For you I can do anything

I wanted to thank you for your gentleness and savagery, which brought hot and cold to me - waves of sensations on which you expertly carried me. The cold when you let me tremble on that cross I had admired and dreaded, the subtle expectations, the anticipation. The warmth you graced me with when you later warmed me up in such a personal way before taking me away to the rhythm of your bewitching music.

5 days? That's how long it took for your teeth marks to disappear from my shoulders. I remember them well, admiring them every morning and evening in the mirror, until they disappeared. Except for that last one that resisted, a few teeth imprinted in my flesh that made me scream, I don't know whether in pain or pleasure.

The rest is a blur, snippets, memories of sensations, a cloud, explosions of happiness.
I remember the martinet, the straps, my powerlessness on the cross to avoid your blows, your nails, your teeth.
I remember waiting for each shot, in rhythm with the heady music.
I remember a little pen, a whim.
I remember a bit in my mouth, my drool dripping and I couldn't hold it back.
I remember your voice in my ear slipping me that word - the cane - that I'd mentioned, telling me that it's much more painful than the martinet, that I'm not ready yet. I'm dreaming about it now.
I remember one finger, then several, a dildo.
I remember that warm feeling on my belly, that intoxicating liquid, that never-ending desire to dive in.

I especially remember that swing, floating in the middle of your living room as if lost in the ocean. And the storm that followed. Of you, Madame, buried deep inside me again and again. The screams you tore from me. I can see your mischievous smile when you told me we could try something bigger. Oh yes, Madame, we can try. And we did. I remember that feeling, hanging from your ceiling, the penetration, the filling. And above all that pain deep inside me, when you reached the end of the stroke and met my bottom. With all your gentleness and cruelty you started again, gently at first, then harder and harder. Then I understood the joy and torment of the swing. Again and again I felt you so far away, so deep.
I screamed, I didn't know if it was pleasure or pain, but in the end it didn't matter, the two were mixed together endlessly. When I couldn't take it anymore, you'd stop, just for a moment.
I stammered, yes again, I don't know, I can't take it anymore, more please. Once, twice, five times, you took me to the end of my orgasm, my whole body trembling, carried away from the inside.
Five times? I can't remember. I trembled, you took me, I screamed, you took me, I looked at you, you took me. And always this extraordinarily intimate pleasure, the loss of all control, the total submission to your every move.
And I finally remember your question, not worried, rather curious: «Do you think you can ejaculate now?» Oh yes I can Madame, for you I can do anything. My body exhausted and trembling, your gentle hand to help me, and still your huge cock inside me, beating the bottom of my belly. A double pleasure, intense, total, screams again, hoarser, tired, and your voice accompanying me back down.
I float a few more minutes, attached to your swing, digesting, enjoying.

As I write this, reliving those moments, I can't help but imagine what comes next. Like a drug you always want more of, my thoughts drift. That cane I hope to meet one day. A zebra back, reddened buttocks. The impressive dildo collection. Your mysterious instruments, your games, your sadistic scenarios. The electricity fairy, perhaps? And you, Madame, if you agree to see me again one of these days. Whispering in my ear, torturing my nipples, tormenting my bursa, searching and exploring me, exposing and possessing me like I've never been.

Thank you, Madame, for your gentleness and your violence. Thank you for accompanying me on this journey, for helping me to push back my limits, for these discoveries that are the spice of life.

Testimonial from Papillon.