Amour 007

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Soyeuse.. lumineuse... amoureuse...merveilleuse...
lubrique... érotique...phallique...magique...
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Entrevue n° 11 – Sous la signe du phallus

/// In the car 
You call me from below, parked by the coursiers. I leave the building in a throng of people pouring out, to see that you've parked right in front, almost blocking the exit. In one quick glance of excitement, we see each other. I'm proud to have such a tall and elegantly handsome man waiting for me, pacing outside of his red car. You see me and you throw your cigarette down. As I arrive, you come towards me, kissing me once smack on the lips.
As we move forward in the car, I take off my boots to replace them with my stiletto heels as you have instructed me to do. I place the leash between us on the dashboard. I stroke your face, your pants, feeling your cock hardening beneath my hand. You stop by the side of the road to insert your jelly butt plug into my pussy. I laugh as you do so, feeling the width, pushing in in a bit more for comfort.

On the road, I'm not sure at what point you put the collar around my neck, I like how it feels, I like being your slave. We caress each other, your fingers insistently exciting my clit. My legs are playfully up against the dash, so you can see my white flesh above my stockings. I don't really care who can see me like this as we cross l'Etoile. But then, driving down ave de Friedland, you reach over to slap my thighs because of my scandalous exposure.
—Tu n'es pas une bonne pute ! Tu n'as même pas cherché à me sucer depuis que nous sommes parties !
—Tu veux que je te suces maintenant ?
And you say yes, giving my thighs a few more slaps.

And then you're driving with both hands off the wheel — maybe it was then that you put the collar on me, maybe then you put on the leash, maybe you were unzipping your pants so that I could reach your dick.
I take my jacket off, and later my sweater. The seats are quite low, the seat belt quite tight around me, preventing movement — I'm in bondage ! It's hard for me to reach you as I lean over, I take as much of your cock in my mouth as I possibly can, and I suck you. I pull your thigh towards me, feeling the tightness of your muscle, and also to give me some leverage. I love the feeling of your arm draped over my neck and shoulders, as I suck you while you drive.
I come up for air every now and then, curious to know if anyone has noticed. You tell me perhaps only one young guy noticed, who might have wondered what a blonde head was doing there down in your lap.

You drive, I suck, I lick, you tell me to take more, I reach for as much as I can grab, licking, sucking...
—Tu entends le bruit que tu fais ?
I say yes, but I only heard the sounds I was making once you told me.  I'm such a slut.
Finally you park right in front of my door.
— Tu m'as sucé de l'avenue de Friendland jusqu'à la rue [...], you say with satisfaction.
I feel the heaviness of the leash as you take me, walking close as I do the code and we enter the building, kissing in the elevator. 

/// Inside
We enter and drop our stuff, I wander around to light some candles, you majestically close the curtains.
By the table, you suddenly grab my arm, lifting up my skirt to spank me very hard, for not having sucked you right away, and for not taking care of you immediately as we arrive. You sit me on the couch and make me suck you again for a long time.
You tell me to to go change. C'est plus jolie.

/// Comic
I'm always so nervously excited when I change into my tenue soumise. I take off my clothes, leaving my stockings and shoes on, then make the mistake of putting in the plug right away, as it keeps slipping out. I fumble around, putting on my porte-jartelles the wrong way.
— Shit ! I exclaim as the elastic snaps and the plug falls out.
— Tu as besoin de l'aide ?,  you ask, smoking your cigarette in the salon.
— Non, ça va... I say as I push the plug back inside.
I manage to put the porte-jartelles on correctly, then fumble with my latex skirt which snaps off me, flying across the bed, and the plug falls out and rolls beneath the bed !
— Merde ! I exclaim, and you come into the bedroom to find me on my hands and knees peering beneath the bed for the plug.
— C'est comique ! I laugh and go rinse off the plug, which is not only dusty, but also a bit dirty... 

/// Transformation
Your hands are calm as you stand behind me to help put on my latex skirt. Then opening the laces on the corset so I can pull it around me, the tightening the laces for me. I love feeling your calm, that you're transforming me, as I look into the mirror, seeing how I look, feeling the change, noticing how the shoes really complete the look.
Your hands place the pinces on my tits — intensity — taking me by the leash to the mirror. You decorate my breasts with the chain of the leash, and gracefully place the tip of the cravache on my pussy, as you whip me slightly. Whipping my breasts, whipping my ass.
As I feel the fire, I wonder how I could ever go to a club with you to be whipped by many men (or women) as you fantasize. I wonder if I could stand it.


/// Pute
You lead me into the salon and sit me down on the couch. You grab my hair forcing my head down onto your cock as you fuck my mouth.
— Voici comment it faut me sucer comme une vrai pute.
And I open my mouth as you slide in and out. Then you go deeper into my mouth, filling it. I take as much as I can. I suck you, I feel like the photo you've shown me, I feel your domination.
Afterwards, I lick the head of your cock, looking up at you, just like a little dog with her master.

/// Domination and possession, desirous
Back in the bedroom, you whip me with your belt, leaving clear marks on my ass in the shape of its outline.
I lie on the bed as you lift my legs in the air to whip my thighs. You drape the chain of the pinces over your dick as you have me suck you again and again, I moan with pleasure and pain as the pinces pull & move my tits.  You lift my legs in the air again to whip my thighs, having me count, and you don't punish me for counting in English. As I lie down, the thought crosses my mind : et si on faisait l'amour toute simplement... and I am so desirous to just have a good fuck with you, hors jeu, but I know that as your sex slave you will not allow that. Maybe one day...

You lie down next to me, asking me to lick your ass... I nuzzle into your ass as you lift your legs high in the air, licking. I want to penetrate you with my finger, but you tell me only to use my tongue. I push my tongue into your orifice, licking your sweet ass.
Afterwards I lie on top of your long, panther-like body, and I playfully move on top of you, telling you : this is how I would take you if I were a man. You smile in pleasure.
— Tu aimerais être un homme ?
No, not a man, I want to be myself, but with cock so that I could possess you. I have this strong desire for you, to penetrate you. I don't know where this comes from, but I've never desired that with another man. Something deep...
I ask: if I were a man, would you give me a big cock, or a little one ? And you generously give me a big one ! 

/// Des cris de petit souris
You flip me over, and I know the time has come. You put on a rubber, put gel on my ass, and I know there's no escape. I open myself towards you, suddenly remembering how big you are, how you brutally enter me, and I cry out, moving across the bed to escape you until I'm over the edge, balancing on my fingertips. A moment of silence. I ask you : let me come back onto the bed. And you pull me back up. I say I'm sorry, that I don't expect to behave that way, I surprise myself when I remember how big you are & how it will hurt...
So I open to you as you penetrate my ass, plunging into it... I moan with excitement, I caress my clit, feeling like I could come... but suddenly distracted by the plug in my pussy that I can no longer feel with my finger and I wonder where it is, if it fell out but I don't think so... and you're spanking me as you fuck me, hard. And in this confusion I feel you're about to come as the slaps lose their rhythm and force and you lose control, coming .... shivering. And I wonder how I will be able to come in all the fiery complexity.

— J'espère que tu as pu aller jusqu'au bout de ton orgasme, you tell me.
I say yes, no, that I came a bit, and explain my distraction.
— Oui, ça m'inquiète un peu d'ailleurs.
So you have to play gyneco, probing your fingers into my pussy, feeling it... breaking off a piece of the end to pull it out.
— Ce n'est pas vraiment fait pour les vagins, I say. May I suggest, dear Master, that if you want to do something like that in the car again, that I bring my silicon boules de geisha ?

Did you have time to smoke a cigarette before leaving, or did you just go take your shower ? I love to watch you as the water runs over your body, I love to hold the towel out for you.

I blow kisses to you from the window as you leave.
Exhausted, I lie on the bed. I still have to pack but I'm very sleepy. I call a friend, who says I should take a nap and he'll call me back.
And then I fly off to California...



— with Phallus —

d'ardent désir

I. D'ardent désir
Plein, pauvre, nu,
Sans rêver nulle
Pitié que nu

Vraiment ses yeux vifs
Devraient m'être
Désagréables
S'ils savent voir

Je ne puis m'empêcher
D'être irrité
Car l'amour
M'excite et quand

Il me remue ainsi
Passer m'afflige
Et qu'elle veuille
Parce qu'il m'afflige

Qu'il en soit ainsi
Et sans jamais
Etre content au-dedans
C'est là ma mort, mais

Du moins aurai-je
De l'espoir
Tant que je vivrai.

II. Si aimer fut
Très amer,
Par ses pensées douloureuses,
Par ses soupirs,
Par ses lamentations,
Parce qu'il rend fou
Il me fait vivre
Car il n'a pas d'égal.
Je veux toute endurer
Pour honorer
Car guérir
Je ne veux le demander.

III. Elle est noire mais belle
(Nigra est sed formosa)


Chanson anonyme, France, circa 1370

... pour Monsieur Os

fr_nck forever

© Franck Ancel 2006

in situ

atelier Brancusi, dimanche vers 17h

pour petit pois

:: 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 !

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 —

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:: if I were a man, I'd want to be You ::
:: t'es pire qu'une femme ! ::

... 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.

in tune

*
medieval tuning
undertones
— all voices —
white jets spurting
frothy liquid of desire
lick your lips
swallow your cum

*

... 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.

... useless efforts...

*

A shroud !
I need a shroudto cover this wretched body
to pass like a shadow
already in black

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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...)

***
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.

*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

... 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.

l'Amour

(`'·.¸(`'·.¸*¤*¸.·'´)¸.· '´ )

«´¨..¤ pure love ! ¤..¨`

.(¸.·'´(¸.·'´*¤*`'·.¸)`'· .¸ )




photo © Franck Ancel

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...

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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.

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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.