Only then did I secure the blindfold. I took a tiny bit of lube, selected a smallish pink buttplug, and very slowly, violated her anus for what I am s...re was the first time ever. She let a little scream as it seated in her asshole. I slapped her for that. “You will never scream. Never. My slaves don’t scream unless instructed to.” I was going to leave her pussy alone for now. It was a great prize with its lovely virginity. I would save it for a special occasion. I clamped her nipples with bar. "Oh, traumatic departure?" I asked it imagining a run to the airport in a hail of gunfire."Let's say I won't be heading back to the birthplace of Dracula anytime soon," he said with a giggle like girl. Maybe he is gay, I thought."So how did you wind up here?" I had a pretty good idea."My old Russian friend told me about this place. I had to come see for myself though. You do know tourists don't see anything my dear. You have to get down to the streets to see how people treat you. It all runs. Before I had time to thing about it too much, I found myself telling the receptionist that I was ill and leaving for the day. She said that I looked quite flushed and must have a terribly high temperature. If she only knew.Minutes seemed like an eternity that passed before I found myself knocking softly on the door of the room number he gave me. I kept awaiting that feeling of wrong and guilt to sweep over me, but it never came.The door opened. I found myself holding my breath. My blood began. The white cotton sheets felt good and soft against my legs. I began to smooth the lotion over my skin, rubbing the moisture and wetness in. It was getting dark as the sun kissed the sky goodnight and I reached over to his side of the bed, sighing as I felt how much I missed him. Striking one of his matches, I lit a few candles. Our kitty looked at me from the window and meowed a soft cry. He felt his absence too. His sleek, black fur shimmered in the candlelight. He knew he’d been gone too.