It was a hot and humid night in Los Angeles. Bathed in sweat rolled Tim Sauer in his bed from the left to the right and back again. Fast as in delirium, he dreamed in a mixture of horror and immense well-being disturbing, irritating and yet beautiful images. His goddess Paris Hilton laughed there with Kevin Federline in the company of many beautiful and wealthy friends, and friends. There was a pool party under the palms with the finest food and cool drinks. He stood on the roof of a 10-story hotel building. His goddess had sent him there. Shortly before, he had the bottom may be with her. She had to YOUR and YOUR receive friends amusement as Sklavenbittsteller. Although he came from a bourgeois family, but for his goddess, he was a nobody. He had knelt before her and enumerated YOUR everything he owns all his inheritance, and begged, their property, must be your slave. Amused, she had listened in a circle of friends of his begging, and the collection of all his sacrifices and gifts that he wanted her at your feet. She had just shrugged his shoulders contemptuously: "Whatever!". Crying he had collapsed. The friends and friends from Paris had laughed. Then she had announced in high spirits champagne mood: "Tell you what! You can entertain us! "His heart had pounded wild. He was finally actually useful in their eyes? YOU seized him by the ear and pulled aside to carry with him a short, very serious conversation. She had made herself comfortable on a pool deck and enjoyed a drink while he was kneeling at your feet. She had told him that a clown as he would have to really sacrifice his entire life for you, so you notice it at all. YOU would have to call their lawyers always there. YOU would hail the same one, And he would have to actually everything he owns all his inheritance on a legally binding. The puny sums IHR would not and it would blow away doubt in the course of an afternoon with Britney Spears while shopping, but you can tonight Ablach only about him, if you knew that he really loved and honored and YOUR skin and hair belonged.
Still, Tim was in heaven. He had never dared to hope they can really be the slave of this unearthly beauty. Full of love, worship and adoration he had YOUR overwritten everything. He told her that he loved her above all else and would do anything for them. Had maliciously grinning She listened. The last sentence She had kept her beautiful feet to her face and said sarcastically: "We'll see, asshole! Kiss your life good-bye! "
Suddenly he felt that nothing was wrong, that he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. But this foot was in front of him just too beautiful, too powerful. He worshiped like a god! In tears and jeers he had the sole of the foot covered with kisses.
Now he was standing up here. He was alone. He could go if he wanted. It would definitely be much better than staying there and a voice told him he should get out quickly in any case! But another voice was powerful. This forced him to serve the beauty. No matter what they told him. She had ordered him to constantly watch with binoculars, and to respond to your smallest hint right away. She did not have to wait if you gave the order. She wanted INSTANT FUN!
Tim sweat rolled in his bed back and forth. The dream was not over yet. It was a nightmare. "Get out of it," he told himself. "Go away yet! Do not do that! "But through his binoculars he saw the beautiful creature who had told him that. He prayed to her foot, his God, he had just venerate and kiss may. He stayed. He could not get away. YOU wanted it! IT was now entwined with Kevin at the pool. Both laughed, and lost themselves in wild, ecstatic movement. YOU suddenly tore his hair and groaned. Her look was Tim on the roof. Her face was the mirror image of pleasure and ecstasy. Her beautiful lips formed: moron "JUMP!
JUMP NOW! "She cried aloud. Her friends and friends looked amused, a drink in hand, to Tim high. Would he obey her?
He could not help it. He had to obey. The beautiful GODDESS ordered it. YOU wanted it NOW. She was at the height of their enjoyment. It would help to ensure that YOUR amusement still would increase slightly. He jumped. He heard her laugh, then everything was black!
Tim was terrified up in his bed. He was sweating and needed something to drink. This heat! Naked he walked through his apartment in the refrigerator. While drinking, he considered the lights of Los Angeles. What a nightmare! This had to stop. He had to try to live a normal life. Why could not he have a girlfriend like everyone else. His father, the Superior Court Judge Michael T. Sauer asked him constantly for his future daughter in law. It should be of good family and honor and . Respect As in all middle-class families should be son in a not too distant future professionally represent something and have family and children. Well, the first condition, would he, Tim, surely can meet soon. His father had him first place for a Bachelor sent to Harvard, to the East Coast. He had remained in the east and was now in New York City at the Law School of Columbia University. He had his father, of course not to say that he chose New York because he had followed in the yellow press that Paris Hilton celebrated there very many parties. He was his idol thus spatially closer. But on the other hand, just as far away as anywhere else in the world. Too large, the differences of the Worlds, in which lived on the one Paris Hilton and Tim Sauer on the other. By visiting the Law School wanted Tim professionally in the footsteps of his father. And everything pointed out that he would actually succeed.
only the second condition that he would be able probably never meet. Yet no one knew anything about his secret. He had always concealed. Still, it had hurt him nowhere. But he felt and knew that he would kill his extreme masochism sometime. He had this life-style have never been tested in "real" life. With a certain gallows humor, he told himself that he is "happily" had fallen in love with Paris Hilton. Laughing, he drank himself with a glass of water. The millionaire heiress was so far away from his real life that could never be a risk that he would make a genuine error that could affect their real lives. Too far away from his world was yours. It would simply be missing him the opportunity to ever make an error.
While it was now come to this strange case, and of all his father had to be the judge! Fate was at times even cruel. Therefore, he was flown yesterday from New York to LA for his idol to achieve something with his father. Of course he can not say that he had come for that reason. His mother was delighted that his studies in New York briefly interrupted by her on her 52nd Birthday to congratulate himself. But he had different comparative cases studied for driving under drink-driving and driving after revocation of license, and made to persuade his father to judge as mild. Quite casually he had raised the issue after dinner so the current case, which had to negotiate his father the next day in court. He had listened to him kindly, and declared to his mother: "What we do have hard-working son! The money in your education is well laid out, Tim! "But on the merits, he gave an inch in its negative opinion which he had previously made about Paris Hilton after. He was a rule of law from the principles thoroughly convinced man. Ultimately, he saw himself as a small wheel that freedom and democracy in America protected. No one, not even the richest families would be able to buy it, and nihilism and decadence were for him as opposed to American values that he defended. And Paris Hilton seemed to embody these negative values. He would not use against them. He would judge strictly according to the documents. But clemency because of her personality, he would exercise under any circumstances. Whether Paris to jail would that he could not say yet. He would do again tomorrow, a new image due to the pleas of prosecutors and defense.
Tim was not calmed down, but he seemed to still not have lost everything. And for his ideas he was to have been his idol guilty to attempting the impossible at least. He thanked his parents for the entire night and drove to his small, furnished apartment, which he had in LA. If this had entered his father! The apartment was a single altar for Paris Hilton. Everywhere pictures of her in precious frames, all roses and precious flowers under the pictures over his bed and large photos of your feet. One, on the soles of the feet showed YOUR seemed to have been kissed a million times. In hung golden characters, the said: "This is the Lord thy God"
Tim put the water bottle in the refrigerator. "Maybe father thinks about the case were yet again. Finally, my comparative cases were well chosen and he seemed at least not legally be kept as completely absurd. He will reconsider the case! Finally, it should overtake Paris no real hardship, "He tried to calm down and went back to uneasy dreams to bed.
Tim had slept until early afternoon. On CNN he saw running at the bottom the message tape. The phrase "Celebrity heiress Paris Hilton is given a 45-day prison sentence for driving with a suspended license" tickerte there before him. He was shocked. That could not be true! His GODDESS went to prison! Was entitled to life be! But suddenly he realized that this was his chance. Fate had brought about a miraculous way, a situation where he knew that YOU would it now be observed probably ONLY NOW. It was his chance! He had to use it! An inner voice would warn him. He would forfeit it with his father forever. His entire future, his life would probably be destroyed. He thought of the nocturnal nightmare. But the instinct was stronger. It was a historic opportunity of IT to be considered. When not used it, he would regret it all his life. He HAD to carry them. He had a visit yesterday at the family villa often use this to browse through an unguarded moment in the Act "Paris Hilton". He had come into possession of your personal e-mail address.
He drank two whiskey and tried to calm down. No, he told himself. No gimmicks, no ambiguities, no jokes, no allusions. You do not know. You do not know your humor. You have only ONE chance. SHE will open your mail and read interesting. It comes with complete privacy in YOUR mailbox. You do not forfeit the only chance you have. Immediately put all the cards on the table. Show her you mean business. Show her that you want to be their lower sow can do with YOU what YOU want. Really everything that YOU want, he asked himself again and thought of his nightly nightmare. But the time of doubt was over. Really all she wants, "he said quietly and firmly. He sent her an extremely submissive application letter and gave her accurate information about his existence and his possession. He picked out a photograph that showed him in the best position. In thousands of cases, such a job surely end up in the trash. That could happen here, of course, but Tim had to have at least tried. If YOU did not respond to his application - would his life be ruined? Probably not, because as a society-girl was YOU yourself the focus of most abstruse newspaper stories. YOU would certainly not add unnecessarily nor from another. And then - if they wanted to, then it should just happen. He would know that it really was your will, for he had THEIR private e-mail written to address. And then, and this was probably his greatest strength, well, actually his only asset, Tim hoped that Paris Hilton, when she read that he is the son of this judge was stupid, put the YOU in a really awkward situation, had perhaps could be so gracious and to be begging and pleading, you slaves to be hear ... would
Tim was perfectly clear and calm. He had completed his application and pressed the "send" button. Done!
It took half an hour. As the phone rang. His heart beat wildly. His pulse rose abruptly to 200 It was Paris Hilton ...
the early evening reached Superior Court Judge Michael T. Sauer, a call from his son. He had told him that it would go to the death, and that it immediately to him in a suburb should come close to Hollywood. Judge Sauer was of course extremely concerned and had immediately put behind the wheel of his Chevrolet. When he arrived at the address, he saw the chief prosecutor of the city, City Attorney Rockard J. Delgadillo stand. Both were still in the morning in the case of Paris Hilton have been together in the courtroom. Delgadillo had called in the case of Los Angeles to Paris Hilton 45 days in prison. Judge Sauer looked at the area. It was the typical American suburb. Traffic signs indicated they they were in a 35 mph zone. Is funny, thought the judges. In such an area had the misfortune of Paris Hilton started when she LA Sheriff Deputies in her new Bentley had been stopped because they had gone mph at 70. The two men rushed toward each other. "I got a phone call from my son," said the judge. "I am of my wife," replied the prosecutor. A van with tinted windows approached the two men. The sliding door opened and two athletic, muscular men in very expensive suits appeared. "Your wife, Mr. Attorney and your son, Mr. Richter is doing well. They are perfectly healthy. Hop on and convince yourself! "The interior of the car was empty, still sat on the steering wheel by drivers. The two men hesitated. "Nothing happens to you!" assured one of the musclemen. "We take you to your wife and your son. What will they see, make the two voluntary. And everything will be taken with a camera. We work for Miss Hilton. "The two men looked each other straight in the eye. A damn uncomfortable situation! But then she did not request to ask whether it might be better to call the police and boarded. The driver had the windows down and drove off. "So you can see better," he said. And actually saw and go on a hilly road in front of the requested wife and son looking for roller blades. Both were naked. And in the middle of residential area! Behind them, drove a new Bentley. From the front passenger window, laughing hung Paris Hilton. She had an air rifle at the ready and aimed at the wife of the prosecutor. "Faster, you fat cow," she commanded, laughing. PING! They had shot a bullet in the back kind of shot the older lady, so that the woman hesitated, and almost came to the event. Was that fun for Paris! She laughed and laughed and fired the same again. PING! Again the woman hesitated and was bleeding slightly from the wound. Paris did not asses of laughter. For 5 years, this woman was now their slave. She had lived apart with her husband, and both husband and wife led everyone to a life of its own, from which the other virtually nothing knew. The prosecutor had dropped his jaw. He had heard that his wife often exercised lately of Roller Skating. "And at her age!" He had thought. He had considered it a fad and nothing said. He too had noticed that she had frequently worn pavement and associations. Once he had spoken to his wife on it. "Oh, my hobby, gardening," she had replied. "The many new cacti!" Now he saw what his wife had been practicing roller skating, and where many wounds actually stemmed. He did not believe it. FOR had practiced and they suffered? But they spoiled a rich bitch could serve as a target for fun? He could not believe it! PING! PING! The luxury Girl had a laugh the son in the back of the head and the woman shot in the shoulder. Both screamed. Paris laughed and laughed. "Hey, this is great fun!" So she liked this your slave, the wife of the prosecutor, her private philosophy professor was, well, and it was from time to time still. She was highly intelligent and appreciated in Paris usually talks with her. But sometimes you just made it much more fun to see the intelligence beast whimper at her feet. Paris enjoyed her power. The beauty triumphs over the wisdom! As the fat pig screamed and wailed. Too delicious! She did not say, "No, dear mistress Paris, it is about the epistemological question of realism - such as adopting one of our descriptions independent, to be agreed for all observers same world with the philosophy of language understanding is that we have a direct, linguistically unmediated access the "fails naked reality," no, she did not say they do not also quoted Kant, Schopenhauer, or Voltaire, instead, they shouted "AUUUAAHH!", as befits a slave and then. Paris shook with laughter. PING! Another shot in the other shoulder blade, then she ordered over a megaphone "Stop! Come back and drive the right and left past the Bentley! "Your car was parked across the street so they could aim at peace of mind from the front of their victims, about 100 yards away. PING! Paris was laughing los geballert and made the elderly woman in the stomach, so she writhed in pain, and two more bullets whizzed over them. Immediately commanded Paris: upright "Stay, you fat pig! I want to meet your tits! "With pained face and in full flight was aimed at the older woman immediately. Grinning gleefully aimed Paris. PING! She had shot in the nipple of her slave, who was bleeding slightly now. The older Woman cried out. Paris was aimed at the slaves. PING! He screamed in pain. She had shot him in the balls. She laughed and laughed. ! This is hilarious, "she cried and said:" Just do not rest idle, you stupid beast! Go! Next! Run! Run! I will have even more fun! "And they laughed scornfully watched the roller-skating efforts of their slaves, who kept going despite the pain and wounds with almost superhuman strength in order to please her mistress. Now the two roller skaters whizzed first at the cars of their tormentor, then to the van in front of her family members over. Husband and father were clearly the missing wife and identify the missing son. Their naked bodies were covered by numerous gunshot wounds. They were bleeding heavily. Their faces were contorted with pain. Paris opened the door of their Bentleys, got out and walked casually toward the van. The gun they had left in the Bentley. She was seductively beautiful. She wore a very tight designer dress, her divine feet ran on outrageously expensive, beautiful mules, which were decorated with diamonds. In her hand she held a can of Prosecco and took a sip. She was tipsy and had an alcoholic breath. A judge, she said, "Oops, I probably just made sure that there will be no more grandchildren, ha, ha! I will now take the wheel and Nicole Richie is a little shoot, ha, ha! I know what you're thinking: The leaves and yet has no driver's license and also she is drunk! But that's not all, folks. I'm going 35 mph zone in this race really to catch my lower cattle slaves. Well, when I go with my divine feet, which, incidentally admired by your wife and your son like gods, even should the slide gas on the brake pedal, or vice versa, it may well be that this is one of the critters under the car comes. So what? "She shrugged. "Nicole and I would laugh my slaves and my cattle would thank me and the feet lick to be allowed to die for the immeasurable grace to my high amusement, "and they casually walked back to her Bentley and took the wheel. Nicole Richie had taken place, laughing on the passenger side and held his rifle at the ready. The Bentley turned and drove past the two authorities of the City of Los Angeles. Even the van turned around and went after the whole spectacle.
The two dignitaries still did not know what had happened to them. Was all this really true? Did you know so little about the wife, son? The two seemed to do the truly voluntary. Paris Hilton and what they wanted, the prosecutor and the judge? had with her last statement they want to provoke them. They had always thought of a blonde silly. But she seemed very confident and intelligent woman to be, had the experience in dealing with power. The two men knew what was going on. Paris had it in his hand and tried to extort her. They could get no police, because then their existence would certainly have been ruined. They had been told that everything was taken. When Paris Hilton gave such intimate pictures of the news agencies, they went within a few minutes around the world. And then the career, the existence of both the prosecutor and the judge destroyed. The headline "Woman of the City Attorney's Rockard J. Delgadillo slave of Paris Hilton went "to simply have very bad for the career of a prosecutor. The same was true of possible headlines of the slave son of a judge. While they are outside the spectacle somewhat sullenly watched, both men also agreed that they would negotiate with Miss Hilton. They were finally professionals, and Paris Hilton also appeared to be one. Miss Hilton's "crime" was not so heavy that you could not find a solution. She had, it was clear to them that much better weapons and arguments on their side. In an emergency, when publishing the pictures were their lives destroyed, while about Paris Hilton, the gossip press, the Maul would rip. So what? She was accustomed to. And the 45 days in jail? That too was bearable for Miss Hilton much easier than the loss of existence for the two dignitaries of LA
After another hour of FUN for Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie finally, the entire convoy. The two luxury were the two naked women covered in blood, slaves kneel before him. Sreckten them down her bare feet and watched laughing as the two targets said with a beating heart and full of love, devotion and worship her two tormentors thanks and their heavenly beautiful feet extremely submissive and kissing submissive. Then the two men were allowed to speak briefly with the son and wife. As professionals in this situation, they refused to accusations, and convinced the only surprising fact that the son and the wife actually volunteered the slaves of Paris Hilton had become. Then asked the two men attempt to deal with Paris to be allowed. She agreed and found to be "tough" business woman. It was clear that Paris had staged it all, not to be sent to prison. It was agreed that in their place Mrs. Delgadillo went to jail, which had already slipped around right after the court date on his knees in front of Paris and had begged her goddess but please, please be allowed to go in her place in prison. Paris would need to do just as if she went to jail and do 45 days as if they went out again. The rest would Delgadillo and Sauer hinfummeln already, along with the LAPD Chief, with the course they were friends. Mrs. Delgadillo alias Hilton would get a single cell. It would intensively gestures, tone of voice and presence to practice her mistress. She would wear a wig and fellow prisoners would only be noticed that present in Miss Hilton's cell was a female person who would, moreover, very few words to settle their 45 days. Paris would otherwise no grudge against Mr. Delgadillo and Mr. Sauer cherish and never publish the videos. She would like the debate to ensure that their two victims came in a very good private hospital and received the best treatment. Miss Hilton would be able to guarantee that there would run everything discreet. No one would ever know that their two victims, the wife of the prosecutor and the son of the judge were. "I do not kill my slaves. I use them, "she said. But it would expect in return that the two men aufkämen for the cost of treatment. And for the future costs for maintaining these "animals". Namely, they would keep both slaves. It would no concrete Summerford, would have every confidence in the responsibility of the two dignitaries. The two men were relieved to be able to come out this way from the situation.
"Deal?" Asked the two men and stretched out his hand. "Deal!" Said Paris and sat on her living chair, the naked Tim Sauer, who despite all the pain and the bullets that were still in it, which with almost superhuman strength a halfway decent seat. An employee had thrown a blanket over him, that the beautiful dress of Paris would not pollute. "But a deal with you two I do not want a handshake, but confirm by Fußkuss that will be filmed again, ha, ha I just want to make sure that the deal actually takes place so, as just discussed. This is a condition without which nothing goes. "hesitated when the two men , "added Paris:" If you're not my last condition annehmt I enter my "prison sentence of not, and the ugly fat cow who swears your wife travels for me for 90 days in jail," and held the two notables her beautiful bare foot against. Both looked in again - and embarrassed smile. Why not? She was beautiful and a powerful, strong all-American girl who could actually refuse any request. While the prosecutor bent down and with an uncertain glance at the camera quickly kissed the feet, Judge Sauer had knelt to put her foot with both hands in the hand and looked at him almost with admiration and reverence. He then had both hands placed under the heel and the foot lifted, so that the magically beautiful footpad of Paris Hilton in front of his face. He had closed his eyes and kissed the sole of a deep and intimate. Paris laughed sardonically: "Hey Grandpa! In this position, you had me this morning to announce the verdict, "
On the ride home began to Judge Sauer, to understand his son. She was beautiful, she was intelligent, she was powerful. How little had he known about them, even though numerous Company leaves continuously reported on it. If that was the American youth, then the country was before for a long, long time, a great future!
And their feet were a knock-out! He had enjoyed the Fußkuss animal. Would they allow him at some point to kiss her feet again. What would it require? In his mind he was going through his possessions and went home in good spirits.
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