Thank you very much for the afternoon you allowed me to spend with you at the Goûter du Divin Marquis.. I felt good by your side, privileged, protected by your collar.
It was my first experience in public. Arrived at Snack, with you, my apprehension is quickly dissipating under a long-observed law : the freedom of some facilitates and encourages that of others. A gallery of bodies, speaking, going, dressed fetish or not. Partially naked or not.
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Yesterday afternoon, you made me discover a new pleasure : “coat hanger”, “piano head”, “Oak”… it is by these words that you made fun of me with certain guests. /…/. I took malicious pleasure in watching you effortlessly destroy any possibility of vain impulse.. Vulnerable to so many strangers and nurtured by your benevolence that you cannot betray. My only regret : your corset that I failed to lace properly. I'm sorry for spoiling the care you bring to your art of living in a detail., knowing that the detail is everything in your home, and that is where’il hides, dit-on.
You finally invited me up to play… I ride alone. /…/
Then we played. With you, difficult to dominate from below. I wanted to rush on my chains, indulge me but you rock the metronome to the rhythm that suits you. Delicious frustration. You ended up treating me like a dog : Pavlovian education. Associate the bandage of a penis with the rattling of carabiners, I hold this idea as more profoundly perverse than the 120 days of sodom. There is something violently dehumanizing, almost criminal, to approach a person from a strictly mechanical point of view, so, naturally, i laughed with you…
What followed was a maelstrom of laughter and blows, around which your lightning spirit revolved. I happened to turn around to observe your bearing, your legs, your posture, your knowledge. I also made mine… When you sank your teeth into my arm, i felt your jaw, I was trying to feel and visualize your whole skull according to the angle and the force you applied…
On the end, the pain was exquisite, my body was burning. Your blows of the cane were severe to me. This was not the place for, but deep down I wanted the absolute. Sitting in a cathedral, the day is ending. The night comes to remove the stained glass windows one by one. Likewise, I wanted each blow of the cane to become more severe and to suppress my laughter, my pride, my pride, my vanity, that there is only one last plea to recognize your sovereignty. Please don't see any deadly desire there., only the dangerous wish to contemplate two solitudes facing each other. This shared loneliness, hard to see from the front, you simply and perfectly phrased it when you told me you didn't feel my pain. sweet truth. The more I hurt, the more I wanted to melt into this truth. Measure the infinite distance that brings us together and separates us.
I keep several marks on my buttocks and upper back. To my left arm – that you have bitten hard – a large red hematoma covers a large area, edges are blue, it is crossed by a purple and dark blue nebula. Before sleeping it was a small stain of red ink in the center of the trace of your teeth. Then the night. Then hatching. Just above the hematoma a slight curved cut reminds me of a tooth.
Testimony of D.
