Sunday, November 26, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
:: lunchtime :: into the scribbled universe ::
... and I imagine you in leather chaps & cockring,
sweaty leather chaps & sticky cockring —
scratched black metal elevator doors so punk, cables looping down —
your sweet white ass, bending over ungraciously —
your cock spurting cum onto the floor, legs spread apart
as I whip you with your belt , the leather sound resounding.
You spurt before me & my lips tremble, wanting to receive,
yet I witness the splat upon the tiled floors —
Your beige suit flapping, brown suede shoes unscathed —
absurd eroticisme, quand ton foutre tombe par terre,
presque dérisoire — kleenex !
Thursday, October 12, 2006
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.
///
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 —
Monday, October 09, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
... last night I had such a wonderful dream !
I run to meet you on a leafy square, rue Caulaincourt. You stand in the middle, waiting for me. You take me in your arms, we embrace, and I tenderly button your jacket. As we kiss again, you begin to twirl me around in kundalini spirals, tantric ivresse... barefoot, our toes touching as we whirl - swirling, I dizzily slow you down. Opening our eyes, we glimpse a square neon light silhouetted against the sky : pulsing effervesant lights exploding into fireworks.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
in tune
*
medieval tuning
undertones
— all voices —
white jets spurting
frothy liquid of desire
lick your lips
swallow your cum
*
medieval tuning
undertones
— all voices —
white jets spurting
frothy liquid of desire
lick your lips
swallow your cum
*
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
... je rêve de toi.
Scene :
in my bedroom, on the floor.
You throw a white towel on the ground. I'm naked as I kneel on it, facing the dishevelled sheets, preparing myself for ...
You stand behind me, then ... you're distracted by some color proofs scattered on the sheets....
End sequence.
Very real.
in my bedroom, on the floor.
You throw a white towel on the ground. I'm naked as I kneel on it, facing the dishevelled sheets, preparing myself for ...
You stand behind me, then ... you're distracted by some color proofs scattered on the sheets....
End sequence.
Very real.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
... useless efforts...
*
A shroud !
I need a shroudto cover this wretched body
to pass like a shadow
already in black
*
Monday, June 19, 2006
Entrevue n° 7
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.
Friday, June 02, 2006
*V*
...............+...........
...+......................+
*V*
l'entrecuisse éternelle
*ev*
comme eve, l'éternel feminin
*V*
violet, couleur fétishe
*veve*
sort vaudoo
*ev+n*
(even), une paire d'enfer
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
... suite Entrevue n° 6
Subject: Re : Entrevue n° 6
Date: Tue, 30 May 2006 15:43:04 +0000 (GMT)
Ta relation, ma princesse, m'a fait revivre ces moments intenses... Je n'ai plus qu'à ajouter, pour parfaire cette remémoration, les sensations que j'ai eues et que tu ne peux forcément pas connaître...
La douceur de ta peau... Quand je caresse ton visage en te découvrant, quand je caresse tes cuisses et tes seins.
La chaleur que tu irradies : lorsque je presse tes hanches sous ta jupe en latex, j'éprouve la souplesse érotique de ta chair, tout en ressentant ta chaleur, avec encore plus d'acuité que si tu avais les fesses nues.
Ta féminité exacerbée, lorsque je t'ai possédée. Tes râles d'excitation m'ont fort troublé. Il en va de même de tes cris de réprobation lorsque tu t'es plainte de ma brutalité lorsque j'ai voulu te posséder par ton cul. Je sentais la souplesse de ton orifice dont tu me refusais l'accès. J’étais vraiment excité à l'idée de te violer et cette situation constituait vraiment la réalisation d'un fantasme, il s'agissait d'un viol.
Mais je ne regrette pas de m'être arrêté. Cela m'excitait réellement d'éprouver ta soumission en te rudoyant mais j'ai eu vraiment peur de te blesser pour de bon et tel n'est pas l'objet de nos entrevues...
Je veux que tu ressentes dans tes chairs ta condition de femelle soumise, sur le moment en endurant tes supplices humiliants et après, en repensant aux actes monstrueux auxquels tu prêtes ta dignité, pensées suggérées par la vision récurrentes des stigmates de tes tourments, ainsi que par les douleurs que tu éprouves les jours suivants... Mais pas plus... Et j'aimerais tant battre le fer tant qu'il est chaud, venir te voir, te punir rudement, profiter de ton corps et de ta soumission puis revenir le lendemain ou le surlendemain pour te punir de nouveau et faire de toi une esclave totalement aliénée à tes désirs de soumission, dusses-tu en souffrir durement, en recevant des punitions sur des chairs déjà marquées de fraîche date.
Je t'en sais capable et cela m'excite prodigieusement, ma princesse.
Je t'embrasse, et désire ardemment venir goûter le parfum enivrant de ta féminité soumise.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
l'Amour
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«´¨..¤ pure love ! ¤..¨`
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Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Chatte fouetée
Envoyé le : Mardi, 9 Mai 2006, 10h38mn 57s
Objet : marquages
Ma princesse,
[…] Tes dédicaces me plaisent encore plus lorsqu'elles sont teintées d'autopunition... J'ai adoré tes messages d'évolution de marques de ton supplice... J'aimerais les voir en réel, et les corriger lorsque je trouve qu'elles sont asymétriques ou pas assez démonstratives de ta soumission...
///
Mon Phallus,
Concernant ma chatte fouettée, tu avais l'air déçu qu'elle ne semble pas plus marquée, pas plus rouge écarlate. En fait, cela a bien changé la coloration, que je constate maintenant que ma chair si tendre est redevenu rose pale et ma peau laiteuse. Pendant ces quatre derniers jours, la coloration était plus rose sombre, un peu violacée, et mes cuisses une couleur plus jaune... et mon anus un peu bleuté... Je me rends compte maintenant... véritable fleur changeant de couleur.
Concernant mon mail sur ma dédicace, quand je l'ai relu hier soir, j'avais un peu honte de t'avoir écrit si en détail des choses que je me fais... Tu sais, toute ma vie les hommes me demandaient de raconter mes fantasmes, de décrire comment je me masturbais, et je ne voulais jamais dévoiler ces secrets. Now that I've opened myself to you, somehow I want to share these details with you. But still, I feel a bit embarrassed... when I read the dense/intense words depicting the actions, the emotions... ooohhhhh....
I imagine your pleasure looking at these marks that you've made on my body... and the way you write that makes me feel so dominated, from afar.
///
Ma princesse,
En ce qui concerne tes marques, je t'avoue être un peu frustré... Tu marques visiblement à retardement, ce qui me prive, au terme de nos entrevues, du spectacle troublant de ta féminité outragée, de ta chair marquée... Lorsque je t'ai laissée, la dernière fois, tes fesses, tes cuisses, ta chatte, tes seins, portaient de très légères marques, à part celles de la cravache sur tes fesses, en tout cas, rien à voir avec le spectacle très érotique de tes chairs sacrifiées sur l'autel de la soumission sexuelle, dont tu m'a offert la vision par les photos que tu as prises... la photo de ta chatte, dont on devine l'innocente douceur, ainsi que le feu qu'elle a subi en considérant le bleu à côté, est super-excitante...
Au sujet du délicieux mail que tu m'a écrit, me décrivant le détail de ce que tu a fait pour te donner tout ce plaisir pervers, je te supplie de ne pas t'arrêter au nom de je ne sais quelle pudeur. JE te veux totalement ouverte. Tu dois non seulement obéir à tous mes désirs, lorsque je suis là ou lorsque tu penses à moi, mais en plus ne faire aucun secret de tout ce qui te procure du plaisir. Je te demande de me décrire encore la manière dont tu te masturbes, dont tu te caresses ou te tortures jusqu'à la jouissance.
Je te demande aussi de me décrire ce qui te passe par la tête dans ces moments-là... la manière dont tu ressens ces stimulations, physiquement bien sûr mais aussi sur le plan de la morale, si tu as parfois honte de ce que tu fais... J'adore les femelles honteuses, qui ne peuvent s'empêcher de faire les choses qui leur font honte... C'est pour cela notamment que j'aime te mettre devant le miroir, pour que tu te voies en train de supporter l'insupportable, pour que tu prennes le recul te permettant de bien voir à quel point tu es dans ces moments là une femelle soumise. Dans un futur que j'espère proche, je veux te faire sentir cette honte, en te faisant réaliser ta soumission dans le regard des autres... je suis mort d'excitation en t'imaginant fouettée, humiliée, multipénétrée, sous le regard d'une fille, regard dans lequel tu pourrais lire toute la commisération du monde, teintée de désir...
En attendant, j'ai une envie folle de te fouetter encore la chatte, comme prélude, si tu le mérites, à ce que je te sodomise brutalement, comme doit l'être une femme soumise.
Je t'embrasse, ma princesse perverse.
Objet : marquages
Ma princesse,
[…] Tes dédicaces me plaisent encore plus lorsqu'elles sont teintées d'autopunition... J'ai adoré tes messages d'évolution de marques de ton supplice... J'aimerais les voir en réel, et les corriger lorsque je trouve qu'elles sont asymétriques ou pas assez démonstratives de ta soumission...
///
Mon Phallus,
Concernant ma chatte fouettée, tu avais l'air déçu qu'elle ne semble pas plus marquée, pas plus rouge écarlate. En fait, cela a bien changé la coloration, que je constate maintenant que ma chair si tendre est redevenu rose pale et ma peau laiteuse. Pendant ces quatre derniers jours, la coloration était plus rose sombre, un peu violacée, et mes cuisses une couleur plus jaune... et mon anus un peu bleuté... Je me rends compte maintenant... véritable fleur changeant de couleur.
Concernant mon mail sur ma dédicace, quand je l'ai relu hier soir, j'avais un peu honte de t'avoir écrit si en détail des choses que je me fais... Tu sais, toute ma vie les hommes me demandaient de raconter mes fantasmes, de décrire comment je me masturbais, et je ne voulais jamais dévoiler ces secrets. Now that I've opened myself to you, somehow I want to share these details with you. But still, I feel a bit embarrassed... when I read the dense/intense words depicting the actions, the emotions... ooohhhhh....
I imagine your pleasure looking at these marks that you've made on my body... and the way you write that makes me feel so dominated, from afar.
///
Ma princesse,
En ce qui concerne tes marques, je t'avoue être un peu frustré... Tu marques visiblement à retardement, ce qui me prive, au terme de nos entrevues, du spectacle troublant de ta féminité outragée, de ta chair marquée... Lorsque je t'ai laissée, la dernière fois, tes fesses, tes cuisses, ta chatte, tes seins, portaient de très légères marques, à part celles de la cravache sur tes fesses, en tout cas, rien à voir avec le spectacle très érotique de tes chairs sacrifiées sur l'autel de la soumission sexuelle, dont tu m'a offert la vision par les photos que tu as prises... la photo de ta chatte, dont on devine l'innocente douceur, ainsi que le feu qu'elle a subi en considérant le bleu à côté, est super-excitante...
Au sujet du délicieux mail que tu m'a écrit, me décrivant le détail de ce que tu a fait pour te donner tout ce plaisir pervers, je te supplie de ne pas t'arrêter au nom de je ne sais quelle pudeur. JE te veux totalement ouverte. Tu dois non seulement obéir à tous mes désirs, lorsque je suis là ou lorsque tu penses à moi, mais en plus ne faire aucun secret de tout ce qui te procure du plaisir. Je te demande de me décrire encore la manière dont tu te masturbes, dont tu te caresses ou te tortures jusqu'à la jouissance.
Je te demande aussi de me décrire ce qui te passe par la tête dans ces moments-là... la manière dont tu ressens ces stimulations, physiquement bien sûr mais aussi sur le plan de la morale, si tu as parfois honte de ce que tu fais... J'adore les femelles honteuses, qui ne peuvent s'empêcher de faire les choses qui leur font honte... C'est pour cela notamment que j'aime te mettre devant le miroir, pour que tu te voies en train de supporter l'insupportable, pour que tu prennes le recul te permettant de bien voir à quel point tu es dans ces moments là une femelle soumise. Dans un futur que j'espère proche, je veux te faire sentir cette honte, en te faisant réaliser ta soumission dans le regard des autres... je suis mort d'excitation en t'imaginant fouettée, humiliée, multipénétrée, sous le regard d'une fille, regard dans lequel tu pourrais lire toute la commisération du monde, teintée de désir...
En attendant, j'ai une envie folle de te fouetter encore la chatte, comme prélude, si tu le mérites, à ce que je te sodomise brutalement, comme doit l'être une femme soumise.
Je t'embrasse, ma princesse perverse.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Entrevue n° 6 - Sex & punishment
You enter, and I excitedly look into your eyes, savouring the tenderness of your kiss as you lock the door behind you. I turn to precede you into the bedroom, and kneel onto the bed as you order me to do. All the toys are lined up on a tray, as well as some king-size condoms; the cravache placed beside me on the bed. The tension mounts as you lightly kiss my thighs, my pussy... your hands feel & press my hips thru the latex, almost trembling. I hear you unzip your pants & reach for a rubber, putting it on your rigid sex. Will you penetrate me, or sodomize me ? I hope that you've noticed the boules de geisha, but the ring has slipped inside me. I don't want you to plunge into the metal with the tip of your cock, pushing the balls too far into me, so I warn you : "Attention, j'ai mis des boules de geisha". I try to pull out the ring, but it's too deep, so you have to fish for it, very slippery territory !
You plunge deep into me, spanking my ass as you enter — the power makes me cry out and as you fuck me, I flatten onto my belly, moaning. I can feel you deep inside, up to my belly. You flip me over, reaching for some gel that you put on my ass. You hold my legs in the air & your cock is like a vertical rod about to plunge into me, it pulls as you start to penetrate me & I cry out : "attends !". You add more gel, but my ass doesn't open before your incredible cock, it hurts, so I cry out again : "attends, attends, attends ! Il faut trouver le bon angle !".
You're indignant as you reply : "Trouver le bon angle ? ! Je te montrerai le bon angle !", and you flip me over to punish me with the cravache. I'm so ashamed, as I do desired to be possessed by you.
The rest is a bit in disorder ... sucking & licking you as you kneel over me, fessée avec la ceinture, pinces sur le sexe, pinces japonix sur les seins... you put an object into my ass, to open it & to punish me, the silicon geisha balls in my cunt... you bring me to the mirror, the gode falls out with a thump. You have me watch as you raise my skirt a bit and point to my sex with the cravache... and as I already wrote you :
And was it then that you undressed ? That you took the pinces off my sex, my tits, kissing them as the skin was liberated ? Later reddening my breasts with the cravache ?
Lying on the bed, you order me to lick you. I give you all my devotion and love as I lick you up the neck and ear... the sweet slow music a melody of my adoration... and my tongue licks all down one side to your cock, your balls that I lick & suck... and down under into the fur, finding that delicious orifice... you spread you legs so I can go further, then flip over so I can really kiss your rosy ass, lightly plunging my tongue into your orifice that is so tender... you're incredibly excited, holding your dick with both hands below your stomach.
Maybe you spank me again... but we lie on the bed together, my head on your shoulder... and you order me to repeat "Je suis ta soumise" twice. I would gladly say it three times. "Je te dresse," you say, getting up, throwing a pillow onto the floor, commanding me to kneel before you & suck your huge cock, pushing it deep into my mouth. Then you spank me again with your belt... I'm lying next to you... and I look up & say "T'es sévère avec moi !". You reply " Tu l'as mérité ou pas ?" I say NON, and you slap me on the hip really hard with your belt. You ask me "C'est sévère ou juste ?", I reply "Sévère !" and you strike me again. I look into your eyes, asking "T'es vraiment faché avec moi ?"... you answer "Non, c'est un jeu — il faut que tu désobeisses parfois, sinon ce n'est pas drôle !"
You get to my real punishment : ma chatte fouettée. You order me to spread my legs in the air as you whip me with the cravache & belt, spreading my ass with my hands so you can whip the top of my thighs... and then my pussy... so much that I cry out "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry !". You reply : "C'est trop facile de dire que t'es désolée !" and you continue even more with your belt, as I cry. You examine your work & seem disappointed — you mention that the color is about the same, as if nothing had happened. As I later wrote :
How this ends, I'm not sure, I think you laid on top of me, kissing me to console me. As I write this I realize that I'm not sure how one thing leads to another — it just flows with so much emotion. You notice that it's getting late, and deny yourself an orgasm. You decide to shower, which surprises me... intimacy... washing off any perfume...
As you dress, I watch, saying "tu m'as vraiment puni !", and you retort : "Oui ! J'avais frôlé la mort, et tu me fais des menaces; je veux t'honorer et tu m'ouvres pas tes fesses, comme une vierge effarouchée quand ça tire un peu !". And I can only admit that you're absolutely right.
We sit in the salon as you smoke your cigarette, and my eyes caress you... and you catch my gaze... "Tu lis dans mes pensées ?", you reply "Non, il faut garder le mystère," as you hold my hand… and I kiss yours, slowly sucking on each finger... until it's time for you to leave.
— with Phallus —
You plunge deep into me, spanking my ass as you enter — the power makes me cry out and as you fuck me, I flatten onto my belly, moaning. I can feel you deep inside, up to my belly. You flip me over, reaching for some gel that you put on my ass. You hold my legs in the air & your cock is like a vertical rod about to plunge into me, it pulls as you start to penetrate me & I cry out : "attends !". You add more gel, but my ass doesn't open before your incredible cock, it hurts, so I cry out again : "attends, attends, attends ! Il faut trouver le bon angle !".
You're indignant as you reply : "Trouver le bon angle ? ! Je te montrerai le bon angle !", and you flip me over to punish me with the cravache. I'm so ashamed, as I do desired to be possessed by you.
The rest is a bit in disorder ... sucking & licking you as you kneel over me, fessée avec la ceinture, pinces sur le sexe, pinces japonix sur les seins... you put an object into my ass, to open it & to punish me, the silicon geisha balls in my cunt... you bring me to the mirror, the gode falls out with a thump. You have me watch as you raise my skirt a bit and point to my sex with the cravache... and as I already wrote you :
Je nous voyais devant le miroir, quand tu m'as dit "Tu ne peux pas être plus sexy que ça", en me touchant mon sexe exposé avec le bout de la cravache. Je me suis vue avec ces pinces — j'avais un léger aspect punk avec la chaîne... et je les trouvais bien authentique.
Et puis le mystérieux intensité quand tu m'as serré la poitrine avec tes bras... si fort, comme si tu voulais me posséder entièrement, de rentrer dans ma peau... tes yeux deviennent noir du désir... et ma poitrine ainsi serré me faisait penser à des corsets XVIII° siècle...
And was it then that you undressed ? That you took the pinces off my sex, my tits, kissing them as the skin was liberated ? Later reddening my breasts with the cravache ?
Lying on the bed, you order me to lick you. I give you all my devotion and love as I lick you up the neck and ear... the sweet slow music a melody of my adoration... and my tongue licks all down one side to your cock, your balls that I lick & suck... and down under into the fur, finding that delicious orifice... you spread you legs so I can go further, then flip over so I can really kiss your rosy ass, lightly plunging my tongue into your orifice that is so tender... you're incredibly excited, holding your dick with both hands below your stomach.
Maybe you spank me again... but we lie on the bed together, my head on your shoulder... and you order me to repeat "Je suis ta soumise" twice. I would gladly say it three times. "Je te dresse," you say, getting up, throwing a pillow onto the floor, commanding me to kneel before you & suck your huge cock, pushing it deep into my mouth. Then you spank me again with your belt... I'm lying next to you... and I look up & say "T'es sévère avec moi !". You reply " Tu l'as mérité ou pas ?" I say NON, and you slap me on the hip really hard with your belt. You ask me "C'est sévère ou juste ?", I reply "Sévère !" and you strike me again. I look into your eyes, asking "T'es vraiment faché avec moi ?"... you answer "Non, c'est un jeu — il faut que tu désobeisses parfois, sinon ce n'est pas drôle !"
You get to my real punishment : ma chatte fouettée. You order me to spread my legs in the air as you whip me with the cravache & belt, spreading my ass with my hands so you can whip the top of my thighs... and then my pussy... so much that I cry out "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry !". You reply : "C'est trop facile de dire que t'es désolée !" and you continue even more with your belt, as I cry. You examine your work & seem disappointed — you mention that the color is about the same, as if nothing had happened. As I later wrote :
Concernant ma chatte fouettée, tu avais l'air déçu qu'elle ne semble pas plus marquée, pas plus rouge écarlate. En fait, cela a bien changé la coloration, que je constate maintenant que ma chair si tendre est redevenu rose pale et ma peau laiteuse. Pendant ces quatre derniers jours, la coloration était plus rose sombre, un peu violacée, et mes cuisses une couleur plus jaune... et mon anus un peu bleuté... Je me rends compte maintenant... véritable fleur changeant de couleur.
How this ends, I'm not sure, I think you laid on top of me, kissing me to console me. As I write this I realize that I'm not sure how one thing leads to another — it just flows with so much emotion. You notice that it's getting late, and deny yourself an orgasm. You decide to shower, which surprises me... intimacy... washing off any perfume...
As you dress, I watch, saying "tu m'as vraiment puni !", and you retort : "Oui ! J'avais frôlé la mort, et tu me fais des menaces; je veux t'honorer et tu m'ouvres pas tes fesses, comme une vierge effarouchée quand ça tire un peu !". And I can only admit that you're absolutely right.
We sit in the salon as you smoke your cigarette, and my eyes caress you... and you catch my gaze... "Tu lis dans mes pensées ?", you reply "Non, il faut garder le mystère," as you hold my hand… and I kiss yours, slowly sucking on each finger... until it's time for you to leave.
— with Phallus —
Dédicace — before
Envoyé le : Vendredi, 5 Mai 2006, 12h36mn 32s
Objet : Dédicace (before)
Mon Phallus_adoré,
J'ai adoré que tu m'as empêché de continuer ma phrase au téléphone, pour une fois... toi qui as commencé avec "Tu as fais des cochonneries aujourd'hui ?" ... qui voulais savoir ... les pensées impures ... à mon sujet... alors que ma vulve a gonflé au son de ta voix, et mon pauvre petit clitoris se trouvait tout seul dans l'étang si liquide... mon doigt subtil et expert est allée le secourer... alors, trop tentant comme image ? Toi, qui aimes te maîtriser jusqu'au dernier moment ... si bien élevé ... hmmmm...
Alors, ce soir je me laisse champs libre avant de me coucher. Voici le scénario de ma dédicace en ta faveur :
Nous sommes trois. Tu m'as fouetté, il m'a fouetté, toutes ces préliminaires excitantes de ma soumission sont bien établis selon vos désirs et sous ta maîtrise. Alors, maintenant c'est ton tour. Je me place derrière lui pour le voir te pénétrer à quatre pattes, je vois tes yeux, tes réactions dans la glace devant toi. Je t'entends crier ! Et je regarde bien ton orifice, son sexe te pénétrant avec force, les va et viens... et je te caresse les cheveux, je te morde l'oreille, je t'embrasse avant de te caresser le sexe, me baisser pour lécher tes couilles qui se mêlent avec les siens, je me glisse sur mon dos pour te prendre dans ma bouche, pour voir le spectacle humide et fauve sous mon nez... et je ne sais pas si je pourrais tenir, comme avec chaque coup de reins, tu t'enfonces encore plus loin dans ma bouche... et je me glisse, je remonte sous toi, et je t'embrasse, je glisse ton sexe dans le mien... je te taquine tes tétons, t'es bel et bien dans un sandwich, lucky you ! et nous jouissons tous ensembles.
Avant, ou après, tu m'attaches à quatre pattes, et tu me prends par ma chatte, mon cul... et ensuite il te pénètre, nous sommes comme trois chiens liés... ou bien, vous me prenez tous les deux par une orifice... Quel bonheur !
J'espère que tu lis ce message avant ta douche, et pas avant une réunion avec ton directeur... et bien avant de venir me voir pour que tu fasses gaffe à chaque coin de rue...
je t'embrasse avec beaucoup d'insolence,
ta princesse_garce
/// Subject: punition...
Ma princesse...
J'ai gardé les couilles douloureuses tout l'après-midi... j'ai failli jouir dix fois, tout à l'heure, dans ta bouche, dans tes mains, dans les miennes lorsque tu m'explorais de ta langue... Maintenant ça va un peu mieux mais en début d'après midi, j'avais du mal à me concentrer et je pensais et repensais aux moments que nous avons vécus ensemble...
Tu n'es pas trop marquée ? Je ne t'ai pas trop abimé ta chatte ? A un moment, lorsque je te cravachais les lèvres, j'ai eu l'impression de m'approcher de ta limite. Etait-ce le cas ?
J'ai adoré tous ces instants.
Je t'embrasse
Objet : Dédicace (before)
Mon Phallus_adoré,
J'ai adoré que tu m'as empêché de continuer ma phrase au téléphone, pour une fois... toi qui as commencé avec "Tu as fais des cochonneries aujourd'hui ?" ... qui voulais savoir ... les pensées impures ... à mon sujet... alors que ma vulve a gonflé au son de ta voix, et mon pauvre petit clitoris se trouvait tout seul dans l'étang si liquide... mon doigt subtil et expert est allée le secourer... alors, trop tentant comme image ? Toi, qui aimes te maîtriser jusqu'au dernier moment ... si bien élevé ... hmmmm...
Alors, ce soir je me laisse champs libre avant de me coucher. Voici le scénario de ma dédicace en ta faveur :
Nous sommes trois. Tu m'as fouetté, il m'a fouetté, toutes ces préliminaires excitantes de ma soumission sont bien établis selon vos désirs et sous ta maîtrise. Alors, maintenant c'est ton tour. Je me place derrière lui pour le voir te pénétrer à quatre pattes, je vois tes yeux, tes réactions dans la glace devant toi. Je t'entends crier ! Et je regarde bien ton orifice, son sexe te pénétrant avec force, les va et viens... et je te caresse les cheveux, je te morde l'oreille, je t'embrasse avant de te caresser le sexe, me baisser pour lécher tes couilles qui se mêlent avec les siens, je me glisse sur mon dos pour te prendre dans ma bouche, pour voir le spectacle humide et fauve sous mon nez... et je ne sais pas si je pourrais tenir, comme avec chaque coup de reins, tu t'enfonces encore plus loin dans ma bouche... et je me glisse, je remonte sous toi, et je t'embrasse, je glisse ton sexe dans le mien... je te taquine tes tétons, t'es bel et bien dans un sandwich, lucky you ! et nous jouissons tous ensembles.
Avant, ou après, tu m'attaches à quatre pattes, et tu me prends par ma chatte, mon cul... et ensuite il te pénètre, nous sommes comme trois chiens liés... ou bien, vous me prenez tous les deux par une orifice... Quel bonheur !
J'espère que tu lis ce message avant ta douche, et pas avant une réunion avec ton directeur... et bien avant de venir me voir pour que tu fasses gaffe à chaque coin de rue...
je t'embrasse avec beaucoup d'insolence,
ta princesse_garce
/// Subject: punition...
Ma princesse...
J'ai gardé les couilles douloureuses tout l'après-midi... j'ai failli jouir dix fois, tout à l'heure, dans ta bouche, dans tes mains, dans les miennes lorsque tu m'explorais de ta langue... Maintenant ça va un peu mieux mais en début d'après midi, j'avais du mal à me concentrer et je pensais et repensais aux moments que nous avons vécus ensemble...
Tu n'es pas trop marquée ? Je ne t'ai pas trop abimé ta chatte ? A un moment, lorsque je te cravachais les lèvres, j'ai eu l'impression de m'approcher de ta limite. Etait-ce le cas ?
J'ai adoré tous ces instants.
Je t'embrasse
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Entrevue n° 5 — Sur le trottoir
/// Part I
V. invited me to *meditate* with him beneath the luminous rose at 11 am. Dressing quickly, as I was late, I rushed out of the house, hoping to catch the Montmartrobus. Just missed it ! I can see it turning the corner, but I have a trick: I raced up the two fights of stairs on the rue de Mont Cenis, catching it at rue Lamarck. Jumped into the funicular, alone in the cabin. A glorious, sunny day for my birthday ! As the car descended, I could see a huge crowd of people waiting at the bottom, & I felt like a princess in a coach going to greet her people. Hopping out, the man from the RATP stepped out to greet me... I skipped & tripped down the cobblestone road to Anvers, crossing over to bd de Rochechouart. Ran up the three fights & V. was astonished at how fast I had arrived, as if I had wings...
As we lie on the cushions beneath the rose, V. lifts up my dress to kiss my vulva, to finger it... hushed sweet words, kissing & licking together. He lifts off my lacy panties, I still have on my clothes, my stockings & my shoes... but I'm very exposed. He puts his fingers inside me, until there are three, opened inside me, one tickling & caressing so deep inside, feeling so huge until I come, electric.
I ask if he would like me to touch him, & he opens his pants, a bit shy. He's not hard yet, so it's easy for me to take him into my mouth. As he starts to swell, I swirl my tongue around him, feeling him harden until he almost comes. I imagine my mouth stuffed with your cock in an hour or so...
Kissing & whispering & fingering & stroking each other... I whisper about how men can see everything, unless they're men who don't want to look & turn off the lights. I whisper how it's so unfair that women can't see their orifices being opened & penetrated, that men could see all these orifices opening... this vision... and his cock becomes so rigid that he explodes ! I cover the tip with my hand, not wanting him to come on my dress...
We talk and soon it's time for me to go. I've just put my panties back on in the bathroom when I get your call. What confusion !
/// Part II
For eight years I lived right on the Place Pigalle — that's another story about my marriage. I know all the streets by heart. I flew down the ave Trudaine, across la rue des Martyrs, along la rue Victor Massé, making a left on rue Pigalle to catch the top of the rue de la Rochefoucauld where a friend used to live. Looking for you until I reach rue la Bruyère, where I see you with your bike, on the phone. You signal me to be quiet, and I realise the obvious, that you would be calling your wife. I stop where I am, remaining silent. I think how this silence ressembles my silence when I open the door for you. Almost the same thing. I watch you as you inspect your bike, tapping the wheel with your foot. I'm fascinated by your black shiny shoes, so long they remind me of your cock, & I wish I could touch them.
Finished with your call, you kiss me directly on the lips, a hard, dry, tense kiss. You show me your scratched ankle & calf & I try to imagine the scene. You must have been scared at that moment, but thank god that you lifted your leg & didn't get badly injured or maimed.
***
A man on his motorcycle racing up the hill to meet his mistress on his lunch hour, hoping to grab a bite to eat beforehand, gets hit by a car coming from the left. As he falls, which woman crosses his mind first ?
***
You bring up the subject of *Z*, & I could feel your concern for me, especially talking about this after your accident made me realise it was important to you. But I had already met him, & didn't intend to see him again because of his impulsive impatience. "Je ne peux pas empêcher les gens de fantasmer sur moi" — as I said this, a soft look came into your eyes, as if you were remembering your dédicaces...
— Ne me fais pas trop attendre, sinon je te laisserai tomber...
— Ah, tu ne me feras pas ça...
You looked down & then looking me in the eye, called me *Garce!*
I caught my breathe & answered back *Salaud !* and smiled because I didn't really mean it & I liked the deep sound of *Garce!* on your lips, and I could tell that you cared about me.
Tu sais bien que je ne te laisserai pas tomber, que je t'apprécie trop, que je t'adore... même si j'avoue que les intervalles sont trop longs à mon goût.
I leave, as your wife is coming to rescue you in 15 minutes. I show you the stains on the hem of my dress, on my sleeves. I feel sad, almost like crying as I go up the street, so I call my friend F. to catch up with him, and drink champagne together to celebrate our birthdays, by the Canal de l'Ourcq.
Later you tell me : Si j'ai dit *garce* c'est parce que le mot était approprié sur le moment. And you said you had ways to make me avoid saying mean things to you again.
I'm sorry that I said those mean things, that I acted like a bitch when you needed consolation, especially since you were on your way to see me when you had that accident. I suppose that I felt a bit strange about your wife's invisible presence, I almost wished that I hadn't come, since the obvious reality was that she would take care of you.
— with Phallus —
V. invited me to *meditate* with him beneath the luminous rose at 11 am. Dressing quickly, as I was late, I rushed out of the house, hoping to catch the Montmartrobus. Just missed it ! I can see it turning the corner, but I have a trick: I raced up the two fights of stairs on the rue de Mont Cenis, catching it at rue Lamarck. Jumped into the funicular, alone in the cabin. A glorious, sunny day for my birthday ! As the car descended, I could see a huge crowd of people waiting at the bottom, & I felt like a princess in a coach going to greet her people. Hopping out, the man from the RATP stepped out to greet me... I skipped & tripped down the cobblestone road to Anvers, crossing over to bd de Rochechouart. Ran up the three fights & V. was astonished at how fast I had arrived, as if I had wings...
As we lie on the cushions beneath the rose, V. lifts up my dress to kiss my vulva, to finger it... hushed sweet words, kissing & licking together. He lifts off my lacy panties, I still have on my clothes, my stockings & my shoes... but I'm very exposed. He puts his fingers inside me, until there are three, opened inside me, one tickling & caressing so deep inside, feeling so huge until I come, electric.
I ask if he would like me to touch him, & he opens his pants, a bit shy. He's not hard yet, so it's easy for me to take him into my mouth. As he starts to swell, I swirl my tongue around him, feeling him harden until he almost comes. I imagine my mouth stuffed with your cock in an hour or so...
Kissing & whispering & fingering & stroking each other... I whisper about how men can see everything, unless they're men who don't want to look & turn off the lights. I whisper how it's so unfair that women can't see their orifices being opened & penetrated, that men could see all these orifices opening... this vision... and his cock becomes so rigid that he explodes ! I cover the tip with my hand, not wanting him to come on my dress...
We talk and soon it's time for me to go. I've just put my panties back on in the bathroom when I get your call. What confusion !
/// Part II
For eight years I lived right on the Place Pigalle — that's another story about my marriage. I know all the streets by heart. I flew down the ave Trudaine, across la rue des Martyrs, along la rue Victor Massé, making a left on rue Pigalle to catch the top of the rue de la Rochefoucauld where a friend used to live. Looking for you until I reach rue la Bruyère, where I see you with your bike, on the phone. You signal me to be quiet, and I realise the obvious, that you would be calling your wife. I stop where I am, remaining silent. I think how this silence ressembles my silence when I open the door for you. Almost the same thing. I watch you as you inspect your bike, tapping the wheel with your foot. I'm fascinated by your black shiny shoes, so long they remind me of your cock, & I wish I could touch them.
Finished with your call, you kiss me directly on the lips, a hard, dry, tense kiss. You show me your scratched ankle & calf & I try to imagine the scene. You must have been scared at that moment, but thank god that you lifted your leg & didn't get badly injured or maimed.
***
A man on his motorcycle racing up the hill to meet his mistress on his lunch hour, hoping to grab a bite to eat beforehand, gets hit by a car coming from the left. As he falls, which woman crosses his mind first ?
***
You bring up the subject of *Z*, & I could feel your concern for me, especially talking about this after your accident made me realise it was important to you. But I had already met him, & didn't intend to see him again because of his impulsive impatience. "Je ne peux pas empêcher les gens de fantasmer sur moi" — as I said this, a soft look came into your eyes, as if you were remembering your dédicaces...
— Ne me fais pas trop attendre, sinon je te laisserai tomber...
— Ah, tu ne me feras pas ça...
You looked down & then looking me in the eye, called me *Garce!*
I caught my breathe & answered back *Salaud !* and smiled because I didn't really mean it & I liked the deep sound of *Garce!* on your lips, and I could tell that you cared about me.
Tu sais bien que je ne te laisserai pas tomber, que je t'apprécie trop, que je t'adore... même si j'avoue que les intervalles sont trop longs à mon goût.
I leave, as your wife is coming to rescue you in 15 minutes. I show you the stains on the hem of my dress, on my sleeves. I feel sad, almost like crying as I go up the street, so I call my friend F. to catch up with him, and drink champagne together to celebrate our birthdays, by the Canal de l'Ourcq.
Later you tell me : Si j'ai dit *garce* c'est parce que le mot était approprié sur le moment. And you said you had ways to make me avoid saying mean things to you again.
I'm sorry that I said those mean things, that I acted like a bitch when you needed consolation, especially since you were on your way to see me when you had that accident. I suppose that I felt a bit strange about your wife's invisible presence, I almost wished that I hadn't come, since the obvious reality was that she would take care of you.
— with Phallus —
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