Pet Girl - VF

"Regardes comment elle te domine. Tu es aux petits soins".

Nawa-kin m'a bondagé avec une corde en coton noir, avec son esthétique habituelle. Un harnais me sert de brassière, mon bras droit est vissé en arrière, chaque doigt entrelacé. Mon bras gauche plié vers l'épaule, la main libre au niveau des omoplates.

J'étais inspirée par le poivre/sel en forme de caniches vintages noirs et blanches, j'ai joué à Doggy pendant le dîner. Mast'Her m'a encouragé à haleter, et j'ai fait le beau, mes pattes devant, une étincelle enthousiaste dans mes yeux. Ôda me gratte la tête, pour que je remue la queue ou bien que je bats la jambe. Je répète mon aboiement. Je capte un lueur perverse quand l'un ou l'autre m'envisage sur une laisse, à quatre pattes.

C'est le dessert — un gâteau chocolat, un fraiser, du champagne rose dans des verres Lalique en cristal.
Nawa-kin m'a donné une cuillère du gâteau et une gorgée du champagne quand Mast'Her lui fait cette remarque. 
Alors, je dois manger le gâteau sur l'assiette ! ça ne me dérange pas, au moins pas pour du gâteau, je le lape (oh, laisse la crème sur son visage, ne l'essuie pas !) ...
inconsciente de mes bruits jusqu'à Ôda me les fait remarquer, et je lèche l'assiette avec volupté. 
Quand mes doigts commencent à fourmiller, Nawa-kin me détache les bras, laissant juste le harnais autour de mes seins. 
Plus tard, elle attache mes jambes ensemble, façon kidnapping. Je m'assois sur le canapé, pas loin de Mast'Her, je fais attention de ne pas lui tourner le dos. Il me tire vers lui, ma tête sur ses genoux. Pet girl. Je suis ravie d'être si près de lui, allongée sur le canapé, Nawa-kin à mes côtés. Elle caresse doucement en haut de mes cuisses, parfois entre mes cuisses. Je laisse le plaisir monter et ça me fait trembler, des soubresauts... Des moments d'harmonie & du paix & d'appartenance. 

Mast'Her prend trois pinces à linge noires qu'il place à chaque côté de mon téton pour qu'il durci. Il dit : Et là, je mettrai une aiguille. Je le supplie avec mes yeux, et je secoue ma tête. 
Il me fait tirer la langue, et il y place une pince de chaque côté et sur le bout. Je les enlève avec mes dents, mais il les placent de nouveau. Très inconfortable et je bave. Il m'ordonne de nettoyer ma bave sur l'oreiller blanc en la léchant, je commence à la lécher, mais je lui désobéis impulsivement, je la barbouille avec mes seins. 
"Tu as encore fait ce que tu veux !"
Exaspéré, il se lève, ses jambes m'effleurent. 

L'incroyable sifflement de la badine est mon seul avertissement, il me prend à l'improviste, il me donne des coups durs pour me punir. Je crie tandis que les coups continuent, ça me redresse sur mes genoux, ça me fais danser, me vaciller pour éviter la badine jusqu'à ce que je m'asseye sur mes jambes. 
Il m'attrape brusquement par le harnais pour me faire lever. D'instinct, mes mains attrape le devant du harnais pour éviter l'étrangulation. Il prend une poignée de mes cheveux, et il ouvre ma bouche, il y enfonce une serviette en papier. Ma langue la pousse devant, il me pince les narines pour que ma bouche reste ouverte. Il déchire la serviette en petits morceaux, il les pousse ses doigts dans ma bouche, mes joues & mon palais, pour les sécher. Terminé, il me laisse. Je fais courir ma langue à l'intérieur de ma bouche pour l'humidifier, et je m'effonds. Doucement, Nawa-kin me détache les cordes.

Pet Girl

"Regardes comment elle te domine. Tu es aux petits soins".

Nawa-kin has bound me with black cotton rope, in her usual esthetic. A harness for a brassière, my right arm twisted back, each finger entwined. My left arm folded to the shoulder, the hand free at the shoulder blade.
Inspired by the black & white vintage poodle salt & pepper shakers, I had played Doggy during dinner. Mast'Her encouraged me to pant & I begged, my paws raised, an eager look in my eyes. Ôda scratches my head to make me wag my tail or thump my leg. I practice my bark. I catch the glint of luminous perversity as one or another imagines me on a leash, à quatre pattes.
So now it's dessert — chocolate cake, un frasier, pink champagne in Lalique crystal glasses.
Nawa-kin has fed me a spoonful of cake & a sip of champagne when Mast'Her makes this remark.
So I should eat cake off the plate ! I don't mind, at least not for cake, lapping it up ... (oh, leave the cream on her face, don't wipe it off !) ... unaware of the sounds I make until Ôda points it out, & I lick the plate voluptuously.
When my fingers start to tingle, Nawa-kin unbinds my arms, leaving just the harness around my breasts.
Later, she binds my legs together in a typical kidnap way. I sit on the couch, not far from Mast'Her, careful not to turn my back to him. He pulls me over so that my head is in his lap. Pet girl. I'm delighted to be so close to him, lying with my legs on the couch, Nawa-kin sitting next to me. She lightly caresses the tops of my thighs, sometimes in between them. I allow the pleasure to mount & it makes me tremble ... des soubresauts... Moments of harmony & peace & belonging.

Mast'Her takes three black plastic clothespins, clamping one on each side of my nipple, making it stand erect. He says : Et là, je mettrai une aiguille. My eyes plead no as I shake my head.
He tells me to stick out my tongue & he puts a clamp on the tip & on the sides. I push some off with my teeth, but he puts them back on. Very uncomfortable & I drool. He tells me to lick my spit off the white pillow, I start to lick, but impulsively disobey, smearing them with my tits.
"Tu as encore fait ce que tu veux !"
He gets up in exasperation, his legs brushing past me. I lie bent over the couch, my legs still bound.

The incredible swoosh of the badine is my only warning as he takes me unawares, as he strikes in a harsh downward blow to punish me. I cry out as the blows continue, making me rise up on my knees, making me dance, swaying away from the badine until I'm sitting on my legs.
He grabs the harness, roughly pulling me up. My hands instinctively grab the front of the rope to prevent it from choking me. He grabs a handful of hair & opens my mouth, stuffing a paper napkin into it. My tongue pushes it forward, he pinches my nose to keep it open. He tears off small pieces & uses his fingers to push them around my mouth, my cheeks & palate, drying the saliva, like cotton-mouth. When he's done, he leaves me. I run my tongue around my mouth to moisten it & fall forward. Nawa-kin gently unties the rope.

pour le Marquis Noir

Le jeune vendeur m'a photographié
pour que je puisse t'envoyer les images.
J'ai adoré poser dans la boutique.
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Liquified

Je suis "le cadeau de la fiancée" for R. & C.
Mast'Her describes me : Elle n'est pas très maso, mais elle est très salope.

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Intensity, and a wave of nausea arises. Is my body in panic, or is it the tight corset binding me as I lay bent onto the padded table ?
I'm breathing rapidly, panting, & my whole body is wet with perspiration, soaked to the skin, liquified.
Does this have a detox effect like a good yoga sweat ?
I try to slow my breathing to the Ujjayi rhythm, but the stinging blows ("this one's from Mexico") continue just as the aftermath of the other series reverberates in waves of endomorphins & my whole being liquifies.

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Later, the blindfold comes off, my eyes cruise around the room until I find you sitting in the corner chair. You seem pleased. I thank R., then you, my Master... dizzily disoriented.
You tell me : Ce n'est pas tout. Justin t'attend.

Suspended Jade

Nawa-kin has created a fabulous bondage suspending Jade from the ceiling like a fallen angel.
Mast'Her comes downstairs & I offer him my chair, fanning him, talking lightly to him.
"Il faut trouver quelque chose pour te defouler. Vas demander à Julien s'il t'authorise de toucher Jade."
"Puisse-je vous adresser la parole ? " I ask & he accepts.
"Mon Maître, Philippe, m'a authorisé de vous demander la permission de toucher Jade." He agrees.

So I begin to lightly caress her back & arms as Nawa-kin makes final adjustments, raising one leg slightly higher, the other one more directly bent out in a plié ... Nawa-kin uses a blindfold like a sling to hold her head up.
Jade rotates, suspended in the air.
I touch the tip of her breasts. It's like touching a goddess, or a marble sculpture — her flesh is smooth & cool. Her thighs spread open expose her pussy, I lightly stroke it, finding some moisture, remembering last time — but she raises her cheeks together & Julien tells me "Pas trop sur le sexe".
He begins to whip her with the crop as I stroke her back, lightly over her shoulders & arms. She holds my hand & I help keep the balance, making sure her head doesn't hit the mirror. I stroke her tits, cupping them in my hands, lightly running my fingers down her stomach.
It's this identification thing, this desire to touch a "star", as if it would bring me closer to my inner desire, yet her cool flesh lacks the warmth of a more sensual nature.

I see the light in Ôda's eyes as she watches, happy to have suggested this bondage to Jade. She and Julien take photos as I hold Jade's knee to keep her still.

Jade asks Julien for a candle, he drips hot wax all over the body until the wax dripping down her ass & pussy makes her moan... He asks her how she's doing, it's time to come down. I hold her hand & touch her shoulder as she's untied, helping to keep the balance.
She wilts a bit, then J. puts the whip in her mouth & leads her to the back room. 
I choose to leave it like that & just sit quietly in a chair.

Touching a piece of Jade

I've arrived late, but the Club is still full, still happening.
Mast'Her introduces me to Marie, telling me to take care of her "comme si c'était Moi", which means that I should be attentive to all her needs, so I sit obediently on a stool in front of her, although Maître M. had proposed the martinet ("Si tu as envie du martinet, je suis chauffé"), and I hadn't had time to ask the Marquis, as he had this other plan for me.
We speak & I discover her desire for a love slave, a man to incarnate her every desire. We chat, & I look around the room, glancing at Xavier, telling her he could be interested. We become aware of a man standing next to us in a black string : " Je cherche une Maîtresse". I propose Marie, who leads him upstairs, once she's made clear her desire to be serviced sexually.

I'm still sitting on the stool sipping my champagne, content to have accomplished my mission, when Julien & Jade arrive, putting their things on the divan next to me. Jade is naked, except for her collar & boots, bent over the divan, writhing & grinding her hips to the music. Her smooth ass is right at eye level & I feel compelled to touch her.
"Est-ce que je pourrais vous toucher ? " I ask softly, & she lets me, adding " Je dois le demander à mon Maître... ". My hand reaches gently towards her ass.
Mast'Her comes downstairs & when he sees me, he exclaims "Qu'est-ce que tu fais ? Il ne faut jamais toucher une autre soumise !"
So I ask Julien if I can touch her & he nods.

Sitting back on the stool, I place my hand ever so lightly behind her ass so that as she grinds, she lightly touches it. She arches her back so that her pussy slides over my hand — smooth & cool, the rings of her pierced labia tingling against my fingers, arising a desire in me to be so pierced. This surprising contact — one that I wouldn't have dared— is brief, as J. takes her over to the mirror & ties her up in a nice bondage. She dances, writhing, sometimes suspended from the ceiling, her long lanky perfect body so feline.
"Elle est fauve", I remark.
"C'est une soumise qui obeit son Maître, " replies Mast'Her.

I watch as he whips her, I go to the bar so that I can see both of their faces, emotion shifting.
I go see if Mast'Her wants me to do anything, but he's absorbed with his fiancée, so I decide to just watch.
By now they're upstairs, Jade kneeling à quatre pattes on the padded table, spanked, a long pink chapelet plunged into her ass.
I sit in a chair, one of three spectators. I watch as he squeezes gel onto a dildo, slapping & teasing her with it... I watch them play, envying their relationship & what I perceive to be their happiness (I've seen them walking happily down the street afterwards), I've seen them switch, Julien on all fours with a butt plug... all of this reminds me of games played with Monsieur Os, & a wave of nostalgia fills me.
Watching Jade out of identification, more than a sexual desire, admiring them as such a beautiful couple, wondering if I would be capable of such apparent happiness.

Nevertheless, their sex-show is good, & I wonder about their need for exhibition.
I watch as Jade sits on the gode, how she stimulates herself, holding onto the wooden beam suspended above her.
J. returns & tortures her tits with both hands for a very long time, making her scream, continuing until she quiets & seems depleted. He leads her to the bedroom & I take position behind the two-way mirror, watching as he screws her, until he's finished. She lies on the bed when he gets up, caressing herself slightly with the gode, I wonder then if she came.

panther-like & complicated

He was panther-like & complicated, so they said.
He said : what if I took you upstairs pour te cravacher ?
I said : yes, pourquoi pas — mais il faut le demander à mon Maître.

He went upstairs to ask.
He said : he said ok, but only si tu me donnes la cravache.
I said : ok.
Ôda said : Il est compliqué.

He says : doncha think it would be more sexy to come upstairs to the petit salon to see me naked à quatre pattes avec la cravache, t'attendant ?
I say : yes, well, yeah, of course... Go upstairs.
& I take awhile with my toutou.

Ôda warns me again : Il est compliqué. Et elle me suit à la trace.

I see him so panther-like, waiting on the bed, so undisciplined, turning his head around as he feels the audience surrounding him.
I see him so panther-like, yet so undisciplined, turning lasciviously around.
He's chosen the crop with the tip of a hand.
I see him put it over his back.
I take over.

I tap, to warm him up. I hear Ôda come upstairs with another soumis. I hear her tap on his ass. Just like I do to him. We both wanna turn around.
So I dominate him, giving orders. What's that sound ? Concentrate on me ! Don't look around. So I hit harder, not quite knowing in my technique if it works.

Ôda seems fully in control.

I caress his ass & he asks me for a gode.
I say : What gode ? I think that only personal godes are allowed here.
He lets go of this idea as I strike him harder. He reminds me of Monsieur Os and I want only to penetrate him.

He disobeys & I put my hand on the nape of his neck to calm him.

Ôda trades her split badine avec mon cravache. I strike him softly, then harder on his right thigh. I wanna even it out, but he says : what's that thing ?
Doesn't wanna to even it out on the left.

A guy standing next to me with a crop in his hand, observing, says : I'd like to continue.
I ask him if he agrees.
No : no men, only women.

& Ôda says : that's the way it's done here.
So I stop. Pascale leaves, not even thanking me.

I take a closer look at Ôda's man, a ring in his scrotum leading up with the chain of the leash to the ceiling as he's caught between the wooden panks of the pillory, the cravache regally stuck above him.

Later Pascale sits down next to me.
Now what if I cravache you ?
I say : Mast'Her has to approve.
He says : Well, I have a pass for the afternoon.
Which I don't believe.
You have to ask him specifically for each action, I say.

He smiles & gets up to ask, but Mast'Her comes down the stairs.
Ask him then, I say. Mast'Her points out his lie, declining the offer.

it's not me

... but it could be !
I love the saturated colors

photos © DR

Gushing

During the second session of a leisurely masturbation morning in bed, with my Njoy plug, Pure wand & pinces, I reached orgasm, becoming aware of the squirting sensation. As I released, the juices flooded out, leaving my pussy sopping & a nice puddle on the sheets as proof. Just like Nina described it !
I'm sure that I'd done this before without realizing it, but since I'd read Nina's description on The Lazy Geisha, I was able to perceive it just when it was about to start. Mmmm, what an experience ! à recommencer ...

Princesse X

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La Gironde

Mast'Her looks at Nawa-kin, admiring her from afar, saying "elle est gironde". When I ask what "gironde" means, he explains that it's un mot ancien, that it means even more than voluptuous, almost makes you want to bite into her ...
We're just out of hearing, yet she watches as he whispers to me : Vas la mordre... I look at her, seeing desire & hope in her eyes. I walk over to her & gently open her sheer red shirt on one side, revealing her voluptuous breast.
My lips open around her nipple as I gently cradle her breast, my tongue licking the fat nipple to arouse it, taking it into my mouth, sucking it, slightly biting & scissoring it with my teeth in alternance to the sucking. She gasps with surprise & pleasure as I continue, moving to her other breast, giving it the same attention, exciting her & somehow hoping she would come. Her pleasure is tangible as she gasps even louder. I stop & stand caressing & slightly pulling her nipples in both hands. Voluptuous sister !

Mast'Her tells us to continue at the far side of the room & she touches & sucks my breasts in return. Mmmmm.... she could even bite a bit harder ... Standing, caressing & sighing, all nipples in all hands, gently pulling & twisting. Billowing breasts pushed together, nipples touching.

Motown & Martinet

Le Marquis-Noir offers me to Maître M. to be flogged by his twin martinets before a full audience.

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Leaning naked against the mirror, I shut my eyes.
A gust of wind enfolds me as whirling leather lashes begin to fall over my shoulders & back all down to my ass, warming me up. I smile in delight as the light strokes promise more.
The Motown tempo of the Supremes, the rhythmic lilting upbeat guiding the strokes pattering over me. Joy rises in me & I softly laugh.
Maitre M. lightly caressed my spine, asking me if I want more. I nod & we go onto the next level, slightly harder increasing onto another, with blows to the shoulders like Shiatsu. Noticing how his technique is different from what I've felt so far from Mast'Her.

I've got this burning, burning, yearning feeling inside me
Ooh, deep inside me and it hurts so bad
baby baby oooooOOOOooohhhhhh, baby baby

And I feel happy in the rush of wind & fire, exhilarated in this awareness, just loving it. And it's so much fun.

After one or two strong blows that make me gasp, the whirling stops. I bow to Maître M. thanking him, Namaste, then kneel at the feet of my Mast'Her to thank him for this wonderful gift.

la femme fleur

Picasso 1946

mardi gras

pour le Marquis-Noir

Lightning bolts or thunderbolts as you crack the whip next to me.

I'm in a storm of fire & wind, loving it as fiery kisses fall on my ass & over my back. I didn't know it would be like this — just how did I think it would be ? — that it would be this good...
Arms raised, hands on the back of my head... I don't know exactly how I'm reacting, just fingers in my hair in sensual bliss with the fiery kiss and the promise of ecstasy at the tip of the whip.
The first time, so gently. These fiery revelations leaving me breathless, teetering in my stilettos, my ankles trembling. Wow !

Earlier, your fingers stimulate me, the clamps on my labia so close to my clit, intensifying the excitement, the weights dangling, my body jerking in electric spasms.
I just didn't know that it would be so good.

Your fingers, your hand in a latex glove slathered with gel, inside me, probing & whirling so deep so good so intense so excited, about to jump out of my skin, so delighted...

Le baptême de feu : fiery kisses & whistling wind.

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Coups de foudre ou coups de tonnère lorsque ton fouet claque à mes côtés.

Je suis dans un orage du feu et du vent, j'adore ces baisers du feu qui tombent sur mes fesses, sur mon dos. Je ne savais pas que ce sera comme ça —comment je l'avais imaginé au juste ? — que ce sera si bon.
Les bras levés, les mains sur ma tête... je ne sais pas exactement comment je réagis, juste des doigts dans mes cheveux, la joie sensuelle des baisers du feu et la promesse de l'extase au bout du fouet.
La toute première fois, fouettée si doucement. Ces révélations du feu me coupent le souffle, je vacille sur mes talons aiguilles, mes chevilles tremblent.

Plus tôt, vos doigts me stimulent, les pinces sur mon labia si près de mon clit, intensifiant l'excitation, les poids se balancent, mon corps sursaute dans des spasmes électriques.  Je ne savais pas que ce sera si bon.

Tes doigts, ta main dans un gant de latex enduit avec du gel, à l'intérieur de moi, explorant et tourbillonnant si profondément si bon si intense si excitant que je pourrais sauter au plafond, si enchantée...

Le baptême de feu : des baisers ardents et le vent sifflant.

pincement

Cette nuit j'ai rêvée
que j'ai découpé un pansement,
les bouts biseautés...

J'ai mis de la bombe de colle
et je l'ai collé sur mon plexus solaire.


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pour le Marquis-Noir

mes souliers de MarquiXe

fiery kisses

Le Marquis-Noir orders me to stand against the cross, after first making me sit on the bench with the dildo. For the first time, I receive the martinet.

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I stand against the cross, my head nestled in my arms. He starts to whip me lightly with the martinet when Ôda comes to get him as he's needed upstairs.
She takes over.
The first hard lash makes me say "Aïe !"
She replies : Comment ça, "aïe" ?

I had arrived late mostly after the fun was over, the tension from work still present in my mind. At the bar, she had asked me what mood I was in, if I wanted to play ... a man or a woman ? More in the mood for a man.
Mast'Her comes by & plays with me lightly, thinking he has some time for me, so we go to the back.
He puts a condom on the black dildo & attaches my wrists to the ceiling, orders me to sit on it, in my ass ... black intensity as I slide down, sitting on it not so comfortably as he lightly whips my tits.
I wriggle my wrists out of the straps, holding on to them instead — not rebellious, just disobedient. He sees that this scene isn't working for me, so we switch to the cross instead. He lifts up my skirt & I lean into my arms raised above my head.

Like I said : "Aïe" !
I shut my eyes, happy to receive... how strange now that it should be Ôda instead. Closing out the people gathered to watch. She whips, the tips of the martinet grazing me & I realize that it's the ones that barely strike that hurt the most.
She whips my pussy lightly. i wiggle a bit, as my feet hurt, so she allows me to take off my shoes.
I settle into my arms as I feel the different strokes & after awhile it's all tingly & warm.
Then the intensity increases, some heavy blows on my thighs & ass, then light touches over my back to my ass & my pussy.
I rock sensuously into the martinet as it strikes my pussy, some strands hitting my abdomen from below, hurting more than those on my pussy. The music briefly flows thru me as I delve into my awareness of every sound, every touch, where it hits, over & over.
A flurry of light fiery kisses & a gust of wind ... I suspect that this increase in intensity has been at the hand of my Mast'Her. Even though I'm curious, I don't turn around to look, only go into the feeling as I feel more peaceful & floating.
Until one strong blow on my thigh makes me react, leaving a trail of bruises over my hip at the crease of my thigh, as I ease the pain with my hand.
Ôda asks if I want to stop. "Peut-être, un peu, " I reply, but I could have stayed longer.
I thank her, kissing her on the cheek.
— Je me sens apaisée.
— Je crois que ça t'a fait du bien. Je le vois dans tes yeux. Tu es résistante.

Afterwards, I'm very inward & quiet, a light trembling under my skin like a light vibration that continues all thru dinner.

I wonder how it was for each of them.

consciousness

Sometimes I think that I'm less spiritual than when I was younger, but perhaps it's because I've been exploring my darker side. Sometimes I think about contacting my guide — but my guide is always present, & I think my guide is very much like me. Perhaps my guide is me.
I believe in consciousness & light — intelligent consciousness & the energy of light. If I transcend the body, then what is this consciousness inside ?
When I think of the fabric of the universe from the infinitely small to the infinitely grand, I know that this consciousness is never lost. The matter & energy may be transformed & evolved, but it doesn't disappear.
When I think of human intelligence, of all the amazing things we have created , from the first person who sprayed their hand on a cave, to whoever first cooked an egg, to all the civilizations & beauty, to the fantastic technology in which we live, I know that this consciousness never dies.
If only those who focus on destruction & killing, if only this energy was turned around, just think of the wondrous life we would have.

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A mean muthafuka - VF

Le Marquis-Noir m'ordonne de m'offrir à un jeune homme après que je le flagelle.

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Quand il est entré dans le club portant son T-shirt noir, j'ai pensé : "ce mec ne sait rien". Des flashes d'alarmes psychiques clignotaient autour de lui et je voyais la vibration d'une aura blanche m'avertissant.
Il est nerveux caché sous son masque et il fait l'erreur de toucher les poids sur la chaîne que tu m'as mis entre mes lèvres labiales. "C'est lourd?" il me demande, et tu viens me protéger, lui disant qu'il doit demander d'abord avant de toucher.
Cependant, tu le provoques plus tard, me disant de m'asseoir en ouvrante encore plus mes cuisses puisqu'il veut regarder, assis devant de moi. Je ne le regardes pas, je m'en fous de lui derrière son masque.
Pendant ce goûter, tu m'as demandé demandé de switcher, et j'ai déjà flagellé deux hommes et une femme quand ce jeune homme demande ta permission d'être flagellé aussi. C'est-à-dire, il me le demande au moment où je remets le martinet de nouveau à Ôda, et nous lui disons tous les deux qu'il doit te demander. Je suis surprise que tu l'accordes.
Je prends les deux martinets et je l'emmène à l'étage. Tu arrives rapidement et tu t'assois dans le fauteuil au coin pour nous observer. Il descende de son pantalon un peu, mais je lui dis de le laisser tomber à ses chevilles. Tu l'encourages. Et je commence à le fouetter, visant au mieux, te regardant dans notre complicité amusée. Sa main se déplace vers sa bite pour la caresser, mais je lui dis qu'il n'a pas le droit de se toucher et j'y vais vérifier à ta commande.
"T'as vu comment il bande ? Tu vas lui vider les couilles plus tard", tu me dis. Je le caresse uniquement pour te plaire.
Enfin tu décides qu'il devrait me sodomiser. Je n'ai absolument aucun désir, mais je t' obéis néanmoins. Je place les martinets sur l'étagère, et je te suis dans la chambre.
Je me tiens à tes côtés quand il entre, et ses mains attrapent les bouts de mes seins pour les pincer d'une façon vraiment dure et qui fait très mal, et je lui dis d'arrêter, en repoussant ses mains. Tu le fais rappeler d'être plus doux dans son approche à mes tétons sensibles.
Il laisse tomber un peu son pantalon et je lui dis de les enlever, il se déshabille complètement excepté peut-être ses chaussettes (je le déteste quand les hommes gardent leurs chaussettes !).
Tu me commandes de me mettre à 4 pattes, et je m'agenouille sur le lit pendant que tu lui donnes un capote. Quelqu'un met du gel sur mon anus — il commence à me pénétrer et je demande encore plus du gel. Je pense à Monsieur Os, à son énorme queue .
Il plonge dans moi et sa main frappe durement sur mon flanc, détournant la douleur de la pénétration vers ma cuisse. ça me fait mal, comme il frappe fois et j'entre dans cet espace d'ombre à l'intérieur de moi, toutes les pensées et les sentiments embrouillés, mon cerveau se concentre sur mes fesses, sa main, ta présence, et surtout mes émotions. Je suis à plat ventre, mon visage niché dans mes bras cachée sous mes cheveux. Je pleure, non, non... pendant qu'il continue à frapper. Ses mains tentent de pincer mes tétons, mais je les repousse.
Tu es allongé sur le lit à ma droite et je te dis "Il est méchant". Un enfoiré méchant.
Il cesse de me frapper, je ne sais pas si tu lui à fait signe ou bien s'il a entendu ce que j'ai dit.
Je me sens en colère et triste, fâché contre lui parce qu'il est un enfoiré méchant, fâché contre toi qui m'as offert à lui, triste pour moi-même.
Je tourne mon désir vers toi pendant qu'il continue à m'enculer. Le corps sent l'excitation physique même lorsque l'esprit a des émotions contradictoires. Ainsi je tourne mon énergie vers toi.
"Salope" tu me dis, "you bad girl".
"Yes, I'm a bad girl", je réponds en souriant car tu sais faire le déclic, et maintenant ce que je fais est complètement pour te plaire.
Je caresse ma chatte pour faire monter le plaisir, ma chair douce,humide et gonflée, mais mes doigts semblent éloignés ainsi je demande les tiens. ("please"... tu me rappelles). Je me léve, je me colle contre toi, embrassant ton cou pendant que tes doigts me stimulent et l'électricité me fait sauter et cambrer.
Et alors tu décides qu'il devrait jouir sur mes seins. Je m'assieds ou me tiens devant lui, mes mains soulèvent et offrent mes seins. Il retire la capote, il se branle — ton bras est autour de ma taille, je crois— et je regarde le plafond, les yeux fermés, pas envie de l'observer, alors que son foutre s'éclate sur ma poitrine. La chaleur est agréable, mais je ne veux pas sentir son sperme. Il a fini de jouir et il prend un kleenex. Je lui demande "beaucoup de kleenex" tandis qu'il me donne un seul. Tu répètes : elle a dit "beaucoup" ! Il m'en donne une poignée et je m'essuie au mieux avant d'aller au lavabo.
Il me suit, se tenant impatiemment de l'autre côté du rideau, me demandant une serviette. A l'évier, je rinçe ma poitrine de son sperme. Je lui demande, "Au début, il y a eu des coups, mais je ne savais pas si c'était toi ou lui".
"C'était lui", il ment et nous le savons tous les deux. Cependant, comme c'était si désagréable pour moi, je suis dans un étrange moment de doute.
Le jour suivant, un bleu noir la taille d'un pouce est curieusement placée sur l'avant de ma cuisse.

A mean muthafuka

The Marquis-Noir orders me to offer myself to a young man after I flog him.

///
When I saw him come in the club wearing his black T-shirt, I thought : "this guy's clueless". Psychic alarms flashed around him as I see a white aura vibrating, warning me.
He's nervous behind his mask & he makes the mistake of touching the weights on the chain that you've clamped between my labial lips. "C'est lourd ?" he asks, as you run over to protect me, telling him that he needs to ask first.
Yet, you tantalize him later, telling me to sit with my legs spread open even wider since he wants to look, sitting across from me. I don't meet his eyes, I don't care about him behind his mask.
During this goûter, you've asked me to switch, and i've already flogged two men and a woman when this young man asks your permission to be flogged too. That is, he asks me when I'm handing the martinet back to Ôda, and we both tell him he has to ask you. To my surprise, you agree.
I take the two martinets & take him upstairs. You quickly appear & sit in a corner chair to watch. He slides down his pants slightly, but I tell him to drop them to his ankles. You encourage him. And I begin to whip, aiming as best I can, only looking at you in our amused complicity. His hand goes to stroke his cock, but I tell him that he doesn't have the right to touch himself & go over to check when you tell me to.
"T'as vu comment il bande ? Tu vas lui vider les couilles plus tard" you say. I stroke him only for your benefit.
Finally you decide that he should sodomize me. I have absolutely no desire, but I obey you nevertheless. I place the martinets on the shelf, and follow you into the bedroom.
He comes into the room as I stand with you, his hands reach out to directly pinch my tits really hard in a hurtful way, & I tell him to stop, pushing his hands away. You remind him to be more gentle in his approch to my sensitive nipples.
He drops his pants down slightly & I tell him to take them off, so he completely undresses except perhaps his socks (I hate it when men keep their socks on !).
You order me to position myself à 4 pattes, & I kneel on the bed as you give him a rubber. Someone puts gel on my ass — he begins to penetrate me & I ask for more. I think of Monsieur Os, of his huge cock.
He plunges into me & his hand strikes me hard on my flank, deflecting the pain from the penetration to my thigh. It hurts, as he strikes several times & I go into that dark space inside me, all thoughts & feelings jumbled as my brain focusses on my ass, his hand, your presence, and especially my emotions. I'm face down, nestled in my arms beneath my hair. I cry out, no, no ... as he continues to hit. His hands reach forward to pinch my tits, but I swat them away.
You're lying on the bed to my right & I tell you "Il est méchant." A mean muthafuka.
He stops hitting me, I don't know if you've told him or if he's heard what I said.
I feel angry & sad, angry at him for being a mean muthafuka, angry at you for offering me to him, sad for myself.
I turn my desire towards you as he continues to pump into me. The body feels the physical excitement even when the mind has conflicting emotions. So I turn my energy towards you.
"Salope" you say, "you bad girl".
"Yes, I'm a bad girl", I reply & smile because you know how to make that click for me, & now I'm totally doing this only for your benefit.
I stroke my pussy to help the pleasure mount, swollen, soft wet flesh, but my fingers seem distant so I ask for yours. ("Please"... you remind me). I lean up, clinging to you, kissing your neck as your fingers stimulate me & the electricity makes me twitch & arch.
And then you decide that he should come on my tits. I sit or stand before him, my hands lift & offer my breasts. He pulls off the rubber, jerking off —your arm is around my waist, I think— I look up at the ceiling, closing my eyes, don't wanna watch him, then the warm jets splat over my chest. The warmth is pleasurable, but I don't want to smell his sperm. He's done & reaches for a kleenex. I ask for "beaucoup de kleenex" as he gives me one. You repeat : elle a dit "beaucoup" ! He hands me a bunch & I wipe myself as best I can before going to the sink.
He follows me, impatiently standing outside the curtain, asking for a towel. I'm at the sink, rinsing off his sperm. I ask him, "Au début, il y a eu des coups, mais je ne savais pas si c'était toi ou lui".
"C'était lui", he lies & we both know it. Yet, because it was so unpleasant for me, I'm in a strange moment of doubt.
The next day, a black bruise the size of a thumb is oddly placed on the front of my thigh.

Délicieuse morsure

Le Marquis Noir orders me to stand in front of Nawa-Kin, holding her hands while he whips her.

///
"Délicieuse morsure," she whispers, eyes closed, as the first lick of the whip touches her flesh, knowing how far this voyage will take her.
She holds my hands, my fingers so tightly that I don't know if my palms are sweaty or if it's hers ... all fingers so slippery, and yet so intensely held.
I'm fascinated by the whip & I wish the music was off so I could hear the whistle of the invisible whip thru the air & the sound of its lash on naked flesh. I'm fascinated, longing for it to be mine, yet wincing with every blow.
All elements : water, earth, wind & fire ...
At first, like loving caresses all over her back and buttocks. The first harsh lash ripples thru her & I see the vibrations mount, the pain reverberating, like an electric current moving thru her arms into mine. I'm struck by her absolute sensuality & desire. We are sisters in this moment.
I look over her shoulder to watch our Master expertly whip — the exactitude of his aim, the exquisite mastery of his touch, his graceful agility.
I watch him over her shoulder, or in the mirror, seeing how he spins the tail & cringing with every blow.
He sees my look & a smile crosses his face as he shakes his head in slight amusement at my fears.
Throwing one smack in between her shoulder blades, another in a lasso twirl licking the same spot over & over. I watch & I feel the invisible strikes, and cringe with Nawa-Kin on the particularly harsh ones, moaning aloud.
Her arms reach back in supplication & I take them back to her breasts. I want to console her, to hold her & I brace her as she leans more heavily towards me. Her hands move towards her tears & I caress them away, softly caressing her face.
When she can take no more, she turns towards him in supplication & the whip is stilled.
"Je travaille la colère de ma mère", she confesses... and then he's there, holding her in his arms as she tearfully says "merci". He kisses her, consoles her — she's still holding my hand — and he includes me in the embrace, then tells me to get some ice-cubes to rub on her body.
She kneels against a chair, and I slide the ice over the welts and the lacerations. The heat melts the ice quickly. I wonder how it would feel then to sleep, or to take a shower with the burning sensation all over the back.
"How long do the marks last ?", I ask her.
"2-3 weeks, depending."
I think I would need to be consoled for a very long time, to be in a quiet space to come down from the endormorphins. A quiet dark space, like after a massage — after this very different massage, whiplashed.

Délicieuse morsure - VF

Le Marquis-Noir m'ordonne de me placer face à Nawa-Kin, pour tenir ses mains tandis qu'il la fouette.

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"Délicieuse morsure," elle murmure, les yeux fermés, lorsque le fouet lèche sa chair à la première touche, sachant jusqu'où ce voyage l'emmènera.
Elle me serre les mains, les doigts si fort que je ne sais pas si ce sont mes paumes qui transpirent ou bien si ce
sont les siennes ... nos doigts si glissants, et pourtant si intensément tenus.
Je suis fasciné par le fouet et je souhaite que la musique s'arrête pour que je puisse entendre le sifflement invisible du fouet dans l'air et le son de sa lanière sur la chair nue. Je suis fasciné, envie qu'il soit mien, grimaçante avec chaque coup.
Tous les éléments : l'eau, la terre, l'air et le feu...
Au début, comme des caresses aimantes partout sur son dos et sur ses fesses. Le premier coup de fouet dur ondule à travers elle et je vois les vibrations monter, la réverbération de la douleur, comme un courant électrique qui traverse de ses bras aux miens. Je suis frappé par sa sensualité et par son désir absolues. Nous sommes des sœurs dans ce moment.
Je regarde sur son épaule pour voir notre Maître la fouetter avec expertise - l'exactitude de son objectif, la maîtrise exquise de sa touche, son agilité gracieuse.
Je l'observe sur son épaule, ou dans le miroir, voyant comment il fait tourner la queue et je recule avec chaque coup. En voyant mon expression, un sourire traverse son visage et il hoche sa tête, légerement amusé par mes craintes.
Il en jette un droit au milieu ses omoplates, un autre tel un lasso qui lèche la même endroit encore et encore. J'observe et je sens ces coups invisibles et je recule avec Nawa-Kin aux plus sévères, gémissant.
Ses bras le supplient d'un geste en arrière — je les ramène de nouveau à ses seins. Je veux la consoler, la tenir et je la soutiens tandis qu'elle s'appuie de plus en plus lourdement sur moi. Ses mains se déplacent vers ses larmes et je les essuie, caressant doucement son visage. Quand elle n'en peut plus, elle se tourne vers lui en supplication et le fouet s'arrête.
"Je travaille la colère de ma mère", elle avoue ... et puis il est là, la tenant dans ses bras tandis qu'elle lui dit "merci", les larmes aux yeux. Il l'embrasse, la console —elle me tient toujours la main— et il m'embrasse aussi, me disant d'aller chercher des glaçons pour les frotter sur son corps.
Elle s'agenouille contre une chaise et je glisse les glaçons sur les zébrures et les lacérations. La chaleur fait fondre la glace rapidement. Je me demande comment il sera de s'en dormir, ou de prendre une douche avec cette sensation brûlante sur tout le dos.
"Combien de temps dureront les marques ?", je lui demande.
"2-3 semaines, selon."
Je pense que j'aurais besoin d'être consolée longtemps, de me retrouver dans un espace calme pour la descente des endormorphins. Un espace calme dans la pénombre, comme après un massage — après ce massage si différent, whiplashed.

Nawakin and Nobodia

The Marquis Noir orders me to watch the sculptural Nobodia dominate Nawakin, saying that soon it would be happenning to me.

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I stand against the black & white tiled wall to watch this black and white spectacle. A young man is next to me, observing.
She takes the corset off Nawakin, allowing full access to her abundant breasts, leaning her against the table as she clamps her tits.
The young man crouches down to delicately touch my breast with his fingers, gently surrounding my tit with his mouth. He's like a cameleon. "Harder", I whisper, as he nibbles & bites & sucks in the most delicious way.
Nawakin gasps as the first drop of wax is spilled on her tit. She looks directly into the eyes of her Mistress as Nobodia continues to drip the hot wax.
The sensual luminosity of her blonde hair & white skin, her red lips gasping as waves of pleasure begin to take her off on her voyage. My gasps mix with hers as my cameleon exquisitely sucks & bites my nipples.
My eyes caress the darker skin of Nobodia, her voluminous breasts bound in white rope, like a brassière. Nawakin, la bondageuse folle !
Her tits are now wax sculptures, the clamped tips encrusted by the wax. Her head falls backwards in pleasure, her eyes closed, the black stripe of her eyeshadow glistening against the white... everything is black & white with a touch of ruby red !
She leans down to kiss the breast of Nobodia, smearing the red all over her lips, now coming back up revealing a pinker shade of lipstick smeared across her mouth.
Nobodia begins to massage Nawakin, kneading her breasts in forward movements until the wax sculpture pops the clamps off in a perfect mold. Then, leaning into her, their billowing breasts communing as their firm tits touch and softness flows around, yet firm, feminine flesh.
I remember the taste of Nobodia's pussy last week when the Marquis-Noir ordered me to pleasure her at the same table, kneeling on the steps, my mouth firmly on her pussy licking her clit, my right hand spreading her open as my left arm encircled her thigh, my hand stretching up to caress her tit, as an unseen hand caressed my pussy and my wetness smeared down my thighs.
I'm wet now, and my thighs slide against each other avec la mouille, and my latex mini clings even tighter to my perspiring skin.
Nawakin now kneels on a small chair, her black skirt lifted to reveal the lunar surface of her bottom, as Nobodia cups her hand to spank her with very precise whacks followed by caresses. Her bottom reddens, Nobodia takes the badine, lightly touching the inside of her thighs when Ptitdoudou comes in to tell us that it's closing time. Just when it was getting interesting !
And we're all disappointed.

The Snake Goddess

Tonight, I'm not really in the mood to be touched, don't really have the permission, but I go upstairs with Cosmos to take a look around. The dark bedroom attracts me, so I slip into the shadows to watch a woman being fucked by her lover, as another man reclines on the bed, his stiff cock glistening in the shadows as her moans of pleasure increase.
A man is standing to my left, Cosmos at my right, and they both press their cocks into my hands as we watch. Cosmos has eagerly fingered me, but I keep my thighs together to limit the probing. Perhaps I should have let myself go into the pleasure...
A sucette in my mouth, I milk their throbbing cocks, increasing the rhythm until Cosmos explodes.

"Branleuse !", the Marquis teased me.

rite

Barbie as Snake Goddess

http://www.rwaag.org/minoan#Life

Monsieur Os

Monsieur Os went to the desert and died.
Only a long cold silence followed, despite the heat.
Crawling through the dark dawn, crying.

Moving past the words and the photos,
I decide to seek my place amongst the misfits and the pervs.
To my great delight !


*X*

princesse.x makes her coming out

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— Halloween —
I'm the devil's plaything
*X*




© Halloween 2007 by les Goûters du Divin Marquis

aBc

Brazen
Cunt
Activity

your essence

... it's so hot & so I took out my black Spanish fan at dinner. Your perfume wafted around me, caressing me, enfolding me... (I had idly taken some samples of "Allure" & "Terre" while biding my time at the Duty Free shop, placing the papers in my bag, next to my fan).
and oh ! it intoxicates me more than the wine, making me heady, distracting me from the conversation (I stole another of my mother's old wooden pinces à linge ....) as it sets off an immediate & complete sensory response to your pheronomes —I'm gushing—reminding me so of your presence, of your skin, & of the deep caress as you cradle my head as you kneel towards my mouth...
*X*

Un secret

Ma belle princesse perverse,

Ton aventure au MK2 me remplit d'aise... Tu es vraiment une cochonne intersidérale et j'aime beaucoup l'idée que tu te sois faite baisée dans les chiottes homme d'un cinéma de centre commercial à l'abandon, comme la dernière des trainées. Il faut vraiment que je vienne te corriger : tu me raconteras chacun de tes gestes obscènes sur cet Habilis et pour chaque geste, je t'infligerai une punition. je puis déjà te dire que la fellation que tu lui as très certainement offert te vaudra 20 coups de cravache particulièrement appuyés.

Je t'embrasse, ma princesse cochonne. * Mon si beau Maître_Phallus,
Je vous demande de bien vouloir me pardonner pour mon comportement scandaleux pendant ton absence. 

Voici les faits : Un secret
MK2 Beaugrenelle

13h20 I stand in the sun eating my sandwich when H. walks quickly up to me, kissing me directly. We go inside & he buys the tickets. Taking my hand, we descend the stairs to Salle 4, noticing that most of the toilettes are out of order. He leads me to a far back corner & we settle in. 
I throw my jacket over the seat in front of us, hanging it down to use as a cover for our illicit activities. The previews are playing, the lights are still on, people entering & finding their seats, but this doesn't stop him from slipping his fingers into my panties to check my wetness. Quite pleased, he begins to caress my clit while he grabs my tits. He pushes my legs apart when the lights go down, sliding his fingers deep inside me. I refrain from leaning my knee on the seat in front of me, afraid to vibrate or wiggle the whole row. A man gets up & moves way down to the front. 
He unzips his pants, pulling out his swollen cock. Caressing each other, watching our reactions. "Suck my cock" he orders, & I pretend to be reluctant so he pulls my head to his lap. His cock slides in my mouth, filling it. As the excitement mounts, he wants to fuck me. He pulls on his pants & leaves the salle & I follow him out.
Most of the toilettes are out of order, except the men's in Salle 2. We step inside the stall, hoping the light will come on as we lock it, but we find ourselves in pitch black. I hear him unzip his pants, fumbling for the rubber. 
"Present yourself !" he orders, as I slip my panties down & lift up my skirt, bending over the toilet, bracing my hands against the wall. He thrusts into me & I bite my lips to keep from crying out, a few murmurs escaping my lips as he plunges into me. We silently fuck in the dark. I slide further down until I come. 
"I want your mouth", he whispers, so I sit on the toilet as he rips off the rubber & I open my lips as he pumps gently into my mouth until he pulls away, his cum splattering onto the tile floor. I can feel some on my hands & in my hair - later I see traces on my sleeve. He cracks open the door to let in some light. I wipe my hands with some TP and then wipe off his still throbbing cock that faces me. "Yes..." he says approvingly. 
We dress, and he goes out first. I follow. Walking thru the lobby, the ticket agent is surprised by our exit. "Vous partez déjà ?" she asks. I reply " Nous avons pas accroché au film." as we gaily push open the glass doors towards the sunlight. 

Je vous embrasse mon Maître,
ta princesse cochonne

Queen of the Underworld

Die Hard IV - VO
13h35 Gaumont-Ambassade
Champs-Elysées (The Eleusian Mysteries) 

You wait for me outside, tickets in hand... an hungry man in a suit. A permanent state of hunger, a sort of visceral need to penetrate, so you said. Recognizing me, you come towards me, dark lust in your eyes.
"You don't look like Bruce Willis", I smile, and you slightly sneer, firmly taking my arm & walking me inside.
I trip slightly to catch up with your pace as we walk down the corridor, the thick doors parting before us into the dark like Persephone's descent into Hades. Her dark playground in the shadow by the fiery licks of the forge.
You lead me to an empty dark corner.
"Spread your legs" you tell me, & I open them. Your hands push my thighs open even wider & I slide down on the seat. Your fingers touch my wetness and I can hear approval in your breath. You caress my clit and your fingers start to probe. With your other hand, you lean over to slide it into my dress, squeezing my tits & pinching my nipples. I don't look at you, but I can feel your heavy breath on my neck.
Leaning back, you pull one of my legs over the accoudoir, onto your lap. I'm sitting at an angle, my legs widely open, exposed. In one version, you cover us with your trenchcoat; in another, I'm exhibited in the dark. Your fingers & thumb plunge & excite me. I bite my lips to remain silent. "Stop !", I whisper, but this only increases your excitement as you plunge deeper into me. I begin to tremble as I come.
In one version, some men smell the dank pleasure & move towards us, hovering in the rows above & below us, watching.
"Get down on your knees ", you order me thickly, & I squeeze down between the seats, crawling on bits of popcorn & sticky Coca-Cola stains.
I discover your thick cock, throbbing & engorged, as it points towards me & my lips open. You sink into me & I suck you as these men watch us until their sperm jets like rain all over me & you come in my mouth. Our groaning mingles with the voice of Bruce Willis & gunfire.
You pull me up to my feet, taking me roughly by the arm, walking me towards the exit.
In one version, no one has noticed what we'd been doing, but might have wondered about the hasty exit of this couple as they walk towards the screen.
You seem to have been here before, as you know where this door leads : it's not an exit at all, but rather leads to the toilets. In one version, it's a small tight cubicle with leakage - wet puddles & streams of TP on the floor - in another, it's well-lit with many stalls. You lock the door. You spin me around, lifting up my skirt, bending me over against the sink, or over the toilet. I hear the crisp elastic sound of the rubber as you roll it on before plunging deeply into me, fucking me hard & I cry out.In one version, you have fucked me already, the men watching as you bend me over the row in front of us.
And perhaps you lift me up to the mirror to expose me, so I can see what a slut I am, compelled to abandon myself to your desire.
In the taxi afterwards, you slide a crisp 500 euro note into my hand as a present.

hello from Paris

I found the photo of a guy I'd slept with on myspace.
I saw an ex-lover at the market, rue de Poteau,
but he didn't see me.
I thought of you.

I thought of Mike, but didn't call.
Of Habilis, of his palpable lust oozing from the screen, probing me.
Of fr_nck, of the Google keyword his curious women will find.
Of you, of the one intimate momentwhen you leaned down to me 
as I whispered in your ear.

*
pour Monsieur Os

playtime

*
22.06.07

remover of obstacles

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Ganesha
V° - VI° siècle, schiste
87 x 44 x 25 cm
Provenance :
Shâmalâjî, Gujarât
Museum and Picture Gallery, Vadodara
© Aditya Arya
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my perversity

The scenario :
The two perverse twins have been writing me à tour de rôle, à mon insu, until I finally agree to meet them.
We have a drink, and decide that I will date both of them. At this point, it doesn't really matter, since no real emotion is involved. I don't know which one will show up, if they've taken turns or not, and I try to decipher by little détails their differences. Are their cocks the same size ? How do they make love to me ? etc. And this goes on until the ultimate moment when I make love to both of them at once (very perverse twins indeed).
Or as a variation : I don't know that this man has a twin, and date both of them without knowing it. Then one day, they do a double whammy, in a hotel room... as I enter, I discover the twins standing together. And in my astonishment, they both fuck me.