belong to you

You tell me you want to take me again. In front of my hesitation you give up, I am indeed flushed. A few minutes earlier, you made me experience an orgasm of incredible intensity, closely followed by a totally unexpected anal orgasm. A first for me and the colorful discovery of new sensations : a sensory firework that suddenly ignited and electrified my whole body.

These two orgasms, I lived them lying on their backs, hands tied to feet, feet hung on chains, chains attached to the ceiling.

You are in front of me, between my legs and sodomize me, alternating powerful thrusts without concession and soft and voluptuous embraces. You try several sizes of dildos. The bigger one is too big, the smallest, too small, an intermediate size seems to do the trick. At last, I believe, because, in my position, I don't see much, i can only feel. Feel the pleasure of being fucked, to be your submissive, to be used as a sex object. belong to you. no longer have decision-making power, don't even want to : be what you want me to be.

Each of your thrusts is punctuated by the rattling of the chains that extend my body in tune with the tempo of the music that comes from the next room : a sensual orchestra of sounds, image and feelings. Sometimes you suddenly pick up the pace, I moan, screams in pain or pleasure, I don't know. At other times, you slow down, whisper a few words in my ear and accelerate again. Las, you remove my chastity cage.

This cage, you put it on my penis a few minutes before, taking care not to pinch my skin.

My sex doesn't seem to agree. He struggles, see rebeef, set tend, seek erection by all means. You help him, encourage her with your vibrator but nothing helps : the metal of the cage is too strong. I'm frustrated but that was your goal. You confirm it to me with a gently sadistic smile.

Sitting on my face, these are indeed clamps that you now attach to the skin of my testicles. I can't see but I feel. And above all I remember. I remember that what hurts is not the pose but the removal, that the pain is coming and I'm on borrowed time. Short-term reprieve since a clamp comes off during a false movement : the pain is sharp and precise, almost surgical, but disappears as quickly as it appeared : I feel like a needle has just pierced the skin of my testicle.

Before undergoing these torments, I was in front of you, kneeling, hands clasped behind back. You, sitting comfortably in a chair, very straight, you pinch my nipples and pull my hair ; shove your hand down my throat or bury my head in your breasts. I'm tossed around, shaken but the simple fact of having the hands hooked behind the back excites me terribly. Images spin in my head, I plan, imagine everything that will happen to me but you bring me back to reality with a slap, almost a caress.
Caught off guard, I let out a cry of surprise, which seems to surprise you too. You are watered sprinkler!

There is this question that you ask me and to which I do not have the answer. A rule of the game that you explained to me last year, I don't remember. And it doesn't suit you at all, you demand that I answer it correctly. It's the beginning of the session but my mind is already foggy, I can't think : I rack my brains, empty-handed, try to remember but it doesn't come. Damn for damn, I try a bluff by reformulating differently an answer that I had already made. Obviously, we don't do it to you, you spot the scam right away. I'm afraid to suffer your wrath but you don't take that much umbrage in the end. I am almost disappointed.

I see myself on the subway platform half an hour earlier. I look at the time feverishly, I'm afraid of being late. To pass time, I try to browse a few pages of my book without success. I haven't seen you for a year, I am anxious and impatient, nervous and excited. Will I hold the session ? Will I live up to what you expect ? Will I have fun?

I tell myself that there is an element of risk in realizing fantasies, to go from the ideal to the real : risk being disappointed, to note that the physical feeling is too far from the imagined feeling. But I know now, thanks to the two sessions I have already done with you, that the key to a session is trust : confidence in myself, of course, but above all trust in you who guide me in this exploration with so much finesse, of intelligence and elegance.

Cheered up by these reflections, I get on the metro, can't wait to see what you have in store for me, happy to spend time with you again.