Actually, she appears very delicate and fragile, skinny as she is. But she's extremely fit. Only when she's actually active do steel-hard muscles and tendons become visible beneath her soft skin. I'm not weak myself, but despite her petite frame, Petra puts many men in the shade. She lugs around boxes seemingly effortlessly, and I can't even shift them.

This becomes quite clear in my lessons with her. Any resistance is absolutely futile; I'm like putty in her hands. Just a defenseless doll. She's probably still very gentle with me, even if it feels otherwise. 

 

 Over the last two days, it's become very clear to me what Master Li meant a few days ago with his perspective on BDSM. Until now, I'd only ever practiced BDSM very tenderly, understanding it only as an erotic game. The welts in my pictures are inflicted quickly, and the pain is bearable.

MISTRESS Petra simply takes what she wants, without asking for my consent. I've always avoided such situations; I definitely didn't want anything like that!

But now that I'm confronted with it, I actually quite like it. Yes, actually, a lot! I'm not giving up a certain amount of control in a controlled way as I used to; no, Petra simply forces me under her control, and I'm completely powerless against it.

 After all, Petra doesn't care about verbal humiliation or behavioral norms. I'm simply a toy that she uses as she pleases. 

 

 Master Li largely leaves Petra in control of me, intervening only when necessary. Petra also has the maturity to do so; she doesn't take it out on me when she's punished for something she shouldn't have done to me.

MISTRESS Petra had the idea to swap places. From now on, I'll be given MISTRESS Petra's slave quarters, and she'll have my guest room.

Now that I'm getting to know Master Li better, he's no longer such aloof, walking god. He behaves very cultured and well-educated.

He showed no negative feelings about Petra's misconduct, remaining exceptionally calm with a slight hint of cheerfulness.

I had to witness her punishment again; it made me sick and dizzy again. And Master Li seems to be at his most cheerful when someone is writhing and screaming. But I think that's just one facet of this man. I think there are many areas of life in which he finds happiness. I'm just getting to know this facet first. 

 

 After Mistress Petra's punishment, it was my turn. From one second to the next, I was drenched in sweat as the finger pointed at me. But he left it at a stern look that seemed to last forever, then flashed a cheerful smile - BAAHH I WAS JUST KIDDING YOU! (This time)

 

 As a whore, I've had a lot to do over the last two days. As usual, the rush was overwhelming, and I could barely walk when Petra dragged me to the changing room. Only when my personal care was complete did she transform from the caring, conscientious, sweetly cheeky servant back into the mistress. The transition is unmistakable and abrupt. ZACK, she has me by the hair, and fear immediately creeps up inside me. All of a sudden, the tiredness and weakness vanish. How does she do it? 

 

She then very roughly transports me to the "execution room" provided for us. It's actually just a small, simple room with a very comfortable-looking bed, a table, and a closet. Upon arrival, she immediately drags me very roughly to the floor, face down. I have to stay that way while she gets the supplies for the session out of the closet. The first two times, she stepped over me, but yesterday she stepped on top of me. Luckily, Mistress Petra is always barefoot! 

 

 The rimming lesson was set for 20 minutes. Afterward, she spanked me very hard with the leather strap for 10 minutes because she wasn't satisfied with me. She held me by the neck, my head clamped between her calves. I couldn't do anything about it; she was simply too strong. Then the blows rained down on my back in rapid succession, leaving no time to catch my breath. 

 

 When she's finished, I don't have time to give in to the tears. It continues immediately. She grabs the rope looped around my neck, pulls me roughly to my knees, and strangles me. The day before yesterday, it was obviously a shock; no one had ever done that to me before. She strangles me very strictly and harshly, from behind. Naturally, I'm completely panicked...but it helps; the flow of tears stops immediately! She strangles me until I black out, then lets go and I fall carelessly onto the bed. 

 

 Then come her feet. I'm on the ground, she's on top of me. The day before yesterday, it was a half-hour trampling session. Very painful. Mistress Petra puts her full weight on me. Preferably on my stomach, and massages my muscles, which are tense to the point of breaking, with her feet. Extremely painful, until I give up and she stands with her full weight in the pit of my stomach. Then, when my muscles offer no more resistance, she begins to search for the most painful spots with her heels and balls of her toes. It's absolutely unerotic, just pain and absolute, boundless helplessness. But afterward, the aftermath has something infinitely eroticizing. I vaguely know the theory, and now I'm experiencing the practice. With her merciless treatment, Mistress Petra brings me down, assigning me my place. It's an education on a mental level. Even though I lie passively on the floor, I'm not yet mentally lying on the ground at her feet. Of course, I'm very consciously aware of this process. And I think Mistress Petra does it exceptionally well, quickly, and efficiently. In a few days, I'll be her slave, not just pretending.

Yesterday she vomited on my chest. No, really, she emptied her stomach contents all over me. That was soooo disgusting. But she simply pinned me to the ground with my feet on my stomach. Then she fed me the vomit with her feet. Whenever she shifted her weight onto just one foot, I would open my mouth in pain anyway. She didn't stop until I had licked and swallowed most of it. She significantly exceeded the 90-minute time limit today; it took two and a half minutes.

After I finished the vomit feeding, she fucked me hard in the ass with the strap-on. But really hard, like my husband could never manage. She fucked me for a full hour, and the lube evaporated very quickly. My sweat served as lubricant, sufficient but very painful. I still feel my asshole as if it were wide open, and I think it will stay that way for a few more days.