Nawa-kin bound me standing, a harness around my breasts & waist, arms attached upwards, with a provocative rope leading down the crack of my ass, binding my thighs. I stand facing the mirror as Ôda snaps some photos. Sometime later, Nawa-kin unbinds my thighs, leaving a long length of rope as a leash from the harness. They both delight in playing with me, giving me Doggy orders — Down ! Beg ! Assis ! Couché ! Au pied ! — and I playfully enact them, yelping from time to time. Finally I'm told to lie, so I curl up on the rug. Nawa-kin sits holding the leash, but as she doesn't feel comfortable as a Domina, she sits on the floor next to me. I lie looking up from the floor, this different perspective amusing me as I see Jade crawling by, the perspective of her body going towards Julien, the porno projection on the wall behind them. I'm totally absorbed in this vision, enjoying this perspective, when the leash is masterfully tugged by the Marquis who orders me onto all fours. Perhaps he also grabs a handful of my hair as I obey. His stealth & his commanding pull on the leash arouses me. Equipped with the triple badine, he begins to strike me, the marks from my previous punishment still visible. He continues longer & more strongly than before as I cry & whimper. The intensity mingles with the waves of pleasure until this complex mixture makes me fall almost sobbing into Nawa-kin's arms. A moment of abandon, almost releasing totally, emotionally right on the edge. I don't remember if Mast'Her consoled me afterwards — perhaps he did — just remembering the emotion rising up my chest uncontrollably, pain & pleasure mingling, just falling into my sister's arms.
Nawa-kin confides that's she's jealous of the badine — but not for long, as we're taken later to a corner, as I sit on a stool, my legs wide open straddling her shoulders as she leans on me, on all fours. As Mast'Her uses the badine, more strongly & longer than with me, as the intensity increases, her chest falls towards the ground, she's holding onto my ankle with both hands. I watch as he grabs the inner part of her ass with both hands, pinching & twisting it. The mystery of this impulse, her moans so loud that I know it must really hurt as he continues to press & knead until there's visible bruises when he releases his fingers. (My thoughts racing madly : why is he doing this ? will he want to do this with me ?) Afterwards he consoles her, taking her into his arms, stroking her head as she sobs... he sits in a chair & she kneels between his legs. He leaves to answer the door, she's left there before the empty chair, sobbing, her head in her hands. I respect her moment of emotion, watching from afar. An Italian couple sitting next to her consoles her. Then Ôda tells me to rub ice over her. As I do this, I can see the bruises.
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