Thrilled by your call on Friday, I remained in a state of wonder, of what would occur between us, and especially your rape fantasy. I chose to remain *pure*, like a virgin for you, although I was very excited and could have easily made a dédicace for you.
Sunday morning, I awoke at 4 am, my throat swollen, almost choking me, I could hardly swallow, and a fire-hot nerve ran up my throat to the top of my palate. I had caught cold somehow, right before seeing you. My painful morning was spent in part with all the home remedies I know to decongest, relieve the swelling, headache etc so that I would be able to service your cock as you so desire.
And I prepared myself for you, pedicure and all, in a slow feminine ritual of cleansing, primping & dressing. Garter belt, stockings, shoes, latex skirt, collier, earrings, and last : my serre-taille. The toys have been placed on a tray, the cravache is on the bed, and I wait for your call telling me that you're on your way before I put in the plug that keeps sliding out as I walk. I lie on the bed, listening for the sound of a motorcycle. I look out the window several times before I see you arrive — and you look up to the window as you get off the scooter.
***
I open the door, and you step in, kissing me tenderly and we linger over these moments. You notice my gesture (and perhaps the squishy sound) as I push the plug back in... turning me around, your fingers replace mine as we walk towards the bed. I take my position. You touch and press and kiss me.
You turn me over and caress my pussy, asking " Est-ce que tu t'es caressée longuement avant que je vienne ? C'est très ouverte !" I answer no, that I wanted to be like a virgin for you.
You look at me intensely as you put a rubber on your erect cock, then enter me with such force I cry out. I'm not sure if the plug has slid out, and as you fuck me you look at me nodding your head as if to say "oui, tu mérites cela, tu vas déguster". Wild eyes not quite knowing in a pandemonium of emotions as you start to enter my ass, and I'm opening even though I say "attends", and I know that no matter what, it will hurt since you're so big — but it doesn't feel right to you (the angle...) and you stop, flipping me over to punish me.
And from the first slap of your hand, chaque coup est très aigu... you're hitting me very hard. I suspected that your desire would be darkly intense, and as I experienced your spanking, I feel like I don't want it, it's so hot, I feel sick and so acutely sensitive... and then the cravache. I'm quite sincere as I cry, I raise my head "C'est pas vrai !"
You tighten my corset, after asking me if it's tight enough. With your belt, you tie my hands behind my back, then position me on my back, as you kneel over me, running your cock over my lips. I can taste your dried piss as I lick you, and say " Il y a un goût de l'urine ! Tu ne t'es pas lavé !", and you say "Je l'ai fait exprès". I continue to lick and suck your cock, balls & ass as you move over me. You stand, helping me up, ordering me to kneel before you and lick your feet. I bow before you, totally submissive to your will, and lick your feet in adoration. Your toes curl under, so that I can't lick them totally. You are my Master.
***
Afterwards, I suppose that we lie on the bed together, kissing. You turn over onto your belly & spread your legs open, saying "Viens me lècher le cul, sinon je te punisses !". I quickly lift my legs up & over the edge, sitting, then standing. You seem surprised by this movement. My idea is to kneel between your legs so I can reach your ass... but my serre-taille prevents me from arching my back or bending easily, and the bed is too short for me to kneel before you. "Je n'arrive pas !", and you try to help by arching your back up for me to lean on it as you draw me down... but it's too awkward and I don't manage the task, to my chagrin... "Je ne peux pas !" (now that I've thought it thru, I suppose I would have managed had I just sat on the edge by your side & leaned over).
And you quickly rise, bringing me to the doorway where you order me to count ten blows. You're hitting me really hard ! My eyes close in pain, then open looking everywhere ... my voice wavers as I count... and my feet take tiny shuffling steps away from the pain, away from your blows. Je suis ta soumise punie.
My head hangs down in shame as you turn me around to pinch my tits with the clamps. Then maliciously imitating a detail from my "dédicace/punition", you weigh them down with the plug à boules, catching my eye as I draw my breathe... and I know that I belong to you, that you have this power over me now to do with me as you will.
The clamps pull my tits with the weight as you lie me onto my back, kneeling over me again so that I can suck your cock, then looping the chain over your mighty cock so that my tits are deliciously tortured by the pressure of your movement back and forth as I kiss & lick you...the clamps facing downwards, then lifted up & over by your cock. I moan with intense pleasure, amazed by your mastery, all emotions bare.
You stand me up again, placing clothes-pins on my tits as well, but by then it really hurts, so I tell you & you release me from my binds.
I suppose we lie on the bed again, kissing... then you order me to kiss your ass.
I love to lick & penetrate you with my tongue... I ask if you would like a finger, and I slide one in... and I want to penetrate you with the clear probe... you allow me to do so. Your ass lubricated, as well as the toy... I seek the orifice, not wanting to hurt you, talking to you, asking you if you want more as I slowly slide it in until you tremble and can't take any more... even though there's still a bit more to go in. I slide it slowly in and out at bit until you want to stop. You're the first man that I've ever penetrated like that. I love to kiss your ass... it's so tender and sweet... and you're really the only man that I desire in this way. I tell you this, saying that most men won't let a woman near their ass & you say "ça fait pédé !" And then I clean you with some lingettes (this way no one will ever know !).
Do you smoke a cigarette then, or was it later ? Transitions, I lie on the bed, you ask me to tell you where to find a plain white candle. I tell you how to find it in the cabinet (you smile as I describe the unhinged left door... so many things broken in the house !). Bringing one back, you light it to drip the molten wax onto my breasts, my arms, my pussy, my belly... sometimes it's very hot & makes me moan... I watch as each drip singes me in differing intensities, turning white as it dries. "Tu es résistante! La plupart des gens se tordent même avec les gouttes tombant de plus haut pour que ça refroidi en route". And it's true that I was watching this with a certain detachment.
Delightedly you take the cravache to crack open the wax like the glaze of a crème brûlée, and the white dots scatter like confetti over the bed & onto the floor. You ask where to find the dust-buster, and tell me not to move as you vacuum the wax. "C'est un fantasme d'avoir un homme nu te faire le ménage !" you joke — and I must agree.
(à suivre...)
... and at what moment did you lie on top of me & we imagined a sandwich, a man fucking you as you fucked me — the look I would give to him over your shoulder to take you ever harder, and our looks together, your revenge with me ....
... and in a casual moment, I ask you if you like being married. You nod enthusiastically, then qualify it : Bof, marié ! Il y a des concessions à faire; des fois j'aimerais avoir ma liberté. Then you affirm : j'aime vivre en famille. And I'm happy for you, that your family is harmonious, as it's something that I barely knew in my own marriage.
... and when did you almost make me come, stroking my clit, a plug inside me... had you really fucked me with the gode, I might have really come... I wanted so much to be fucked by your cock.
I need to pee. I could just have excused myself for a moment, but I knew it wouldn't be as much fun, so I ask your permission to go pee — as your soumise, and also because I know you will want to watch. It doesn't excite me sexually, but I suppose the exhibition does, and I really don't care if you watch me. You climb over the laundry basket to position yourself, your hand & fingers firmly in place... waiting as I struggle to release... a little at a time. You rub the clear liquid on my clit as I pee & it feels strange, a bit dirty. You say : j'aime sentir le jet chaud. You wash your hands; I wash my bottom, allowing you to notice my every gesture.
Time out in the salon. Water with lime & ice. You sit on the couch as you smoke, and tell me about old girlfriends calling you up in the last few weeks. Then you talk about S., about your fantasy of us together, blindfolded with you. I'm honored that you feel free to share this with me, including me in your fantasy. I want this freedom to exist between us. Although I'm not actively seeking more experiences with a woman, I tell you that I would do this if you wanted me to. As your soumise.
I stretch my leg out to rest it on your knee. My violet satin heels shining in the light, I can't resist wanting to press my foot against your genitals underneath your shorts. I ask your permission, then press against you. You unzip your shorts to release your cock. I love looking at you as I press my foot on your flesh, wishing the heel was a phallus that I could slide into you at the same time. And you look at me as you stroke yourself, the purple turtle coming out, how you let it out, then folding it back, swallowed up by its skin... I'm fascinated by the color, by the exact spot where the skin connects to the head, the same spot I lick with my tongue, the folds, the tip... I notice the slight curve of your erection, the different sensations as my satin shoes press your balls, the heel aimed towards your ass. I say : j'aimerais avoir un talon/gode, and spread my legs so that you can see...
Back on the bed, do you spank me again before making me suck you ?
I take you into my mouth, I can hardly breathe with my congestion. I lick and suck as you press my head against your cock. I come up for air — you don't want me to stop... N'arrêtes pas ! you say each time before grabbing for the cravache on the floor. A first spasm — I have some cum in my hand. I ask : t'as joui ? You say no - I say " alors c'est quoi ça ? ", showing you my hand. "C'est le début" you reply as I rebelliously reach up to have you taste it. You press your lips together tightly & turn your head back & forth trying to avoid this impulsive gesture, but I manage to smear your cum across your mouth in a trashy way. I love doing this ! And then you make me go down on you again, whipping me... intensity... I can hardly breathe, I go down in apnée, coming up gasping and panting for breath as I go back down, plunging into the ocean, leaving room in my mouth for the tsunami to come forth... gulping & swallowing as much as I can before I run out of breath, my mouth so full... and the last part runs down your cock onto my hand... you tremble... then lean back against the wall, spent.
I ask if you felt me swallowing; you say yes. I hold your sticky cock in my hand, your thigh is a cushion for my head as I almost fall asleep in exhaustion. We stay like that for a long time. I ask if you've fallen asleep, you say that you were listening to my breath. Then you slide down towards me, snuggling together. Laying beside me, holding me in your arms, I struggle with my emotions, the push /pull of desire — wanting to stay and at the same time escape. Like with yoga, when I love / hate it at the same time. Je suis sauvage.
Et je suis face à mon simple désir de baiser avec toi, de faire l'amour ensemble. Where is my orgasm in all this ? The intensity & confusion of emotions, so erotic & so undefinable... I have yet to know.
Time for you to shower, I love watching the water run over your chest, watching how you touch yourself... then drying you off with the towel.
In the bedroom you examine the marks, surprised and please to see these dark clouds on my ass, my thighs. Concerned, you rub some arnica gel on them... This time you know how hard you must hit me to have instant satisfaction. Pour moi, le rythme était très soutenu, toujours très fort, pas vraiment de nuances... rather beat up. Yes, the last time also, I had really felt whipped.
We kiss, you leave... I watch you from the window... I take off my clothes, take a shower, lie down on my bed...
The next day, you seem concerned, so I take some photos to send you of the bruises. I know that it excites you. I wish you could see them in person.
Sunday morning, I awoke at 4 am, my throat swollen, almost choking me, I could hardly swallow, and a fire-hot nerve ran up my throat to the top of my palate. I had caught cold somehow, right before seeing you. My painful morning was spent in part with all the home remedies I know to decongest, relieve the swelling, headache etc so that I would be able to service your cock as you so desire.
And I prepared myself for you, pedicure and all, in a slow feminine ritual of cleansing, primping & dressing. Garter belt, stockings, shoes, latex skirt, collier, earrings, and last : my serre-taille. The toys have been placed on a tray, the cravache is on the bed, and I wait for your call telling me that you're on your way before I put in the plug that keeps sliding out as I walk. I lie on the bed, listening for the sound of a motorcycle. I look out the window several times before I see you arrive — and you look up to the window as you get off the scooter.
***
I open the door, and you step in, kissing me tenderly and we linger over these moments. You notice my gesture (and perhaps the squishy sound) as I push the plug back in... turning me around, your fingers replace mine as we walk towards the bed. I take my position. You touch and press and kiss me.
You turn me over and caress my pussy, asking " Est-ce que tu t'es caressée longuement avant que je vienne ? C'est très ouverte !" I answer no, that I wanted to be like a virgin for you.
You look at me intensely as you put a rubber on your erect cock, then enter me with such force I cry out. I'm not sure if the plug has slid out, and as you fuck me you look at me nodding your head as if to say "oui, tu mérites cela, tu vas déguster". Wild eyes not quite knowing in a pandemonium of emotions as you start to enter my ass, and I'm opening even though I say "attends", and I know that no matter what, it will hurt since you're so big — but it doesn't feel right to you (the angle...) and you stop, flipping me over to punish me.
And from the first slap of your hand, chaque coup est très aigu... you're hitting me very hard. I suspected that your desire would be darkly intense, and as I experienced your spanking, I feel like I don't want it, it's so hot, I feel sick and so acutely sensitive... and then the cravache. I'm quite sincere as I cry, I raise my head "C'est pas vrai !"
You tighten my corset, after asking me if it's tight enough. With your belt, you tie my hands behind my back, then position me on my back, as you kneel over me, running your cock over my lips. I can taste your dried piss as I lick you, and say " Il y a un goût de l'urine ! Tu ne t'es pas lavé !", and you say "Je l'ai fait exprès". I continue to lick and suck your cock, balls & ass as you move over me. You stand, helping me up, ordering me to kneel before you and lick your feet. I bow before you, totally submissive to your will, and lick your feet in adoration. Your toes curl under, so that I can't lick them totally. You are my Master.
***
Afterwards, I suppose that we lie on the bed together, kissing. You turn over onto your belly & spread your legs open, saying "Viens me lècher le cul, sinon je te punisses !". I quickly lift my legs up & over the edge, sitting, then standing. You seem surprised by this movement. My idea is to kneel between your legs so I can reach your ass... but my serre-taille prevents me from arching my back or bending easily, and the bed is too short for me to kneel before you. "Je n'arrive pas !", and you try to help by arching your back up for me to lean on it as you draw me down... but it's too awkward and I don't manage the task, to my chagrin... "Je ne peux pas !" (now that I've thought it thru, I suppose I would have managed had I just sat on the edge by your side & leaned over).
And you quickly rise, bringing me to the doorway where you order me to count ten blows. You're hitting me really hard ! My eyes close in pain, then open looking everywhere ... my voice wavers as I count... and my feet take tiny shuffling steps away from the pain, away from your blows. Je suis ta soumise punie.
My head hangs down in shame as you turn me around to pinch my tits with the clamps. Then maliciously imitating a detail from my "dédicace/punition", you weigh them down with the plug à boules, catching my eye as I draw my breathe... and I know that I belong to you, that you have this power over me now to do with me as you will.
The clamps pull my tits with the weight as you lie me onto my back, kneeling over me again so that I can suck your cock, then looping the chain over your mighty cock so that my tits are deliciously tortured by the pressure of your movement back and forth as I kiss & lick you...the clamps facing downwards, then lifted up & over by your cock. I moan with intense pleasure, amazed by your mastery, all emotions bare.
You stand me up again, placing clothes-pins on my tits as well, but by then it really hurts, so I tell you & you release me from my binds.
I suppose we lie on the bed again, kissing... then you order me to kiss your ass.
I love to lick & penetrate you with my tongue... I ask if you would like a finger, and I slide one in... and I want to penetrate you with the clear probe... you allow me to do so. Your ass lubricated, as well as the toy... I seek the orifice, not wanting to hurt you, talking to you, asking you if you want more as I slowly slide it in until you tremble and can't take any more... even though there's still a bit more to go in. I slide it slowly in and out at bit until you want to stop. You're the first man that I've ever penetrated like that. I love to kiss your ass... it's so tender and sweet... and you're really the only man that I desire in this way. I tell you this, saying that most men won't let a woman near their ass & you say "ça fait pédé !" And then I clean you with some lingettes (this way no one will ever know !).
Do you smoke a cigarette then, or was it later ? Transitions, I lie on the bed, you ask me to tell you where to find a plain white candle. I tell you how to find it in the cabinet (you smile as I describe the unhinged left door... so many things broken in the house !). Bringing one back, you light it to drip the molten wax onto my breasts, my arms, my pussy, my belly... sometimes it's very hot & makes me moan... I watch as each drip singes me in differing intensities, turning white as it dries. "Tu es résistante! La plupart des gens se tordent même avec les gouttes tombant de plus haut pour que ça refroidi en route". And it's true that I was watching this with a certain detachment.
Delightedly you take the cravache to crack open the wax like the glaze of a crème brûlée, and the white dots scatter like confetti over the bed & onto the floor. You ask where to find the dust-buster, and tell me not to move as you vacuum the wax. "C'est un fantasme d'avoir un homme nu te faire le ménage !" you joke — and I must agree.
(à suivre...)
***
Mon si majestueux Phallus,
C'est en pensant à toi que je reprends mon récit en tant que ta soumise...
***
... and at what moment did you lie on top of me & we imagined a sandwich, a man fucking you as you fucked me — the look I would give to him over your shoulder to take you ever harder, and our looks together, your revenge with me ....
... and in a casual moment, I ask you if you like being married. You nod enthusiastically, then qualify it : Bof, marié ! Il y a des concessions à faire; des fois j'aimerais avoir ma liberté. Then you affirm : j'aime vivre en famille. And I'm happy for you, that your family is harmonious, as it's something that I barely knew in my own marriage.
... and when did you almost make me come, stroking my clit, a plug inside me... had you really fucked me with the gode, I might have really come... I wanted so much to be fucked by your cock.
I need to pee. I could just have excused myself for a moment, but I knew it wouldn't be as much fun, so I ask your permission to go pee — as your soumise, and also because I know you will want to watch. It doesn't excite me sexually, but I suppose the exhibition does, and I really don't care if you watch me. You climb over the laundry basket to position yourself, your hand & fingers firmly in place... waiting as I struggle to release... a little at a time. You rub the clear liquid on my clit as I pee & it feels strange, a bit dirty. You say : j'aime sentir le jet chaud. You wash your hands; I wash my bottom, allowing you to notice my every gesture.
Time out in the salon. Water with lime & ice. You sit on the couch as you smoke, and tell me about old girlfriends calling you up in the last few weeks. Then you talk about S., about your fantasy of us together, blindfolded with you. I'm honored that you feel free to share this with me, including me in your fantasy. I want this freedom to exist between us. Although I'm not actively seeking more experiences with a woman, I tell you that I would do this if you wanted me to. As your soumise.
I stretch my leg out to rest it on your knee. My violet satin heels shining in the light, I can't resist wanting to press my foot against your genitals underneath your shorts. I ask your permission, then press against you. You unzip your shorts to release your cock. I love looking at you as I press my foot on your flesh, wishing the heel was a phallus that I could slide into you at the same time. And you look at me as you stroke yourself, the purple turtle coming out, how you let it out, then folding it back, swallowed up by its skin... I'm fascinated by the color, by the exact spot where the skin connects to the head, the same spot I lick with my tongue, the folds, the tip... I notice the slight curve of your erection, the different sensations as my satin shoes press your balls, the heel aimed towards your ass. I say : j'aimerais avoir un talon/gode, and spread my legs so that you can see...
Back on the bed, do you spank me again before making me suck you ?
I take you into my mouth, I can hardly breathe with my congestion. I lick and suck as you press my head against your cock. I come up for air — you don't want me to stop... N'arrêtes pas ! you say each time before grabbing for the cravache on the floor. A first spasm — I have some cum in my hand. I ask : t'as joui ? You say no - I say " alors c'est quoi ça ? ", showing you my hand. "C'est le début" you reply as I rebelliously reach up to have you taste it. You press your lips together tightly & turn your head back & forth trying to avoid this impulsive gesture, but I manage to smear your cum across your mouth in a trashy way. I love doing this ! And then you make me go down on you again, whipping me... intensity... I can hardly breathe, I go down in apnée, coming up gasping and panting for breath as I go back down, plunging into the ocean, leaving room in my mouth for the tsunami to come forth... gulping & swallowing as much as I can before I run out of breath, my mouth so full... and the last part runs down your cock onto my hand... you tremble... then lean back against the wall, spent.
I ask if you felt me swallowing; you say yes. I hold your sticky cock in my hand, your thigh is a cushion for my head as I almost fall asleep in exhaustion. We stay like that for a long time. I ask if you've fallen asleep, you say that you were listening to my breath. Then you slide down towards me, snuggling together. Laying beside me, holding me in your arms, I struggle with my emotions, the push /pull of desire — wanting to stay and at the same time escape. Like with yoga, when I love / hate it at the same time. Je suis sauvage.
Et je suis face à mon simple désir de baiser avec toi, de faire l'amour ensemble. Where is my orgasm in all this ? The intensity & confusion of emotions, so erotic & so undefinable... I have yet to know.
Time for you to shower, I love watching the water run over your chest, watching how you touch yourself... then drying you off with the towel.
In the bedroom you examine the marks, surprised and please to see these dark clouds on my ass, my thighs. Concerned, you rub some arnica gel on them... This time you know how hard you must hit me to have instant satisfaction. Pour moi, le rythme était très soutenu, toujours très fort, pas vraiment de nuances... rather beat up. Yes, the last time also, I had really felt whipped.
We kiss, you leave... I watch you from the window... I take off my clothes, take a shower, lie down on my bed...
The next day, you seem concerned, so I take some photos to send you of the bruises. I know that it excites you. I wish you could see them in person.
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