Friday 4 mars, surrounded by friends and followers, I celebrated my birthday at Snacks from the Divine Marquis. It was funny, piquant, epic, rustling with love and pleasure(s).
Here is Ginger's story, one of my favorite submissives, and the delicious tortures he endured.
A huge thank you to Ness Harper for organizing this event.

Madame Lule's messages always cause me real excitement. At the beginning of February, I'm invited to his birthday. It will take place at the Divin Marquis at the beginning of March. How lucky and what a pleasure to be invited to share this moment with Mrs. ! I measure the honor I have to discover this mythical place by his side.
I have never been to such a place, I don't know anything about the codes to respect and it is with apprehension that I show up at this tea party all dressed in black.

I can't wait to meet Mrs.. The main room is a bar run by a slender woman. She wears a leather harness and chains revealing many tattoos. A few people are at the bar and in the back of the room, sitting around low tables, a group discusses.
Without this man hindered naked on the cross and flogged by a Domina, the place would look like a simple nightclub on a tea dance day.

No matter how much I looked, I couldn't find Madame Lule. Lost without her, I go looking for him in a meander of stairs, the rooms, corners with dim lighting. It is still early, places are empty. Back at the bar I am kindly guided by the Mistress of the place : I had not seen the hidden staircase that descends into this vaulted cellar fully equipped for the SM.

I'm no longer lost ! Madame Lule welcomes me with her enchanting and warm smile. I recognize Mistress Inanna and her submissive F whom I had the chance to meet during the Boudoir Infernal last November. The latter has just received a correction and Madame Lule encourages me to caress his buttocks to see the heat that emanates from it..

After a quick stint at the bar, our small group completed by Maitresse Blanche settles in the largest of the rooms. In the center, there is an arcuate bed covered with red leatherette. Along one wall stands a large bench. In the absence of sound our Mistresses are wondering how to accompany the arrival of the cake.
F proposes to form a choir. At Inanna's request, he finds himself in the middle of this agora having to improvise a singing tour.
I must say that I remain very discreet, not at all keen to show off my poor singing skills. As he completes a beautiful cover of WE WILL ROCK YOU, Madame Lule, with his great imagination, offers to use the buttocks of the guests to do the percussion.
I find myself naked ass, on all fours, next to F. The faint sound of a telephone sets the rhythm and our buttocks resound. The blows are strong, I have trouble staying still. I feel a sharp pain with each click.
Unimaginable for me to escape this treatment ! I grit my teeth.
I welcome the end of the song with a certain satisfaction. Madame then has a new idea ! After the karaoke and the percussion workshop, place at blind test musical ! We are now three or four to present our buttocks and each of us resonates differently. Madame Lule is a music lover !
The audience is invited to close their eyes and try to recognize the buttocks that are being spanked. Although the blows are frank, they are less frequent and I try to focus on the environment. I hear the comments and especially the laughter. How many are there looking at us thus exposed ? The flashes remind me that one of the guests, photographer, immortalize this moment.

The end of this blind test is not synonymous with release. Inanna Justice digs her fingers into my sides and starts tickling me. Me in general so unreceptive, I can't resist his experience. Immediately Madame Lule also concentrates on me. I was then crossed by an immense giggle. I scream without being able to stop.
To prevent me from opposing their torment, F hold my hands, then they put collars on my wrists. These ladies' fingers are even more effective. On several occasions they vigorously search my armpits and the inside of my thighs.
I don't know how to transcribe what this caused to me : feeling these fingers sometimes sink very hard into my armpits causes some pain and discomfort. To shut me up, Madame Lule comes to squat on me.
To be smothered in this way is for me the absolute delight. Its warmth soothes me. My thoughts are completely on her. Impact noises, the laughter and comments of the spectators come to me muffled.
My torture then takes another turn. Madame Lule grabbed my nipples. Her nimble fingers pinch and pull 'em. My legs are up so my soles are accessible. Using a stick, Inanna Justice is banging them hard. The first blow literally electrifies me, the pain is sharp. I'm twisting but I don't want it to end. I want to stay under Madame Lule !
In front of my reaction the blows are faster, stronger. I'm struggling to find my breath.
Suddenly a blow falls on my testicles.
– We can hit them ? do you ask me.
I'm afraid to disappoint. I answer in the affirmative, confirming my place for a few more minutes. Madame Lule reminds me of the safe word with which everything can end. Several low intensity shocks alternate with the blows of the sticks. When the pain is too sharp, I focus on her smell.
Me who came to eat cake and drink oasis !

It's the first time I let myself go like this. I lost control ! Madame Lully releases her embrace and frees me from my shackles. She takes my head in her hands and asks me in a soft voice if everything is fine.
yes I'm dong well, I am well in his hands. She is tender. I am very well…

The room empties. How many were looking at me ? I get dressed and find all these little people at the bar. I'm looking for F, my tom-tom sidekick. I do not see it. He is locked up with the submissive of Mistress Blanche in a steel cage. The cake is coming, Madame Lule blows out her candles.

It's time for me to leave. I only have one regret, not having been able to spend the evening by her side…

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