Sarah wrote to Alex: There was no good reason for me to get up and leave the table before I could se...

1. Sarah not only in the Sub Rooms
Sarah wrote to Alex:
There was no good reason for me to get up and leave the table before I could see your comments
brunette sitting next to you get a little bit more frequent soundings. I left because I was afraid of
her, talk to her, looking at her, but I left with the knowledge that by leaving, I'm locking during the
evening.
How Do I Know When I returned, this slight woman turned in her chair to face you, one of her legs
casually wiped his. It was about your age, maybe a year or two older in her mid 30s, dressed in a
dark, thin slip that barely held her curves as she leaned over to you. Her partner, almost incredibly
tall man, a good few years younger than she was completely excluded from the conversation.
When I went to the bar, you ran your hand on your hair and finished his sentence, "and this is mine."
You pulled his arm around me, slipping his hand down the inside of the legs and leaned to whisper to
me, "do not talk" when I looked over his shoulder at the woman. She assessed me, without a doubt.
Her eyes met mine and I refused to look away, even if he looked at me for the longest time and I felt
myself blush. I knew it would be tough.
It was clear at this point that in my brief absence, the details were arranged, and before I knew it,
you and the woman stood to go. She looked at her tall day, and I realized for the first time, how
attentive he was to her. He moved when beckoned him stood slightly hunched, tense, ready to
respond to it. She clearly said to him: "Come on," as she wrapped her arm around you and began to
walk away, the boy moving without hesitation. I froze completely, can not accept that the warrant
was for me too, unable to move without the instant connection with you. You saw me standing there
and put his hand in mine, you understand. You and she went hand in hand with me on your side
clings to your side, because her boy followed behind, unnoticed. You are engaged in an interview
with her, but I could feel like you're straining your grip on my side, either because you were happy,
or you wanted to make sure.
Your kindness had it's limitations; We went into his hotel suite and before she could say something
that had me ready position facing the wall. It was time for me to slip to let go of my restlessness, my
reluctance, my stubbornness. You have not given me the opportunity to comment on them, you
turned your back on me and let me get down on your hands and knees and start to focus. I was
afraid, not for something specific, it was the feeling you get before you go off the high dive. You
know you're safe, but it's a long way down from the edge. You have to stop thinking, just for a split
second, just enough to launch yourself. And that was exactly what I wanted to do myself. I fell to the
floor, overwhelmed with shame at the moment to do it in front of others, but especially before
another woman. But I was in the water; I was wrong.
The boy did not need to order and took the position of kneeling beside the chair. You and the woman
continued to talk, and it was about me. About how you and I met, as we learned, how you train me as
a sub. I slipped out of the astonished embarrassment to pride in hearing you talk about me, about us,
so happy. I want to know how much I will please you. The interview continues and I keep my eyes
low, holding on to the idea that you're watching me. It makes me feel safer. I almost forgot where I
was, I began to dive into my thoughts, feeling and felt his body - stretch the muscles in my arched
back, pain in my arms locked and visible moisture, probably more significant to keep you from
looking up your skirt.

2. I heard that she told him: "You'll explore it for me. Stand up, go for it." Giant boy came to me, and
when I stood in front of him, I got a better look at him, his warm tan skin, awkward frame, muscular,
but very slender limbs. Despite the fact that towered over me, something in the way they refused to
meet my gaze, I feel stronger. Not for long though. She went through the motions him.
"Pull your hair back from her face, touched her face, she opened her mouth." From face was
unbearable and uncomfortable, I did not expect that his hands touch me so intimately. "Run your
fingers in your mouth." His fingers were long and he squeezed around the inside of the mouth.
Embarrassed, I felt spit starts to drip out as he held open the lips. "In the neck, one in the first
place."
Ultimately spoke. "Sarah, you make a very deep breath and try to choke. Can you do it?" I nodded as
much as I could with my fingers kept his mouth wide. He slid his finger and I took a deep breath in
through your nose. She said, "next" and I felt my throat resist when he pulled his long fingers wide.
He stood there, fully dressed in front of you and her, because this man splayed open his mouth and
put his fingers into me, it was so inconsistent, so sudden and shocking, and I was so very wet all the
time.
"Turn it around, taking off her dress and bra and panties." Without hesitation from him and suddenly
I was naked. I was painfully aware of my body, my breasts completely exposed, my hands wrapped
gently around the torso, legs tightly.
"Sarah, hands down and open your legs." You looked hard at me, I followed your command, almost
desperate for you to give me some respite from the eyes on my body. But she did not give you a
chance, she ordered the boy to strip, and for the first time, I heard him speak, "Yes, ma'am," was all.
I shuddered in response to his submission, a wave of shame that they feel control over me too. I was
disoriented moment, unable to accept the idea when I noticed, now naked body standing in front of
me. I did not see the body, in fact, just a cock. Dark and full, not even a matter of centimeters, his
penis was the size of my forearm. I knew there was not much I could do, my body was too small,
literally would not fit.
As I watched, she came up to him and began tying his hands behind his back, I saw him getting
harder. She's drunk very thin white rope on the chest, around the shoulder blades, and I could see
the thread digging into his skin. You called me to you, and how she still weave it and then attach it
to the bars at the foot of the bed post sitting on the floor, you have given me permission to open his
pants and take his cock in my mouth. I breathed the scent of you groaning at the first taste of
precum in my mouth. Sucking on a thick penis feel instantly calm. When I say it's time to suck it. Tell
me crawl, and I wince at the thought. You're holding my head in his hands and say "I told you climb.
Thou shalt have no objection to what I said, you know." As I nodded slowly, release the head and
slap my face hurt enough. I delve deeper into the release. I crawl right past her, like me, kicking at
my side and I fall.
"Do not respond." You can almost screaming at me from the chair. It's as if there is no air in the
room and one million seconds pass. You're testing. I do not respond. "She's a good girl. Now you can
suck a penis."
There is no point even trying to swallow all of it, it will never be enough space. I open my lips and
wrap it around the head, lapping his precum and running my tongue along the sides. I open and
start slowly sucking, just a couple of inches I come in, spit starts to pour out of my mouth on his
penis, running over his balls and ass and onto the floor. My jaw hurts badly and I can not breathe.
They come to me, very close, and pushing back. I feel it is naked. Soon you feel for her arms around

3. us, whether we like everyone to kneel before the bound man, completely silent and almost ignored
by us in addition to my other desperate attempts to fit his penis in my mouth. You and wrap her
hands in my hair and start pushing. I see that you have one hand and play with her pussy, fucking
her pretty hard with your fingers. I'm gagging hard every time my head is pushed down, and she is
relentless. "Go on slut, puke on it, if you have, but you have that cock with his little neck." There are
tears streaming down my face, and spitting everywhere and it goes on forever, physical pain gets
worse and worse until finally, she becomes distracted fingers and turns to kiss you. I stop sucking
his penis and watch as your tongue enters your mouth and keep your hands close to her face. I am
overcome, I need your hands on me. But it's not my time.
You can contact me, and look at his giant penis. "I think that if it does not fit into your mouth, you
know where to go." You can quickly lift me from the ground. You sit at the feet of every one of your
arms and hold on the neck as you get down in front of him. You have to control over how my body
penetrated, you try and cut me directly at his penis. I completely lost focus. It is pure pain, tingling
on the outside of my pussy as hard segments and pain as my cervix slams against his head. I can not
move, can not breathe for the first minute, it's a pain and I look into your eyes, trying to pass out.
Stay close to me, holding my ribcage and then run silently stared at his hands on my shoulders and
tight on my tits that stretch on and twist in your hands. I'm sitting there stuffing his giant penis, but
with eyes on you, reacts to touch my body, knowing that I was still holding the penis that is under
your command. It is tied to the bed, he is nothing. This is true for ever, and you begin to sway me up
and down on his cock harder and harder to create new waves of pain and tears, as I was trying to
process feelings. But I can stay with you, you have whispered to me, good girl, good girl, and I'll stay
with you.
She comes behind me and starts to untie him. Slowly lift it to me and I feel like something ripped
from my body, there is such a void where his penis was. Not for long. You lay on your side on the
bed, and instructed me to slide next to you. I know I'll have your ass. She leads him to the bed as
well and puts him on his back. She starts playing with his balls, hitting them hard enough to hurt,
testing his ability to remain calm. Every time you respond to a soft hit, he is punished very hard. You
and I watch as you start to squeeze my fingers in my ass. One, then two, and then spreads two. I
time and my back arches away from you, but your free hand hold me close. Many minutes later, she
stands on the bed and squats on the bed between him and me She commands us both to lick her
pussy, I'm so far away that I respond immediately. Both he and I fight to be in close co-operation and
run our tongues inside her. You can follow me, slowly stroking his penis with one hand still resting
on my ass.
She pushed him down onto his back and pushes me into his arms. She sits on his face hard, grinding
her pubic bone in his mouth while digger her nails into his chest. Tell me sit back on his penis. I
almost cry, it hurts so fucking wrong and I do not know if I can handle it. You can tilt and kiss me
deeply, and said, "Do it now." And so, because you have decided that I will cram his cock into my
already stretched pussy, I leaned over him and slowly led his length into my body, one centimeter
felt my pussy open for him.