Moscow Nights
In the evening, as usual, I went online to the only more or less decent site with a wide selection of topics and high traffic. I chatted about this and that, but essentially about nothing. I ran into a couple of online jerks and bullies, had a nasty argument with one of them—I need to let off steam sometimes too. Some kind of sexual aggressor latched onto me seriously. Well, okay, I chatted with him, but got nothing but dirty questions and horniness. After an hour and a half, I started talking with a more or less decent interlocutor. In the end, no matter how you slice it, with men it all comes down to the same thing. He found out what city I'm from and invited me to visit him. I thought
– "yeah, right, I'll drop everything right now and rush to you." Although after he backed up his offer with a sum of money, the thought did cross my mind, "maybe I should give it a try." I'm not tied down by family or kids yet, life is kind of a routine, no job, no decent boyfriend... I could make up some story for my parents. Although maybe he's some kind of adventurer and con man. Okay, it's not the last day I'm talking to him. Of course, I wouldn't want to get into a dirty mess, but I'm not a little girl anymore and I'm fully aware of what I'm doing.The next week, I continued communicating with him. It turned out he wasn't so simple. Moreover, he suggested I come stay with him as a sex slave. Very interesting. I imagined myself as a slave to a completely unfamiliar older man. Funny and even scary. I teased him a bit, saying I'd think about it, you have to keep the conversation going somehow. But he was stingy about the money: 500 rubles a day plus food and round-trip travel expenses. He said his family had broken up, his adult kids had moved away, and now he's alone, he's 56, and based on our communication, he really likes me, how nice, oh my.
At some point, I realized I enjoyed talking to him and caught myself feeling a sense of trust towards him. After a month of communication, I was ready to go visit him in a suburban town near Moscow. And even though I had just turned 24, I didn't have any concerns about him. Especially since Moscow is nearby and there's an opportunity to visit museums and various attractions. As a man, he suited me quite well—mature, serious, reasonable, polite, and trustworthy.
In our online communication, we preliminarily agreed that I would stay with him for a few days, and if some mutual attraction arose, then for n-15 days we could play some role-playing games. All, of course, by mutual desire.
Pavel Viktorovich sent me money for the trip, and I, having previously made a plan to visit museums and art galleries, set off for Moscow. Then I took a train to a town located 40 kilometers from the capital.
Pavel Viktorovich greeted me very friendly, probably not quite believing until the end that such a young girl, by his standards, had come to him. Within 15 minutes, we were at his one-story house with an attic. The house was medium-sized, well-kept, with an attached garage. We just talked all evening, had dinner, drank tea. Then he showed me the cozy little room prepared for me, where I, tired from the journey, went to sleep.
The next day, I went to Moscow as planned, visited a couple of museums, and just walked around admiring the city. In the evening after dinner, Pavel Viktorovich sat down very close to me on the sofa and put his right arm around my shoulders. This embarrassed me, but I tried not to show it. I wasn't psychologically ready yet for, let's say, "close" communication.
– Viktor Nikolaevich, can we wait a few more days? I like you very much, but I'm not ready yet for an intimate relationship with you, please don't be offended.
– Oh, Tanyushenka, of course we won't rush, I understand everything, you need to get used to me. I like you very much, I'll do everything so you feel comfortable with me.
– Well, Tanyushenka, don't worry, everything will be fine, we've already gotten used to each other over a week, I have warm feelings for you. Love between us isn't possible due to the age difference, and we're not looking for it, but this contract will free our hands for half a month. Sign it, don't be afraid of anything.
He came up to me and, hugging me like a father, kissed me on the cheek. I was overcome with a feeling of warmth and comfort. And indeed, I've been living at his expense for a week already, I've completed more than half of my cultural sightseeing in Moscow, I need to fulfill my part of the agreement.
The contract specified things like complete submission, wearing a collar, unquestioning execution of given commands, moving on all fours, all types of sex (except anal, which I crossed out), spanking, slaps, standing in the corner, humiliation, and insults. And for the duration of the contract, visiting Moscow was excluded. Naturally, everything was to be kept in complete secrecy.
– Pavel Viktorovich, can I stay with you for a few more days after the contract ends, to go to the museums I haven't visited yet? Who knows when I'll be in Moscow again; only if I come visit you again.
– Of course, Tanyushenka, I've gotten so used to you, stay as long as you need.
– Thank you, Pavel Viktorovich, you're such a wonderful person, you've become a real friend to me.
I walked up to him myself and, looking straight into his eyes, pressed against him. At that moment, there was no one dearer to me. I touched my lips to his. His unshaven stubble slightly prickled my cheeks. He gently hugged me and pressed me to himself; I felt the strength of his arms. We kissed like that for several minutes. I felt his member swelling. Everything was heading towards me having to sleep with him today. But after a whole day of traveling around Moscow, I had no strength left.
– Pavel Viktorovich, you're such a sweetheart, let me go, we have a whole two weeks ahead of us. I'm very tired today, I'm going to lie down.
– Okay, Tanyusha, of course, go rest: and please sign the contract.
– You, Pavel Viktorovich, are just like in accounting, here I am signing, – smiling, I signed the contract and went to sleep.
The contract's effect began at eight o'clock in the morning.
Morning came, exactly at eight o'clock, Pavel Viktorovich entered Tatyana's room without knocking, holding a bucket of cold water in his right hand. He approached the still-sleeping girl and sharply yanked the blanket off her onto the floor. His gaze fell upon Tatyana sleeping on her back in panties and a tank top. Then, without ceremony, he abruptly doused her from head to toe with water from the bucket. Tatyana, understanding nothing, woke up in horror and screamed:
– What are you doing, are you crazy, are you sick or something?
At that same moment, she received a powerful slap:
– On your knees, bitch... quickly..., – roared Pavel Viktorovich, spraying saliva. He had been patiently waiting for this moment for a whole week. Tossing the bucket aside, he grabbed the girl, who was looking at him in horror, by the hair and yanked her onto the floor.