They hadn't come for weeks, they missed it.
The place, the hosts, the ceremonies….
This place is definitely theirs, Mr R and Mrs M feel perfectly at home there to express their talents, to deploy their creativity.
The setting lends itself to the creation of subtle and perverse paintings that Mademoiselle's participation sublimates.
Their complicity is delicious.
Mrs. M and Mademoiselle sometimes delight, like vicious pussies, in associating themselves with the whims of the moment, for the greatest pleasure of the submissives who fall under their claws.
Ms. M was passionate about developing subtle and complex stories at length. She has given a lot and aspires to ask herself, without question
Find Mister
Find the origin
The theme of the day lent itself perfectly to his aspirations
The rope experience
The experience of abandonment through restraint
She had tasted these pleasures with Monsieur
Had sketched them with Him without indulging in a real long session
DirtyVonP is undoubtedly a Master in this field
Regularly meeting the club, she observed its art
She appreciated his natural and implacable authority
She contemplated the quiet strength
Elegance
The way it wraps its prey who have no choice but to abandon themselves
She wanted it
Inhabited by desire she will give herself
Monsieur confided it and sat down to observe
She would have liked them to perform the choreography as a duo
But he knew
That she had to give herself. Exclusively.
To live the moment fully
Dress removed, just adorned with stockings, waist cincher and suspender belt
Head down
Hands clasped on the kidneys
She is ready
Barely the Master's body pressed against his to slide the first rope
Barely the hand pressing the throat. Taking the breath.
She belongs to him, lays down the weapons of will to let his body think
The narrative thread no longer exists
The thread of the strings dictates
Fingers control breathing
No muscle, no tension, no resistance opposes the will of DirtyVonP.
The ropes wrap around, tighten, immobilize the enslaved members.
Their bodies, their breaths blend together in perfect harmony.
It has
He imposes in tune with his abandonments
Restraint gives way to weightlessness
She floats, she feels so good. The head turns a little and places it on the ground.
Asked. The axis of the support rope is a solid anchor which frees the body from its constraints.
Monsieur's soft lips touch hers, she reassures him she is fine.
A thigh is crushed and folds up, immobilized under the gang of rope, opening its nymphs.
– shameless, you are shameless. You are at my mercy, according to my will
– I am yours, I belong to you.
The position hides nothing of her sex, no modesty restrains her exhibition. Her body no longer belongs to her, she feels so light.
She 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 releasing the body
Detachment and finger pressure combine
Air is rationed, throat, stomach
He keeps control
It is very gently that she feels her limbs, the emptiness, the end and invites consciousness to take its place again.
Monsieur is there carefully observing her reactions.
DirtyVonP seems satisfied.
She is delighted, has come a long way. From far away.
It is in a second state that she recomposes the place, the people present
There without quite being there, floating in a gentle torpor...in suspension
The presence of Monsieur, the connection of body and mind makes her realize the sensory intensity of what she experienced
The erotic tension that inhabits it is powerful to the point of being painful
Urge to enjoy and desire to reconnect this experience with Mr.
He needs something strong, something powerful!
The pommel horse offers a comfortable retreat to its exhausted body
Without delay the blows rain
The latex flogger envelops the flesh and warms the skin
The crystalline diffusion of the horsehair swift, so delicate and constellant, stinging the heated skin.
The four-strand whip, lively and precise that Monsieur R enjoys handling.
The skillful choreography follows the jolts of pleasure, crescendoing in speed and force to the rhythm of its pleasure.
Osmosis
Hypnotic trance
Sublimated exaltation of this journey deep within herself
