A male error

Paul likes to write screenplays, which we perform during a session. This summer's theme was "Immeuble gynarchique", in which Paul plays a new tenant unfamiliar with the rules of a condominium run by women, who end up forcing him to obey their four, six, twelve wishes.
For the occasion, an accomplice, the beautiful Lorelei, slipped into the role of a neighbor in this very special building. 

"Madam,
In the two days leading up to our appointment, a delicious feverishness gradually takes hold of my mind. I'm both intimidated and impatient to see you again after so long. I know that another person I don't know will be there. I know I'll have to get naked in front of her and you, to obey you, to accept humiliating positions, and then to come before your eyes without modesty.
The first thought is rejection. Why put myself through such an "ordeal", yet again? But very quickly the fantasy wins out and the idea of feeling obliged to come to this rendezvous, of not being able to back out, multiplies the excitement.

I love hearing your voice again on the phone downstairs. Immediately, fond memories of our past encounters calm my apprehension, and I climb the stairs with a smile on my face.

Your little note "Come in ten minutes /in the boudoir/" is a real surprise. I smile, because I'm delighted to see you so playful again. I realize that at this very moment, I'm not quite myself: my brain is disrupted by emotion, by anticipation of the near future. You've already taken possession of me, I can't think straight, I'm just passively absorbing the moment.
I stand silently. I can hear you. You seem to be talking to someone. The feverishness returns, as delicious as ever, accentuated by the intimidation of this unknown presence. I check the time on my phone every two minutes. I don't even have the presence of mind to wash my hands, as you will reproach me with authoritarian good sense a few moments later.

You're standing in front of me. At last. We're talking "normally". It's pleasant, neighborly relations between well-bred people. I know we're running out of minutes before we move on.
I admire how naturally you fall into the role of the script.
We cross to the other side of the curtain, and another "co-owner" is there, Madame Lorelei. There's nothing in her demeanor or dress to suggest that this is anything more than a meeting between neighbors. You make the introductions, our eyes meet. We greet each other as normally as possible.
Those few minutes of suspense before the tipping point are incredibly unsettling.

Your interpretation of the scenario, "You're a male mistake in a condominium of women who impose their law on men", is just brilliant. Bravo aha! What a pleasure to play with such creative complicity!
You gradually take the initiative. The words are clear, implacable, calm. Impossible to resist. You keep me, your subject, under firm yet gentle pressure. You gradually undress me, word by word.
Madame Lorelei joins you on the bed to get a better view. It's clear to me now that she won't just be an extra, but will take the initiative in word and deed. The thought excites me.
I'm naked, standing in front of you both. Madame Lorelei mocks my sex. You order me to make it hard. I masturbate before your very eyes. It's so immodest to do these things in public when you're alone. I feel Madame Lorelei's curious gaze. I finally display a (decent) erection.
Ms Lorelei comments:
- Not bad, a little curved.
Under your double authority, I end up abandoning any idea of decency, letting myself be carried along by your instructions, without thinking. After that, things move a little faster.
I have a plug in my mouth.
You penetrate my anus with several fingers.
I'm on my knees at Madame Lorelei's feet as she diligently folds my clothes.
I obey like a puppet being operated from my ass. I have to put the plug-hook (I don't know what it's called) in my ass and Madame Lorelei attaches it to my collar with a tie. She tests the tension and doesn't hesitate to tighten to the maximum. I can feel her at ease, not hesitating for a second, as if she'd been doing this all her life!
/.../
I hear you, between dream and reality. What a wonderful condominium concept, I'll move in whenever you want!