L'entendeur des Oubliettes

You're alone in the Cruel Boudoir,
in the Oubliettes,
in the dark.

Locked behind the curtain that hides your view and protects you, you hear the wooden floor creak. Then comes the click of my heels, followed by other indefinable noises: an object falling? A snap hook attached to a necklace? A drawer opening? Fabrics rustling?

Unless our game involves watching me take care of one of my accomplices, whom I subject to the ultimate humiliations. Disturbed, frightened, perhaps envious, you listen to him or her scream. He or she knows you’re there, of course. It’s impossible to ignore them if I lift the bottom of the curtain so that your glorious penis is framed in the glory hole.

The situation preserves your mutual modesty: you will know nothing about each other, except that, for the duration of a single session, you shared a blind intimacy.

VARIOUS

She or he, my accomplice, so discreet a witness and sometimes gifted with speech, waits in the Cruel Boudoir,
in the Oubliettes,
in the dark.
My submissive is you.

Key words : restraints, mindfuck, sensory deprivation, voyeurism, tease and denial.