Entrevue n° 8 — Topsy-turvy

Mon si beau Phallus_adoré,

The whole summer passed with your neglect ! Total blackout for an entire trimester, no *nuits mémorables*, no written impression of our last Entrevue (n°7) as you had promised. Tu m'as laissé tomber — I won't tell you of the times I threw myself on the bed crying, until I finally stopped thinking of you, beau et bronzé, on vacation in the sun.
As I let you know this by our exchanges on Lycos, you suggest that you be punished ! I'm surprised & delighted to be able to punish you for this neglect. I wonder why you want to reverse the roles with me, as my true nature is not of a Domina. So I decide to just do my best.


/// Entrevue n°8 — Topsy-turvy)
 
So I'm to be *ta maîtresse* ! Je me sens sauvage avec mes pieds et mes mains tatouées au henné, je file un paréo panthère transparent avec une mini-jupon panthère en dessous, et des sandales vintage avec une bride en strasse.
I watch from the window and you smile from the street as you arrive. I crack the door open so that you can enter. We kiss lightly as I tease you with my tongue & my lips, leaning towards you, then pulling away until you hold both my hands down to place your kiss on my lips.
I watch you as you shower. I love to see the water run down the hair on your chest, how you wash your cock & balls, how the water drips down.

You sit on the edge of my bed, and as I come towards you, you reach out appealingly towards my hips. And although I desire very much to feel your touch, I say : Est-ce que je t'ai dit que tu pouvais me toucher ? And you obediently place your fisted hands by your side.
I use a chain belt to make your collier & laisse. I order you to crawl before me on your hands & knees into the other bedroom, where a single mattress is on the floor. I tell you to lie on the bed & you start wiggling against the sheets, humping the bed, your hand on your cock. "Arrêtes de bouger !" I say, until you finally stop. (Next time you know you will be punished for such display !). I have you put your hands by your head so you can't touch yourself.
Then I begin your spanking, telling you how you neglected me, of all the reproaches I could think of.
I excitedly bring the toys from my bedroom, a pillow to kneel on, kleenex, rubbers, etc. My suitcase is in the way, so I stand up to move it, spreading my legs as I bend over so you can see my wet pussy. Your head rivets as I bend over.
You turn over and I press my spike heel on your cock & balls. I pull out les pinces, wooden ones as well as metallic ones. I put one on your balls, gently, asking you how many you want. Five.
I want to put the Japonix clamps on your tits, I ask you if you want them & you nod. But once in place, you howl in pain, so I take them off, licking & kissing away the pain.
I sit on your face to have you lick my pussy (*queening* as I have read). Then turn you over so the pinces will push into your balls. I lick your sweet ass, put a finger in, then ask you to choose a plug. You pick the simple heavy metal plug. Then I spank you again. I have you count to ten, but as I'm getting into it, you count to twelve ! Next time, you will count in English.
Turning you over, I take off the pinces, kissing your balls. And I tell you to turn around & fuck me now. You put on a rubber & slide inside me so I cry out, I ask you to spank me, you're still plugged, you grab the gel to open up my ass & you fuck me hard, spanking me as you do, urging me "Jouisse, jouisse!" until I cry out & come, & you groan & explode, feeling the plug inside you as you come.
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After a pause, we switch roles.  And I don't remember the exact sequence, but you get hard again, & spank me, then ask me if I want the belt or the crop. I want the crop, you ask me where to find it in my bedroom. You whip me, not too hard, but fiery enough for it to sting. I ask for the clamps, as you turn me over, and as you place them on my tits, the second one falls from your hand, pulling hard on the other. You're so sorry, you kiss my tits to soothe them before clamping them down again. And then you have me suck you, whipping my ass with the crop until you come fully in my mouth & I swallow your nectar — leger petit goût salé.

Another pause and you fuck me with my vibrator, rubbing my clit with your fingers, exciting me. Maybe you put some pinces on my vulva too.  And you kneel over my mouth as my lips suck you in an erotic embrace, your foreskin covering the head of your delicious cock... "c'est bon comme ça..." and I let my lips slide & suck over you until you come, some spilling out of the side of my mouth.
We lie together, and you take the pinces off of me, maybe the gode was still inside me... we kiss.
And as I wrote you :

Quand je t'ai demandé de m'enlever les pinces sur mes seins, c'était le moment le plus extrême (parmi d'autres)... le mélange de la douleur des pinces ouvrant, le bout des tétons torturés, avec le sang qui pulse de nouveau et la sensation de ta bouche qui les suce, la langue qui les caresse, ton salive qui les mouille... je pensais presque m'évanouir de ce délice, et sais que tu l'as ressenti.
And when you knelt over my head so that I could nuzzle into your skin, your hair damp, your cock in my mouth & I'm sucking the head and you tell me its good, so I continue, blowing like a fish... until you come (again) in my mouth, dripping out the corner.

When you go to shower, I go back into my room, lying across my bed, exhausted.
When you leave, I watch you from the window, dreamily floating down the street to your bike, languorously throwing the strap of your leather bag across your shoulder.
We blow kisses until you take off down the street.

— with Monsieur Os —