||Paris, sunday morning
Tonight I met Michael for the first time and my pleasure was tremendously great.
As soon as he came into my flat, I ordered this charming thirty-two year
boy to kneel down in front of me and to undress, fully naked! Then my
nails caught firmly his nipples and pressured then intensively. Tied up
with a collar, I used the leash to make him toddle along like a sweet
obedient little dog.
Next I forced him to lie on his back and I lay upon him with all the
strength of my body magnified by a black Saint Laurent suit, skin-coloured
lingerie and polished pumps.
Michael was on the verge to explode, so I ordered him to calm down. I
wanted the pleasure to last long! I strived to enjoy, as long as possible,
this new brown-haired and green-eyed boy with his pleasant cock and his
wide catlike eyes.
During two consequent hours, my pleasure disposed of Michael. He was
completely at my disposal. I lashed him, spanked him, rolled him around,
punished him, toyed him, stroked him, penetrated him like a girl.
Here my lovers will write their feelings about our meeting. It is way to share their feeling
and to make the pleasure last. To be published, write me in English or
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If there's a game that I love, It's the face-sitting. It consists in keeping my
dancing shoes or my boots, my stockings and my leather or vinyl gloves, and to
crush with the whole weight of my sex, the face of my subject for as long as I
wish. In order to enjoy to repletion the willing mouth. To make good use of it.
According to my own rhythm, my own desires. To come or not according to my will.
To feel the boy under me, humiliated, possessed, at my mercy, avid to belong and
to give satisfaction! And then, what pleasure, in this dominant position, to be
able, with my free hands, to take the nipples of the man-object, to pinch them
strongly! And also, if I wish it, to dispose of the small anus or the bonded
sex, in order to play with it until satisfaction!
Today, I saw Philippe again, a big boy with an athlete's build, and I made him
my superb female. White stockings, midnight blue cincher and red ballet shoes,
such was his little slut outfit, which earned him the most extreme submission.
Enhanced by the cincher, Philippe's ass, completely offered to my view and to my
hands, tempted me for a long time. So, after playing with this beautiful body as
with a doll, I didn't resist the temptation, and I deeply sodomized it after
having punished it. For a long time, methodically, with emotion and severity. I
had the feeling that it was I, the boy; and him, besides, imagined to be my wife.
My raped wife, adorned and fragrant to please me. Decided to do everything
in her small female power to excite me. Finally he came, squealing like a girl.
And I adored that.
Sunday, 10:00 pm
For the first time, Xavier arrives at home. Magnificent man in his forties,
particularly elegant, comfortable with himself. His hair smells good. His skin
is soft, pleasant to the touch. His nipples are hypersensitive. As for his small
ass, a true treat! Slowly, after opening it, I force it completely with my pretty vibrating geisha balls.
And I look with emotion at this man obviously
dominant in his social life, completely at my mercy. Lost in a dream world far
from his reality.
tuesday , 10:00 AM
Now it is Jean-Jacques's turn. Charming, jovial and thoughtful, he loves my
vinyl black raincoat. It is true that myself, I adore this fabric. And when I
get out in the street, hair floating in the wind, clothed in a tight-fitting
vinyl trousers, with boots, a leather biker's jacket, leather gloves and a small
tight-fitting top, I noticed that the men stop dead, petrified like salt statues. Either alone or with their wife. Subsequently I avoid wearing this
outfit in everyday life as to not trigger some dramas. On the other hand, I
don't go without some with my men-object. To possess them and to feel the ascendancy that I exercise on them. To watch their dimmed eyes, their melting
will, their pretty sex and their small ass offering themselves. And there, what
Jean-Jacques liked, in addition to vinyl, was that I scold him.
Today, Friday evening, I reconsider to this past week with great pleasure. I had
decided to be more selective and subsequently the quality of my pleasures has
been enhanced. My men-object were chosen, varied, multiple, delicious. Not one
false note! Sophistication, pleasure of the extremes, sensation of being
transported beyond the vulgarity of the social realities, in a dream world woven
of the essential: the fusion with the Other. Strangely enough, and contrary to
what one could imagine, I perceived that these meetings, a priori libertine, led
to a great affection, a particular sort of love that I didn't know. Thus, to
actively possess a man, to make him give himself and research only one state:
belonging!, necessarily commits one in a form of self abandon.