Facing you. In your lair.
I expect a kind and well-mannered exchange, taking our time before gradually moving towards a BDSM exchange. But no, you surprise me at the outset with a brutal “show me your ass, and manage to show me everything !” while I'm still standing, fully dressed, and mentally still in life “before”… I'm surprised at how fast.
Seated, calm and relaxed, you confirm your order without leaving a micron of doubt settling on your will. I run, seized by a troubled emotion. Like an automaton, I drop my pants, then my underpants at my ankles, kneel at your feet, ass towards you, lay my head on the ground in an uncertainly balanced position and open my buttocks wide with both hands.
The obscenity of my exhibition plunges me instantly into my role as submissive, like a dizzying descent to my lowest instincts. I feel the afternoon is just beginning, and that I will be only a toy delivered to your desires.
Satisfied, you allow me to get up, to put my pants back on, but now I have to stand shirtless in front of you.
– Shine !
I'm not sure I understand your order whispered in a small mocking laugh. It's about stroking my chest hair. I run. I find it a bit ridiculous but you seem to like it a lot, you see a return to the primitive animality of man.
We enter your boudoir. You make me observe a new element of scenery, two chains attached to the ceiling, before blindfolding myself. I'm shirtless under the chains, in pants. I know I won't see any of the next long minutes of play you lead.
– Take out your gender !
Once again, the blunt brutality of your order takes me by surprise. My dick comes out of my jeans, i know you see her, I don't see you anymore. You tie my wrists to chains, arms spread high.
Everything is ready for the scenario of the day. Action. You are a director, i am your comedian, and I have to rehearse under your supervision a scene in which I scream with sexual pleasure. It was to work the character well that you had this idea of chaining me, blindfolded and cock in the air. It's amazing how creative theater people can be to work on their art…
You encourage me, I force myself to moan once, five times, ten times, twenty times… louder and louder because it is never believable enough to your ears. It was then that an unforeseen event interrupted the start of our rehearsal.. It rings the doorbell !
You leave me to open to one of your friends who wanted to pay you an impromptu visit. On the other side of the closed curtain of your boudoir, I hear your conversation:
- I'm not bothering you ?
- No not at all .. or rather if, a little, I'm rehearsing with an actor.
- Ah good, I leave you then …
– Non, non, stay, it should be fun if you want to attend our work !
Listening to you converse in the most banal way in the world, I know that in a few minutes you will invite your friend Lorelei to do whatever she wants with me.. This idea provokes in anticipation a thrill of pleasure in all my body.
You invite Lorelei to follow you into the boudoir..
- Ah Ah… But what are you doing, flower ? This is how you work ?
I feel Lorelei's gaze on me, on the chains, on my cock out of my jeans. My breathing is more jerky. She laughs in amazement, then little by little, interested in our games.
- Ah good, everything is allowed to make him moan ? It's funny… i can pinch it ?
His voice, naive and curious at the same time, disturbs me deeply, while she talks about me like an object, without even speaking to me directly, naturally accepting the idea that I belong to you and that you alone decide my fate.
Lorelei stands before me, I guess it. She grabs my breast and pinches it, at first shyly, then noticing my lack of reaction, more strongly. Pain, I moan.
- Oh it works well, look at !
Lorelei is conquered by this providential opportunity to have fun, and does not intend to stop there. I feel her more and more motivated to try everything to make me moan in real life. She listens to your ideas, curious to try everything on her new human toy. While discussing with you the best ways to achieve your goal, she regularly pinches my breasts one after the other, more or less strong. The pain intensifies, I moan more and more, but she doesn't seem to hear me, as if it was far below his expectations.
This idea makes me shudder a little, I understand my pain to come.
An accessory catches his eye, a sort of electric garter that is wrapped around the thigh, and which makes it possible to trigger electric shocks remotely with a small remote-controlled box. This toy seems to amuse him to the highest degree.
We lower my pants and my underpants to the ankles. While you outfit one of my bare thighs, Lorelei keeps pinching my nipples laughing. The accumulated pain is really getting more intense, and I moan without any restraint.
– We don’t believe it too frankly, go now, go all out !
A pressure on the box and Lorelei sends me a shock in the thigh. I emit a short little cry.
- That's all ? Really… ?
You show him how to increase the electrical intensity.
New pressure, stronger and longer.
Pain.
Cri.
- Ah well here it is, this is starting to look like something ! she says.
The rest is just a random succession of electric shocks in my bare thigh and pinching of my breasts. The chain of pain gradually installs me in a state of subspace.
My brain no longer thinks. The pain reduces me to the state of aching body mass. I hear you talking to each other, commenter, appreciate my reactions, and I no longer try to appease you with a smile or a light word, as I tried to do at the beginning, because neither of you ever paid attention, giving me pain after pain without hesitation.
I'm just a moaning machine on command. Without any filter, without any restraint, without any shame.
Lorelei, ever more curious, want to try other accessories.
You hand him your flogger. She tests her power on my ass, ask to whip my back, plays with the redness that appears here and there.
– You can whip it anywhere, as much as you want. I'm happy, we really hear him making noises of enjoyment now, it sounds super real, don't you think ?
– And what is this thing? ? asks Lorelei, pointing to a small toothed wheel.
You show him. She will immediately test her new toy on my buttocks, then walks past me and continues his exploration of my sex, mon gland, my testicles.
She is having a lot of fun. I moan again, seized by a burst of powerful tingling.
/…/
Step by step, I feel the orgasm rising, you finally allow me to enjoy by holding a glass under my cock.
I explode. A wave of heat washes over me, my body is going through spasms.
You collect my cum in your wine glass with a big smile, proudly show it to Lorelei before putting it under my nose.
You pour a little orange liqueur, stir with a small spoon, and hand me the glass.
– Bois, car.
I run, in three sips. Under your two amused looks.
