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It has been almost a week since we saw each for the first time. I have never had an internet conversation with a stranger before. You were webcamming and I stumbled across your darkened room one day. Night for you in London and day time for me. I don’t know what attracted me to stop at your room when there were another nine hundred to choose from. I couldn’t see your face. The room was dark. But I saw enough of you to stop and say hello. My god you were sexy! No sound. Just typing. You were wearing a white strapless bodice that covered your breasts but you kept pulling it down, just giving us a tease of your breasts. I say “us” because it was in public chat. There were probably others watching. I could not take my eyes off you. I could not take my eyes off your delicate neck and how it gave way to your shoulders and chest. You looked so naked even though you were covered. Your hands nervously caressed your neck as we chatted. Out of the blue istanbul travesti you said that you would be my slave and do what I wanted. I didn’t think I had ever given you any indication that I was dominant or looking for someone submissive. “You are a dangerous woman.” You smiled. “I will do whatever I can to make you happy. You can be my master.” “Would you still say that if I came up behind you now and pulled your breasts roughly and put a clothes pin on your nipples?” Pause. “Yes. I think so.” From that moment on, you had me. Even though you said you would be my slave, you had all the power over me. I could tell you what to do and you would obey, but the reality was that I could not stop thinking about you. We played some more. You covered yourself in a blanket and then took your shirt and bra off. You teased me, slowly exposing your delicate breast and erect nipple. Then you covered up and did the same for the other side. istanbul travestileri You never exposed yourself for very long to the camera but I had never seen anything so sexy in my life. I asked you to place your hair clip on your nipples. The kind with the spring and sharp fingers. They sharpness dug into the delicate flesh around your nipples. Gradually you removed your hand so I could see. The hair clip grabbing the skin and holding on to the tight, firm breast. You took it off all too quickly. It seemed like a new experience for you. The pain was intense. Sharp. I can’t remember too much more because of the state I was in. I was overwhelmed by your obedience, trust, beauty and breathlessness. It seemed that neither of us was breathing. It ended with promises to continue. I asked you to write me a message with all that you enjoyed and a list of things you wanted to do with me. So far you have not written. That’s okay. travesti istanbul I know you will return. But you will be punished for not writing. You will be punished for leaving me for a week. I have been planning the next session in the hours that I couldn’t sleep because I could not get you out of my mind. When we next meet, I will be kind and gentle at first. But there will be punishment and some more pain. I want you to wear regular street clothes. I want you to feel that everything is normal. I want you to be on edge, not knowing what is to come. We will take our time though. The question I asked you last time was to choose between being tied up, blindfolded on the bed and to expose either the top half of your body or the lower half of your body. I wanted you to choose between making your breasts vulnerable to me and exposed to the world or your legs and pussy. You couldn’t choose even though I asked you to five times. That is why you were punished with the hair clip on your nipples. Your rather weak answer was that you would choose whatever pleased me the most. What would have pleased me most was for you to make yourself vulnerable and answer the question. This week I have a new task.

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