The night was tormented. At the appointed time, I introduced myself, breathless, in front of Madame's door. My shortness of breath was more due to my emotion than to the floors swallowed on foot.
I was greeted with a smile, as welcoming as the gaze was frozen. The outfit was fancy, subtle makeup. No doubt, I was expected ! The first words placed me with kindness but tact in my position of submissive. Madam mastered the art of putting me in an uncomfortable situation, with a lot of humor, away from stereotypes and preconceived images. My questionnaire had been read. Questions and remarks stung like needles. At each remark, I lost an item of clothing. I had the feeling of being a child of Mary that we take the hand in the jam jar. I was naked in front of Madame, sex at half mast, shameful.
After the shower I presented myself at the door of the living room. The exchanges we had just had left me in no doubt about the professionalism of Madame. As I walked through the door, I confidently entered a world of which I know almost nothing.. Mary's child was going to be chewed.
The atmosphere was cozy. Electronic music filled the silence. I stood with my eyes closed, open hands, standing along the mat. Madame placed in my hands her Virgin of Guadalupe. A memory of a trip to Mexico ? Barely time to feel the contours of the statuette that Madame attaches a collar to me soon followed by a leash… here I am almost female dog.
With her soft voice she leads me behind a curtain. Quickly on your knees, I search in Madame's collection of dildos. Eyes still closed I have to choose among whom, in my view, can penetrate me. Here I am suddenly very modest… Too modest ! Madam encourages me to more ambition. For a submissive who fantasizes about a fist, it's disappointing… My questionnaire has definitely been well studied. Big Berta will stay on the right.
The situations follow one another in an atmosphere where the music punctuates the tortures, where the breathing synchronizes with the bass emitted by the speakers. Madame mistreats my left nipple, she sucks, she bites him… I grit my teeth. I turn my face to her red hair. I smell her perfume, his closeness moves me. A few millimeters separate our skins.
She recovers. His gaze crashes into mine. I thought we shouldn't look Madame in the eye, but she's the one asking.
A few moments later electrodes /from the electricity machine/ surround my sex. I was unaware of these practices. Is it painful ? Luckily, the electrodes are placed on the glans and not on the testicles. I become disillusioned quickly. The manipulation of these moves the discharges in the entirety of my sex. With experience, Madame intensifies the signal, changes the rhythm and the wavelength of the current which crosses my intimacy.
At every opportunity I rub up against her like a dog against its master's leg. I become a female dog.
The insertion of the collection of dildos in my ass leaves Madame on her hunger. Obviously I was pretentious. To spare my delicate anus I will be entitled to a small vibrator which will resonate with electricity. The slaps and spankings will probably make up for Madame's disappointment..
Armed with a riding crop Madame corrects my testicles which she previously attached. My spasms, my cries make her laugh out loud. I struggle to swallow mouthfuls of air loaded with his juice. Several times Madame moves away my hands which tried to intervene and protect my two ridiculous balls. I am shared by the immense pleasure of being the seat of Madame and the pain of the blows.
Madam laughs. She seems happy so it's a pleasure for me.
/…/
With infinite precaution Madam helps me to get up. The formality has returned. We come out of our bubble under the gaze of Marie who has not missed anything.
I liked these words whispered in the hollow of the ear. I liked to tell her that I was hers. I liked discovering its perfumes.
I liked the sensuality of our touches. I liked the energy she put into both the preparation and the execution.. There was spontaneity but no amateurism.
I liked this pain that she gave me with great restraint while respecting my abilities.
I liked his toys. I liked his imagination which seems limitless. I liked his language adapted to each situation. I liked his culture and his passion for this world of SM.
I liked his freedom and his openness.
Ginger's Testimonial.
