/// 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 —
