Yes hello, hello…
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– Yes with pleasure
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– When?
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- Next Friday ?
6 is that? -…
– Ha no I'm really sorry I really can't
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– No I'm on vacation really sorry, if there is another date I can make arrangements
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– No? Sorry, if another date becomes available, don't hesitate to call me back, goodbye Madam.
… crazy I just refused an invitation from a big CEO all because in a week at the same time I plan to get whipped in a cellar disguised as a woman in front of people I don't know….
…10 minutes later I was offered a new appointment for Wednesday the 11th 😉
D-7: I admit that I am not yet 100% sure that I have the courage to present myself at the door, but the experience is so tempting... and I don't dare turn back, Madam kindly followed up by email. It’s decided, I can’t go back, alea jacta is…
H-6: I have taken my afternoon, my bag with my things is ready, I have difficulty concentrating on my work, mixture of fears, anxiety, curiosity, and also contradictory desire to overcome all that
H-1: I drove by to locate the entrance previously visualized on Google street view, a small recessed door with no distinctive sign, is that there?
I feel my heart speeding up... really hard. In my head two little voices are calling out to each other – “you’ll see, it’s going to be an incredible feeling!” You're lucky, you won't find anything better for a first time, she's really nice, gentle and really very beautiful! I assure you I'm sure you can trust her it will go well, plus she said there was no one there in the afternoon, you're worrying for nothing, plus she already has everything prepared, the hostess who is to welcome me is very friendly it seems”
and the other little voice:
“No, don’t go, there’s still time to turn around, go for a walk, the weather is nice, you don’t realize, you’ve always set yourself a rule, never in a club, never in public, there you combine everything, submission, the public, etc. "
I park my car under the nearby town hall, I have an hour to wait, too much stress, I take my PC and go to work in the bar opposite the town hall, I don't think I've ever dealt with so many emails within one hour !!
It's time, my heart is racing again, I go back to my car to exchange my bags. I walk slowly towards the address, normally a charming hostess is waiting for me, I have to introduce myself as Camille, she has instructions... what instructions???
“Hello Stéphanie, I’m Camille, I think you have instructions for me. » “Hello Camille, I'm Stéphanie, I think you have instructions concerning me”, no that's not it, the words are rushing through my head, a little too irrigated with adrenaline. I don't know if it's me who's walking too fast or if the door is approaching me on its own, but I suddenly find myself in front of the long-awaited and feared door, I don't even remember if I was rung or knocked. Remember, “Hello Stéphanie, I’m Camille, you must have instructions regarding me”…
The door opens, I am about to recite the few words as if mechanically when a giant with Merlin's beard opens, suddenly Stéphanie is closer to the Canadian lumberjack than to the imagined Barbie doll.
A small brain short circuit stops me for 2 seconds…
– “Uh….
hello,….. I am Camille and…. – “Yes, hello, we know, Stéphanie will come and take care of you, come in…”
Ultimately the big bearded guy is closer to the kind Santa Claus than to the gruff lumberjack.
I see Stéphanie checking in on a visitor, hell I thought there was no one there...have they lied to me?
Would Madam have wanted to reassure me by minimizing the crowds? – “Hello Camille, I know I have some instructions, where do you prefer to change?”
here in the entrance? Otherwise there are the toilets” I really don’t see myself changing in this entrance where some comings and goings begin which are much too dense for my taste
- “I prefer the toilets”
– “Perfect, go ahead then I will give you your instructions »
I enter the toilet and close the latch, a fragile protection against what will happen next, as a last suspended moment.
I change, difficult in this darkness, the pale red that the lamp asthmatically diffuses does not make my task easier.
The latch is lowered several times as if to better hurry me, I hear new visitors, there is talk and laughter in the vestibule, I have the impression that all of Paris is rushing into this little entrance, each accessory put on corresponds to the arrival of a new group of people and to say that Madame had assured me that there was no one there on Friday afternoon, did I finally listen to the advice of the bad little voice that guided me here ?
That's it, I adjust my wig, my "civilian" belongings are at the bottom of the bag, I look at the latch, the last protective barrier against my near future, the sharp noise frees the opening of the door, Camille faces the public who is gathered in the entrance, I feel a few glances from the men and women who are waiting, coat in hand, the discussions continue. I look down, I don't see anyone, convince myself that there is no one around me, no, no there is no one.
Stéphanie compliments me on my outfit and asks me to follow her, she is charming, long slender legs highlighted by stiletto heels. She asks me to go down the stairs, I go down slowly, too slowly, quickly, quickly let's go downstairs there must be fewer people, with each step down the vision of the basement slowly reveals itself to my gaze.
My God, there are people at the bar, and sitting at all the tables, my heart is racing again. I barely have time to take stock of the trap I have fallen into when Stéphanie asks me to kneeling on the ground at the foot of the stairs right next to a group of three people, a man and two women. I do so, I am on my knees, sitting on my stiletto heels, I lower my head so as not to see the guests and hide myself at the same time.
I see Stéphanie's legs going up the stairs, I feel like I'm abandoned, how long do I have to wait, is this already a punishment? Madam asked me to be on time, I hope she won't be late. From the fear of meeting Madame, I now can't wait for her to come and save me, to do anything to me as long as she takes me out of the eyes of others. The worst is the snippets of conversation from the group behind me. I hear a word from time to time, the women ask a lot of questions, the man seems used to the universe.
blabla…beautiful legs for a transvestite…blabla…why on your knees…blabla…it's like a rite…blabla…showing submission…blabla…waiting position…blabla…respect…blabla…
the words are jostling I know that they are talking about me, my eyes are downcast, I only see my thighs. I notice that the garters on my stockings are not quite aligned, I hope that Madame will not see it... I don't know how long I've been waiting, it feels like an eternity... When will she come and save me??? I suddenly miss a face, a voice I've already heard.
My knees are starting to hurt and kneeling on my stiletto heels isn't helping.
behind the continued conversation…blah blah…chastity cage…blah blah…
More people continue to come down these stairs, more and more people, will it stop? I hear still others, I only see the shoes, which pass before my gaze, men's shoes, pumps,...
All of a sudden I feel two hands take my face as one affectionately takes the face of a child, a soft voice asks me to get up, I don't even remember the words anymore but they are like a release for me , happy, finally saved even though it hasn't even started yet. Madame is still as beautiful, she introduces me to her two friends who seem charming to me, I must now help her transform, I become the actress of my own submission.
Here I am now in a very welcoming and less populated alcove despite a few curious glances, Madame begins to undress and I participate in this stripping, she takes out her stockings, suspender belt, shoes, it is dark, I love this subdued atmosphere which lets us guess the shapes without revealing them completely.
I squat down to better free Madame from her clothes, her legs are revealed, they are fine, magnificent, the last rampart of modesty falls to the ground.
She sits down and stretches her legs towards me so that I put on her stockings, I feel a swelling between my legs, while I am in my favorite erotic universe, surprisingly the awakening of my masculine part is only brief, my concentration to put on the tights correctly is such that my male mind is not capable of handling both.
I had to take off my gloves in order to be more precise in my movements, I gently pull the stockings up along Madame's long legs, I feel both the nylon that I love and Madame's soft skin. Both stockings are put on, she stands up, my face is now at the level of her crotch, I have an irresistible desire to place a kiss on this triangle within reach of my lips. but that doesn't happen, I don't want to shame Madame, I pull her stockings up very high and my knuckles gently touch her crotch, she says nothing and is attentive to my movements.
I now have to attach her suspender belt, it's dark I can't see anything, my fingers are trying to find the tiny hooks, Madame's plump buttocks are magnificent, I would like to kiss them, but that's not happening. not. I'm so focused that I'm not even hard anymore, I don't even have time to think about it, I just want Madame to be proud of my work.
Ouuuppss, a small mistake, we have to start again, I am both sorry for this error and delighted to have to start again and thus prolong the pleasure. I put her heels on, I feel like I'm in a dream, I help her put on her dress which highlights her firm chest and which she wears proudly. I want to kiss her nipples and play with them with the tip of my tongue, but that doesn't happen...
It's time to get down to business, what will happen now? I am Madame in her long dress, she is as beautiful and desirable as she is inaccessible and impressive.
We arrive in this room which seems immense to me compared to the alcove we have just left. Madame takes off her dress, she has truly magnificent breasts, I have the honor of having to tie her at the wrists, her Master asks me to caress her, I don't need to be asked, I take the opportunity to caress her breasts which make me want so much I regret having my gloves, I cannot enjoy this too short moment as if suspended in time. I am invited to sit opposite. Spectators begin to form a half circle to enjoy the show, there is another transvestite watching the scene.
I am now sitting right in front of Madame who has gone from Mistress to Submissive in an instant, she now has a blindfold over her eyes, her arms in the air, her chest exposed, the subdued red light diffuses behind and silhouettes the silhouette perfect of Madame who is nothing more than the shadow of the one who asked me to dress her.
Her legs are slightly spread straight, beautiful. I have an irresistible desire to come and kneel in front of her and kiss her legs and gently move up to her crotch to taste this forbidden fruit. Even as my male part begins to feel cramped between my crossed legs, his Master afflicts him with a first blow which calms my masculine ardor in the second.
My heart almost leaves my chest in 3 beats, Madame's breasts shake under the blows, God it's beautiful to see her abandon herself, the blows are crescendoing, I can't take my eyes off of this moving chest. The sound of the blows impresses me, I don't yet realize that I am going to be in her place, now her Master comes to caress her between her legs I would still like to come and help her, surprisingly I don't even want to do it to her just love to feel my tongue gently sink in for his pleasure. The blows rain harder and harder and faster even on this chest, we feel that the violence of the blows is approaching Madame's limit but she has confidence, you can feel it, she puts on a show and she has spectators, I know she loves this theater. The passive spectators seem hypnotized by the scene and they can now hear Madame's pleasure being released. Madame can barely stand and seems exhausted. We untie her, I want to take her in my arms to relieve her and tell her my admiration. But it seems that it's my turn, I go from anonymous spectator to passive actress, there are far too many people around for my taste, far too many, Camille is very shy.
But I am also here to experience this new sensation so I let myself do it, I have full confidence in Madame and I let her tie my wrists, there begins to be noise around me, conversations, movement.
Madame uses a stocking to blindfold me, I love it, I am now in the dark, my favorite sense is annihilated. Madame whispers words in my ear, her voice is both soft and firm, a strange emotional feeling.
I now feel small, not very pleasant blows on the buttocks, the upper thighs, I was expecting a flogger but it must be a stick, several quick little blows, I admit that I don't like it at all, then a blank, I'm waiting, what will be next? The same thing louder? I couldn't stand that feeling.
Then suddenly I feel straps gently caressing my back as if to make me understand to enjoy a few seconds of this moment of false sweetness.
The first blow is for my bottom, I feel her lifting my skirt, the second is stronger I tighten my hands hanging from the handles which hang from the ceiling, I cannot free myself and remain prisoner, the third blow is even stronger in my back, I feel a discharge in all my legs, incredible sensations never felt, my legs are nothing more than cotton I squeeze the handles harder and harder and yet I arch my back to present my buttocks again and again to torture , the straps now caress my back.
Madame comes to whisper in my ear, I feel her breath on my lobe, her words are dense like a liquid which enters the ear and goes directly to irrigate the brain, there is no longer a filter, my sensations are directly connected to Madame's voice and the blows she inflicts on me, there is suddenly no one around me, my brain has gone blank, there is Camille, Madame and her martinet.
Now I feel his hand slipping from behind between my thighs and firmly gripping my pockets just to remind me of my submissive masculine condition. I can't get hard but I feel the pleasure. The blows start again, I no longer hear anything around me, I feel hands caressing my legs, someone is at my feet and taking advantage of my body without me being able or willing to do anything. My abandonment is total, I enjoyed, without enjoying, a great first for me.
I'm untied, it shouldn't have lasted very long but I'm exhausted, my legs are barely holding me up my forced breathing must have overoxygenated my brain because my mind is completely foggy, I'm exhausted but happy to have taken the plunge into this new world for me.
Madame was perfect, reassuring and firm, she gave me a lot, I hope she also had the pleasure of accompanying me on this initiatory journey. It takes me several minutes to come to my senses. That's it, I did it.
We go down to the bar, a surreal scene, a naked woman under her dress wide open to her privacy, two men talking to two transvestites around the same table... nothing seems to surprise the guests. As if that wasn't enough, a charming young woman comes to join us before being stripped, tied up and suspended from the ceiling...
I take my leave, the butterfly turns into a caterpillar again in the same toilet, I go home it seems like I'm alone for another 1/2 hour I can't resist caressing myself while replaying the scene in my head as if I were out of my body and witness my own flagellation, I see Madame's Chinese shadow again, her long legs sheathed in nylon, her proud chest which moves, everything accelerates in my head, I enjoy, surprisingly my enjoyment is slightly painful, is it due to this unfulfilled enjoyment just now... my back burns suddenly, so much so that I have to check in a mirror if there are any marks on my back, I am reassured , no mark, Madam promised me.
That's it, there are now people in the house, I'm coming back to Earth, Madame took me out of my daily life to accompany me to another planet, far, far away... and I liked that...
thank you Madam 😉
Your devoted Camille
