her legs.But that was not now. I took between the labia minora and was looking for. I pushed back the labia minora and continued searching. I repeated this process and pushed my labia minora still further back, to the point where it hurt.But where was actually my little clitoris should be, there was nothing. Nothing more. So it was was. My hope is crushed immediately after it came up again. There was a brief moment of hope, a beautiful moment. The truth, however, was brutal. I put the mirror away and began to weep bitterly.

I spent the rest of the week remained in my room. I listened to sad music, looked out the window at a corn field in the distance, or howling. Normally, I cried not so much, but today I had to let my tears flow. From time to knock on my door Aunt Agatha. You must have thought well, I'd love grief or something. They then brought me a glass of cold coke with a slice of lemon or something tasty to eat. I was not hungry. But I took it on myself and ate it without hesitation.Aunt Agatha only meant well and was determined from the fact that I could help. If only they knew that I could help anything. It was final, it was forever. My sister Melanie made me striking this week alone. Certainly she was invited by Aunt Agatha to leave me a few days undisturbed. I was glad I could be alone for me.

Saturday morning I awoke with a start from my sleep. Shit, weekend, which meant no good. I had driven fast, that I now had to serve again. I dressed quickly, and I do not brush their teeth properly and instead carefully showered, I washed them I only briefly with mouthwash. I had nothing to do with as I rushed to our place in the park. In the park I could see Phaeton with Blanche at the wheel. Without a word I got back on the bench. I was surprised as we drove off, I was once again without a curtain. This time I could see exactly where we were going. "Well, you're entered voluntarily. My mistress will not tolerate slaves who do not follow their orders. You've saved a lot of trouble, little one, and this privacy too. Remember that you are chipped. If you betray, where the champion has her home, which is very, very unhealthy for you. "She said, glancing occasionally at the rearview mirror. I nodded, just to show that I understood. Twenty minutes after we had left the city, we came to a larger wooded lot. Around it grew many tall trees.You could see the apartment buildings only when they drove by the big electric gate, which opened the Phaeton seemingly automatically. When I left the car together with Blanche, I saw two buildings. One large and one smaller one, both were red from typical North German brick stone. "I'll take you to your room. There you are waiting for the champion. "Said Blanche, and led me without another word to say to the smaller of the two buildings.

My room did not look so bad. I had a nice big wooden bed with a reference light pink. On my bedside table was a radio-like device. It was probably an intercom, because I could not find any buttons to power on or off. Outside the windows beautiful curtains hung in various shades of red and white. On the wall hung a plasma TV with at least one meter in size, cool. The wall was still a little bare. Perhaps the champion has not yet become quite finished setting up my room. I was beginning to hope that everything would now turn back to the good. Except of course the lack of small bud between my legs. But that seemed to be a different story and was not apparent here. I sat on my soft bed and waited for things to happen that should the same.

After a short while, my teacher came in through the door. You did not knock, and stood in the center of the room. She was now fully clothed. She had her black patent leather boots on again, to a dark, black top, her breasts, which brought even greater advantage, and this seemed to be more abundant than they already are. "Today we start again slowly. I had promised you that I will not hurt you. That's what I'm going to keep, so do not be afraid of me. I consider myself to any of my arrangements. That you've got now realized that. "She looked me over. "You can not walk around dressed.I've already told you. You are my slave side - and as such it is not allowed you to wear clothes. Under no circumstances! "She looked more closely and now made it clear with her gesture that they would not tolerate it if one contradicted her. Slowly, I understood and I moved from garment to garment. My master observed my every move.So it was not unseen by her, that I had not shaved for a week untenrum. I've forgotten it easy because I had been before in my life has never shaved in my pussy. I would certainly be able to do it, since there was nothing at. I understood quickly that I would have done better and where I found now that my pussy was soooo not shave now.There were more than a few minor stubble. They were not long, but you could see them both, and feel. My lady freaked out regular and got a first-class tantrum. "You fucking shit minority breed. I had you strictly forbidden to enter my realm unshaven and then you show up here with your nasty cutting the beard? Are the Bushes women slaves, who do not know how to properly handle makes his Sklavinnenfotze? "She was almost beside herself, and her face got a wutrote staining. "Only privileged persons allowed to wear pubic hair. And you're nothing more inferior than a cunt, a submissive Fickstück, a worthless slave side. "She could hardly calm down again and cried over me again when I heard running footsteps coming closer. Blanche had to have thought that something terrible had happened."Shaving this naughty piece immediately, before I have to pass yet." Then she left the room furious. What a start.

"My God, but did you know that you have to be shaved here! How could you? "Said Blanche worried. I saw that she was not naked. She wore a similar costume as the champion, but it was kept in very bright white paint, they had to black boots. She was not angry, but more concerned about me. She left the room and came again after a very short time. She was again the razor, with which she was the last time I shaved at it, opened my legs and purposefully daubed up my pussy with foam. Again, it was not long before all my stubble was removed. I again had a bare pussy, as the last time, "Do not forget that you are allowed to run around here just naked. If you come on Saturday, you pull yourself out of here as quickly as possible in your room and stay naked for the rest of the weekend. And you draw on yourself again when you I take you home Sunday evening. Please do not make trouble, you draw the short straw here always. Come on, I will show you the mower. You should mow the lawn. Make it your neat, it is in your own interest, you will not again make the Champion unhappy, right? ". I nodded, but secretly thinking the exact opposite of Blanche and led me to a barn standing offside.

So I mowed the lawn naked. I froze, because it was on this day summery hot outside. Now and then I emptied the collection basket in the compost pile. A slave to mowing, kind of funny. When I was finally finished, I went to my room as ordered. No one was there waiting for me. So I washed myself for now. I had the whole body of dried turf. It was a nice feeling when I finally took a shower, when I finally got the whole mess got rid of the lawn mowing.

I lay there on my bed and stared at the ceiling and tried to imagine what appeared to be on this day before me. But nothing happened. After a long time where I dozed a bit, I turned on my big plasma TV. Viva came to music videos.This TV was much bigger and better than the old small tube in my girls' room and the picture was much better.

In the evening, Blanche knocked on my door and shouted: "get food". I got up and followed her as fast in the common areas of the champion. There they sat even at a large, sturdy table, but it seemed to me to be already finished eating."Thanks for letting me cook for you!" Said Blanche hastily assembled and placed the remains. Then they came together and completed one half into a Holsschälchen, the other half they went into a food bowl, which she placed on the wooden floor. "This is for you, Anneke! You will have to eat like a cat. No knives, no forks. The hands you may not accept help. The champion has so ordered. "She sat down at a rickety little table and ate the remains, which had left the champion, with an old spoon from her wooden bowl. There were red cabbage with Kaninchfleisch. Actually, very tasty. Blanche and I were again silent most of the time. Now and then I saw how caring Blanche looked in my direction.Maybe they liked me too, maybe she was just happy to be here no longer be alone. But I did not have a real hunger and refused, therefore, like to eat a kitten from a bowl. Only from drinking bowls I took something to me. I had gotten from the heat of a tremendous thirst. I am disgusted at himself.

After dinner, the master sent for me. "We'll see how my new free bead side slave shall pass. Have you played around on you again? "She was standing directly in front of me. Speechless with wide eyes and I said nothing. "Have you at home again pawed? Answer me. " I stammered, "nNo, no, have not iich." "Why not, you were not cool?" I went to the black blond woman. "There is no more From." I breathed even with his last strength. I was back just before the howling. Then the woman raised her head on my research, so I had to look directly into her face. "We also want to check whether you also tell you the truth. Sets you back and let yourself from my slave to your hands chained to the bed. "It was the couch on which I lost almost a week ago my clitoris forever. I nodded and did what was told me and put me to where Blanche was waiting for me to gag me. As soon as I lay there, Blanche began already on, stroking my arm. "Mmmmm," she said to me, and what it meant even more so. I slowly came to rest more and more and began to enjoy the love pats of Blanche. Again and again she stroked me on the hands, arms, then after a while on his stomach.Then she paused and took off her white tight-fitting corset. Only her black boots kept them on. With her breasts touched Blanche now always the most diverse regions of my body. That made me a week to cool the first time back a little. It succeeded indeed, as I again aroused clitoris free hetero females make. A beautiful woman, who was herself a slave, caressed my body with her tits. And I was like cool. I had to breathe loudly with lust again, it was a nice feeling to be at the mercy of this woman Sun Once she touched intentionally with one of her nipples my column. As if it were a finger, she took her heavy tit in his hands and rubbed her nipple again and again in my empty column up and down.Always up and down again. I caught my breath. The juices were flowing from my cunt out that way. But then she suddenly stopped and went to her mistress, who was also my champion and pulled it out slowly. First, a black corset, then a black bodice. For answer she was kissed by the lady with the tongue, then she pointed to her white-blond slave a place to watch. The black-haired champion came to me and now my legs massaged and kissed my breasts, her tongue circled my firm nipples. "Do you like this, you Sklavinnenfotze?" She hissed at me still, as she laid her right hand into my crotch, and summed up there with a wet finger expertly massaging my bare slit. "Is my slave horny?Will they say, more than to just be fingered? "I wanted to fight back against the Gefingertwerden, but I could not because my hands were tied and my legs refused their service. I was at the mercy of my mistress, and more violent was the lust in me a lust that I knew that there was no way out except to slowly come back to rest and to forget what I was missing. But when the mistress played so skillfully by me, so I had nothing further than to give up that feeling. If you can not come, then you want it even more. Again and again she moved from her little mean: They took me to the most remote regions of my body, she was kneading my breasts, she licked me on the neck or stomach, and again she fingered me. She fingered me in the left slot, then at the point where my clitoris was once, and then went deep into my vagina, then she rubbed me the right of the slot. More needs a girl not to melt away.

After an eternity felt when I was caressed and cared for, let me go and the lady sat on the chair in front of me I already knew. "Look at me!" I told the lady and I saw that Blanche was fed from the back of her mistress, and almost immediately grabbed his crotch. They immediately found the sensitive spot and began to turn now to the master fingers until they came. Again I heard the bar, feminine moan my master when it reached its satisfying climax. Blanche made a curtsy again, thanked him and went away on its assigned position. Again I was left unsatisfied. When Blanche I broke the chains, we were both sent to our rooms. There we should stay until tomorrow morning. Blanche had tonight explicit prohibition against masturbation. Had it not something designed to the satisfaction of the champion? However, it was expressly exempted me from my master, whether and for how long I want to masturbate. How common.

The next morning I was awake alone in my chamber. I understood quickly that I was in the realm of my mistress, and went into my little Badezimmerchen. It was nicely decorated with wooden furniture and I was looking through the drawers for a toothbrush, when I noticed a women's razor. It was a pink-colored Gillette for Women. Without hesitation I touched me my pubic mound. Personally, I would say though that it should be super smooth, but my teacher wanted to have a smooth yet determined. I rummaged briefly in the next drawer and quickly found the shaving gel. By Gillette and "For Women". I sprayed it on me first my left hand, and from there continue on my very slightly stubbly pubic mound and left and right of my slit. I took a mirror and took him under my ass, so I could see exactly where I had to shave yet. After a while, I was ready and washed me out of my pussy with cold clear water. My master has to be satisfied with me. My cunt is smooth as a baby's bottom. Since no more hairs can be seen, of course, must be satisfied with me. From now on, I'd shave twice a day. Once upon rising and once before dinner.

The next day flew by. Shortly after nine, I was called for breakfast. I could only eat from my bowl - sorry, eat - what to me remains of Blanche of her food was poor. She seemed nice to think with me, because I got not only the driest crumbs, but also a little butter and a slice of sausage. I constantly wondered who this was Blanche at all. She is just like me a slave. But it is the first slave of my mistress, I am only the slave side. Is it also voluntarily out of sheer stupidity as I become a slave? I could imagine only with difficulty. Was she a real slave who took the humiliation? Was it her own will and desire? Because they needed to be satisfied sexually? I decided to read the next week on the Internet more than submissive slaves. I had to leave me in a boundless lust trick of my mind and had let myself in for any reason, but by choice, too, but I was not a real slave. I was not submissive and servile, but actually self-determined. I needed this slave narrow layer not to be sexually satisfied. I was not even on women. I would much rather let myself in my true muscular men with these two busty beauties. They were really nice, but I was on men. But Blanche was submissive?They really need this humiliation? Was she even a real lesbian and was only on Chicks?

When I came back the second weekend in my Sklavinnenkammer, I found the redesigned space in front again. There have been suspended three extra large glossy pictures. There were photos of my own vagina. My mistress Blanche or have they had made during the procedure two weeks ago. The left photo was of my vagina before surgery. She was still hairy. She had beautiful dunke, almost black pubic hair, not a jungle. Why pubic hair is usually darker than the head hair? My head hair is brown, I wear them most open and long. But my pubic hair is almost black. In this picture, as I found they had a perfect length and she had so certainly be able to beguile the odd man. Between the hair and I could see my column in this column, my old and cherished just the clitoris. I missed him. The picture in the middle already showed my pussy shaved with this very steep aufstehendem majästetischem, aroused clitoris. If you looked closely you could see that he was still a little bit larger than on the first frame. Are plays around a clitoris, which was only waiting for a clever, warm tongue. A clitoris, which one would have all sorts of naughty, naughty and nasty things can do infinitely. Was made as this photo, I indeed was the new addition to my slave mistress have become my sex was still intact and could still give me countless orgasms. Maybe I would have been like Blanche. Blanche was at least still get orgasms, at least when the mistress she expressly permitted. Maybe I would have even one time or another get even yourself, if necessary, in secret. Certainly it got hold of Blanche now and again secretly and quietly. Or was the champion about ways and means to control unauthorized orgasms? Surely she has das. The right photo but my vagina was gone by without a pleasure center. It has to be created shortly after the procedure. I recognized the beauty of vagina. It was mine. She looked really gorgeous in these pictures. She was wonderfully smooth, offering an enormous area that could have been as a man can caress. In this column would forever have to live without their center. For this column is always in the middle of the female hill without intoxicating waves of time and repetitive orgasms have to get by. I cried when I saw these pictures, because I was once more conscious of what I had lost everything. Voluntary. My freedom, my future and to still pursue the possibility of a real woman of my sexuality. I took off my clothes, hung my clothes in the closet and lay naked on my bed. I did not know what to do now. The day was still young and I had told no one what my mistress was going on that day still with me.

I was startled, because suddenly my teacher was standing in the room before me. She had a long black coat.Approximately a meter stood silently behind her Blanche. "There you are, finally, I had already missed you! Tell me, are you actually still intact? Have you ever seen a real sex? You know, with a real man? ", The lady asked me sternly.I saw her in surprise and nodded silently again. "Well, that's good. Just as I had wished. Then I take a right out of the first night. Although it is not night, but I let the time go by that. "She had to laugh, then she pulled a little out in her coat pocket and conjured up what looked like an artificial penis. "You see this? This is a penile prosthesis. I thank God no's tail, but this one is certainly better and more valuable than any real man cock. She handed it to me, pointing at me that I should like to see him more closely. "With this cock real women can have great fun. He looks like a simple dildo, but he has a porch, which can plug directly into the vagina, otherwise it does not work. This stem takes care of your fuck hole and stimulates your clitoris. "At the word" clitoris "This time they seemed to enjoy very much and again pointed to a pair of scissors movement. "Excuse me, I mean, he could make you feel like pearl so awesome. Thus, a woman can be even waxed like a man you have to do on the penis, rub or blow him a really wet, hot, horny pussy put to him, then your hole and your clit is so spoiled that it comes to you. And I swear, every woman, so any woman at all least, will be very hard. I will show you the times. "Then she took the dildo from me again and walked over to Blanche."Take your clothes off, slave," she told her. These obeyed and dropped her white robe. My mistress licked the front of the gorgeous-looking imitation cock with her own saliva, without further attention, they put it in the hole of the other slave. The dildo kept by itself and did not even need to be held with straps, so he took on the shapes of the pussy of the other slave. The stood there as if she had touched his own erect penis, but not otherwise. "The holding. So you can do whatever you want. You can even fuck like a real man Every damn fucking pussy you can fuck with it. Then she knelt in front of Blanche and slowly rubbed on Kustpenis. At first, Blanche did not at all, but after a short time she found it increasingly difficult to stand straight. "Do you see how awesome it is my slave, that I cum now, as if they had a useless dick? This tail can inject even when I want it. Like a real horse cock. Of course he has to be refueled before with cum.She knocked gently on the scrotum indicated the penile prosthesis. You can of course fill it with real men's semen, but here I will make no small Sklavinnenbabys yes, so I filled in. sperm imitation. It tastes only half as good as real. "She looked at again now. "He remembers when the wearer is. He then injects itself off, just like the guys. So I'm always in control, if anyone comes, do not get that my naughty slave without an exit permit. "She laughed, then she jerked quickly. Blanche's eyes closed now, and began to breathe more clearly. Her breasts were now moving remarkably to their breathing. "I can jerk them as long as it comes up! I can jerk them until they injected me here at my feet. And I think this horny slave is the same so far. She wants to inject me here at my feet, maybe she wants to inject me in the face. Does that make you hot, slave? "Blanche nodded. She left with her movements after not been even a little faster and wilder. When Blanche began to moan and hold on to the body of their champion had to keep from falling, it actually seemed to look after, that they would come at any moment.

"But I can also leave and do not let them come," then she looked at her sternly in the face slave. "Like now, for example!" Irritated and obviously angry about it, that her orgasm was not looking gives them half-contemptuous, half-pleadingly at her mistress. Then it was again removed the penis. "You come just when I want it. Is that clear? "Cried the champion played furious about the lust of her subjugated slave. Stand in the corner and watch me in my new addition to a slave of me is made to the woman, "she ordered before she makes her elegant black coat smear ladylike and now hairy turn even the penis into her beautiful with a strip vagina began without him even to wet a second time.She was allowed to have pubic hair, because she was the champion. Then she patted me gently on my body and opened my delicate and tender both of my legs. My shaved pussy began to throb in between, because I knew I should now be taken immediately by her with their penis prosthesis. I did not have to decide whether I wanted it or not.When I remembered how I had imagined my first time as a girl as always, and this was exactly the opposite. "Your body belongs to me. You did hergeschenkt me. You wanted to be my slave side. Now I'm taking what's mine. Try to enjoy it. "She whispered to me. Shortly afterwards, she lay down on me. Her head was directly above me, her big tits were on mine. I liked the pressure they exerted. They were heavy. Your penis was right in front of my hole. She started kissing me. She was good at kissing. I was weak and kissed back. I started to enjoy it and felt like I was excited.Again and again she gently pushed her penis at the entrance of my vagina, but I just lay there and waited for what was to come there. "Now I'll open your little jar, minor slave". Gently, she ran into me. It hurt briefly, but not too much, because they obviously did not want to hurt me. After a few gentle bumps they had entered fully into me. Her art penis filled me completely. It was a surprisingly pleasant experience. Now, they slowly began to fuck me. I could feel that my pussy was getting wetter. I began again to breathe harder. I was now no longer a virgin, I was now a real woman, one that gets fucked by another woman. I would have until recently not even have imagined. I was fucked properly. It seemed to please my master, because even now, she joined her eyes, and she began to breathe louder and me to work even faster. "Come, little slave side, come on. You want to get you, right? Come whenever you can, or will you be my only willing Fickstück? Want something that just wants to be free hole in which I clean syringe with my tail? "She moaned softly. The penile prosthesis seemed to do their duty, just as she had not demonstrated to me before her white blond female slave. She clasped my hands and was now in their wild thrusts. "If you can not, then I have just come to you. Then I come to you because I'm cool, because I will come and come because I can. Then I come, because in my little pussy on it and everything is still working. I would never let me down because circumcised. "How mad they fucked me now continue until she began to moan loudly. She moaned so loud that it would have the whole neighborhood can hear, at least if she had had one. Something hot poured into me. When her orgasm slowly ebbed strong, she remained with her penis inside me for a while and seemed to be fading waves of her climax to enjoy. After a while she stroked me gently through the hair again and stood up carefully. Without saying another word, she left with their steep upright penis space. Her slave followed her silently. But I was horny, unsatisfied and splashed back into my room.

I do not know how long I remained silent lie on my bed, but it must have been hours, hours before I finally got up and wanted to go to the toilet. The sperm imitation already stuck to my thighs, but it was still endlessly out of me when I was sitting on the toilet. She had to have the tank filled to the brim of Kunstpenisses with the white-yellow sauce. So much was das. but I was sad. I was kept here as Sexgespielin without it ever can be happy. I was just a miserable Fickstück, one that could never have an orgasm. A Fickstück, which had always been willing to obey his master and have no control over his body would be more. No more.

I looked for a while sadly out the window to the outside, it rained. Then there was a knock at my door. I was wondering already. Since when the champion's That Knocking on with me? But it was not my teacher, it was Blanche.She put a note on the bedside table. It was a task list in which everything on it was what I had done everything before dinner, he said. It was quite a lot. So I should reap the garden salad and then wash and then bring Blanche for further processing in the kitchen. "It's raining, I may even dress for nothing?" I asked her quietly. "Yes. You are allowed to wear anything as secondary slave. Forget disengage it, the lady would, if they would know that. Try it better not. "She shrugged her Schulten. "The best part is, you hurry, then you're cold so long." Then she looked at me deeply: "There are people who are happy to see women freezing. One thing I must tell you yet. " She looked embarrassed and did not know what to do with her looks. "I should stop by today evening with you and practice with you." She was embarrassed that I could remember. "The master has ordered me to sex with you from now on practicing. The penile prosthesis, you know? She wants me to be better, so I can still get it right. They want you herhältst for it, because eventually you're a woman ... I do not know if you like that, but that does not matter for the mistress. "She made a long pause. "I'll come back after dinner to you. At half past eight, all right? Wait "Without a serious answer, she left my room again. Phew, that was. Blanche was practicing on me, so she could get her Master better. I was here as a sex slave and I did not know whether I liked it or not, to get involved. I knew that I would expect something like this, I had no choice anyway. Only when Blanche was gone for a long time, I nodded.

In the evening, then knocked again Blanche at my chamber door. She was dressed as always in her white leather jacket. She was wearing her black boots. "Hello my baby. Here we go. "She said as she left her elegant and ladylike sheath drop in front of me. She kept her boots on again. Blanche had no bra on. She was probably just wearing the white and the black boots Sklavinnenmantels allowed, she wore no panties. She was standing almost naked in front of me. I saw her large, firm breasts with their beautiful delicate protruding nipples. I saw her beautiful face and beautiful long white blond hair. She really was a beauty. Hard to believe that she has agreed to serve as a slave in the small kingdom of our Lady. I saw her waiting cunt between her legs to get used to. This shaved pussy was perfect. How did they do it? Since not a single pimple in sight. Blanche waited a bit and finally started before my eyes, playing with her vagina. She moistened her finger is not, she stroked immediately release it. About a minute she was playing so to be around, then she bent down and pulled out from her jacket lying on the floor, the penile prosthesis. When she bent down to her crack opened easily. In this column, she, unlike me, still serving her well her clitoris. I envied about Blanche. Then she slowly walked up to me and sat with me in my bed. Before my eyes, she slowly brought the stem of the prosthesis into her sex. She closed her eyes slightly. It had a nice feeling for them, you could see how much they enjoyed it. The denture was filled with artificial sperm, just like this afternoon? When he was finally introduced in Blaches cunt, she fondled his penis a little like she was stroking real man, and made it very gently probably still excited and ready for the next act the same then slowly put it on me . Again, I could feel my breasts, I found that feeling comfortable again and again, this artificial penis was waiting for me to penetrate. Her eyes were on mine, our lips were only inches apart. She played with her feminine tongue. I thought she would have liked to kiss, but something stopped her. With one hand she caressed my face and hair. With the other hand, she walked slowly between our legs. She took his penis and rubbed it slowly over my empty column. I moaned softly as she touched me there. I grew up in a desire for it, they feel in me. I could hardly wait to feel this woman finally in me, as she took pity on and slowly and carefully penetrated me. Again I had to moan a little louder this time. The intrusion did not hurt at all this time. It was actually very, very pleasant and beautiful. She moved rhythmically in me now. The penis was really big. I felt him gently again come up against my cervix. Only very slightly. I had closed my eyes and made me fully on their lovemaking. When I blinked, she saw her face above the mean. She seemed to enjoy this game too well and then I had this feeling, as if she had kissed me the most. She did not, but I felt that she liked me. Slowly, my desire grew to their penis and on. I enjoyed each of her butt. And with each thrust of my lust turned her back. Slowly built up in me a familiar feeling, a feeling, as I knew it only from the slowly commencing orgasms. This feeling grew more and more, but I knew it was hopeless. I would not have come, for I had no clitoris more. Nevertheless, I fucked her slowly back now. I had no choice, my body dropped completely, and he seemed to care that his fate had destined him to an orgasm-free life. I'm moaning now and over again out loud every time it came out of my butt. Blanche was breathing much harder now, too.She was probably very far. The prosthesis functioned well again. With both hands she covered me and now squeezed too tightly. You pushed me then getting wilder and more violent. Always louder their moans. And it was fucking intense again. But just before she came, she stopped. They now still in my long and not moving. Without saying a word, I looked questioningly at her face. "I can not come to you. The religious leader has prohibited it. "She had to take breaks while speaking repeatedly in order to breathe. She was very out of breath. Although I was very excited and would like to come herself, she was sorry. I gently stroked her hair and down her back. For some reason, I would like to let them come to me. After a while, we were lying in the way she went on to fuck me slowly. This time I concentrated only on Blanche and stroked it continues. Blanche began to moan loudly again to fuck me and getting wild. Desperate, she came into it further and deeper into me. Just before she arrived, she stopped, but. She did not dare not to follow the orders of their master. She was very obedient. She pulled her penis slowly out of my pussy and lay down beside me on the bed. She kept them on their penis. It smelled very sweet, to cunt, but also to Blanche. I inhaled her scent several times. Whether they probably did the same? We cuddled for a while without saying a word, then we both fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning I was alone.

The Sunday was almost uneventful. In the morning I wiped the floor in our Sklavinnenkammern and in the premises of the champion. My breasts started in time to hurt anything. He was not used to long to be out of a bra. The force of gravity makes itself felt very well with me. He was just too big and had too much weight. At tea in the afternoon I had to once again watch as Blanche licking his mistress. Blanche could not come back again. I was still jealous of the mistress, and perhaps I should have been a good champion and not the slave, which I was now. As a champion I could command as much as I wanted and had all the orgasms may have in the world, all I needed and wanted. But I was doomed to lag behind every horny. Horny and unsatisfied. What a shit.

When I got home, my sister Melanie already waited for me. She had probably noticed that I've been all weekend away from home. "Well, you're a lover, or where have you been all this time?". I did not know what I should answer, and stammered something only because of that I would not. We both went to her room and she turned on her stereo. I liked the music they heard. Club, not too mainstream, but not too hard. "Now tell already Sis, where were you? Last weekend you were not here, not this. Be glad that the mom and dad did not notice. "

I looked at her long, did not know how to explain it. But suddenly I started out just loszuplappern. I had to use my experiences. I told her in detail that I had found someone who had done the procedure with me. I told her that I had not forced me to decide, as a secondary slave to serve someone and that I had to spend every weekend from now on naked at my mistress. Without clothes, but worse, even without clitoral. Melanie did not work for my comments slowly down the jaw. That must have been the craziest they had ever heard in her life. When I stopped to report, they could say nothing for a long time. But then she suddenly whispered: "Take off your clothes!" And I took off my clothes. First, my jeans, then my panties. Melanie and saw that I was clean-shaven, just like them. Then I pushed my lips no more calls so far back that they had to recognize that I had not lied. I had let my words with deeds actually follow. Now I was proud that I had done that unreasonable? I did not know himself. But somehow there was already a kind of satisfaction that I had not just announced only to do this, but have actually done really well. But there were things I could not be reversed and there were things I would regret it one hundred percent in my life many times. Without saying another word, I put my clothes back on. Melanie was still affected, and speechless. I hit my sister again very strong, she pushed me back dear. When I let go, she gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead. I walked slowly to my room and made my bed fine, this time again with his pajamas. When I had closed the blinds and finally lay in my bed, I heard my sister moan more loudly. She got hold of that night three more times. Also, I was horny and had to play around with me, but I was just excited and horny. I should not get an orgasm more today. Not today, not tomorrow, never again. Never.

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