They hadn't come for weeks, they missed it.
The venue, the hosts, the ceremonies…
This place is definitely theirs; Mr. R and Mrs. M feel perfectly at home here to express their talents and unleash their creativity.
The setting lends itself to the creation of subtle and perverse scenes, which Mademoiselle's participation enhances.
Their rapport is delightful.
Ms. M and Miss sometimes delight, like vicious cats, in associating themselves with the whims of the moment, to the great pleasure of the submissive ones who fall under their claws.
Ms. M devoted herself to crafting subtle and complex stories at length. She gave a great deal and now longs to settle down, without questioning anything.
Find Mr.
Find the origin
The day's theme was perfectly suited to his aspirations.
The rope experiment
The experience of abandonment through restraint
She had experienced these pleasures with Monsieur
They had sketched them out with Him without engaging in a really long session
DirtyVonP is undoubtedly a master in this field.
By regularly attending the club, she observed his art
She appreciated his natural and implacable authority.
She contemplated the quiet strength
Elegance
The way he envelops his prey, who have no choice but to surrender
She desired it
Consumed by desire, she will give herself
The gentleman confided in him and sat down to observe.
She would have liked them to perform the choreography as a duet.
But he knew
That she had to give herself. Exclusively.
To live the moment fully
Dress removed, only stockings, waist cincher and garter belt left.
Head down
Hands clasped on the lower back
She is ready
The Master's body was barely pressed against his own to slide the first rope
Barely a hand pressing against his throat. Taking a breath.
It belongs to him; lay down the weapons of will to let his body think.
The narrative thread no longer exists.
The thread of the strings dictates
His fingers control his breathing
No muscle, no tension, no resistance can oppose the will of DirtyVonP.
The ropes wrap around, tighten, and immobilize the enslaved limbs.
Their bodies and their breaths intertwine in perfect harmony.
He has
He imposes himself in harmony with his abandonments
Restraint gives way to weightlessness
She's floating, she's so comfortable. Her head spins a little and she moves to the ground.
Positioned. The axis of the support rope is a solid anchor that frees the body from its constraints.
His soft lips touched hers, and she reassured him that she was fine.
A thigh is crushed and folded back, immobilized under the rope sheath, opening its labia.
– Shameless, you are shameless. You are at my mercy, according to My Will.
– I am yours, I belong to you.
The position reveals everything about her sex; no modesty restrains her exhibition. Her body no longer belongs to her; she feels so light.
She has lost her bearings.
She lost the dictionary of reason
She lost all sense of time
It floats.
Against him and so far away.
The threads loosen, very gradually freeing the body
Detachment and finger pressure intertwine
Air is rationed, throat, stomach
He remains in control
She gently feels her limbs, the emptiness, the end, and invites consciousness to return.
The gentleman is there, carefully observing her reactions.
DirtyVonP seems satisfied.
She is delighted, she has come a long way. A very long way.
It is in a dazed state that she reconstructs the place, the people present
There without quite being there, floating in a gentle torpor…suspended
The presence of Monsieur, the connection of body and mind, makes her realize the sensory intensity of what she has experienced
The erotic tension within her is so powerful as to be painful.
An overwhelming desire to enjoy and a longing to reconnect with this experience with Monsieur
He needs something strong, something powerful!
The pommel horse offers a comfortable retreat for his weary body.
Without delay, blows rained down.
The latex whip envelops the flesh and heats the skin
The crystalline diffusion of the horsehair swift, so delicate and constellation-like, pricking the heated skin.
The four-strand whip, lively and precise, which Mr. R enjoys wielding.
The skillful choreography synchronizes with the spasms of pleasure, building in speed and force to the rhythm of her enjoyment.
Osmosis
Hypnotic trance
A sublime exaltation of this journey into the depths of her own being
