Mary's child come back…
Barely after my first visit to Madame I wanted to go back. Early August was a perfect time, being geographically single, I imagined Madame leaving marks on me. But Madam, for his greater good, had left to recharge her batteries to better enjoy us when she returned. So I waited wisely until the end of August to climb its four floors.
It was with undisguised pleasure that I found Madame who was waiting for me behind the door with her smile as devastating as it was destabilizing.. A few exchanges to break the ice, and here I am at attention, naked in front of Madame. Probably feeling too comfortable, she asked me to keep my arms raised above my head to continue our discussion. To make this pleasure last, Madam tells me about the machine waiting for me, of his desire to see me return with a full bladder on the next visit, of my underpants that I will find soaked in his urine…
Madame knows how to make the conversation last and my position becomes untenable. Out of pity, Madam sends me to take a shower, and it is at attention that I present myself in the living room.
The necklace is placed. Even if I forget it quickly after its installation, it's always a special moment, the recognition of my submission but also the pleasure of knowing that Madame agrees to make me her toy.
On all fours in the living room I don't know anything about Madame's games and the program today. I saw the "machine" in a corner of the carpet. You would have to be “limited” not to understand how it works. I've seen videos but I've never tried. My anus is already feverish just seeing this dildo.
It is on all fours with a taut ass that Madame will make me discover the wax. Although in his infinite goodness, Madame keep the candle at a safe distance, the pain in the kidneys is sharp. My little cries make her laugh. The drops fall one after the other. After the back it is my torso that I present. I'm getting used to it and Madam spares my sensitive parts : she knows very well the places where the pain would be unbearable.
The candle finds its candle holder, I breathe. Madame must have noticed it because she comes to me with a roll of cling film. I first thought I was going to be shackled and mummified. Delicately she lifts my head as one lifts that of a sick person to make him drink. She passes the film behind my head and wraps it.
The movie is coming soon to get plastered on my face. Without a word Madame controls my breathing. So as not to frighten me She took care to leave me free of my movements, but even when the air failed me I would not have dared to go against his will. To let me catch my breath Madame tears up the film. The air then rushes massively into my lungs.
Sometimes Madame blocks it with her hand or sits on me. delicious moments. To complete this picture She takes her candle and according to my disturbed breathing, the wax burns me.
There is a tranquility, silence in the room. Breathing has become our only concern. Unable to speak. My vision is blurred by layers of film and I can't hear the music anymore.
The picture would not be complete if I did not have my favorite toy between my buttocks which vibrates throughout the session. On several occasions Madame will kick between my spread legs. With each blow I fear that it will hit my testicles but it is as precise as the PSG attack (as long as the latter is precise !).
Locked in my cellophane I reflect on my condition. Between two breaths of air I become aware of the chance to know Madame and that she makes me discover her universe.
Slowly Madame frees my face. My breathing becomes normal. While She removes the wax with a kitchen knife we exchange. It's a very intimate moment.
In the evening I will find some pieces of wax on my clothes. They bear witness to this sweet moment.
Ultimately the machine will not have been used and my underwear will have remained dry ! Over a drink, Madame tells me about this vacuum-bed that she would like me to discover…
We will see according to his desires !
Ginger's Testimonial.
