Hello Miss Stéphanie,
A few words to tell you about my visit to the club this Friday, June 22, I like to express myself on these kinds of very strong things, I thank you for paying me some attention to this effect.
First of all, I have to tell you of my disappointment: I missed you again! It would be a lie not to admit to you a certain dismay when I realized that you were not there! Alexandre told me that you would be there more often in September, I would try to come at a time when I am sure you will be there. I want to be clear right away, it is not an illegitimate desire for possession that drives me. I react a bit like someone to whom someone says: “This film is great, you have to go see it!” » and who each time discovers the cinema doors closed. I base myself both on your writings, which are so intelligent in their ambiguity, and on the flattering testimonies given to you. When I see the sweet and sensual sensuality that emanates from Marie and Solenka, I dare not imagine what their Mistress must be like! (In the initiating sense).
But back to June 22... after a little trial and error (social shyness sometimes difficult to get rid of) I felt a little better as soon as Alexander began to punish Solenka properly. I discovered the latter this Friday and I really like her falsely candid schoolgirl look […]
For Marie, however, I have no doubt. His smile disarms me and makes me break down. It is difficult to create a more explosive and effective mix between his kindness and his natural benevolence, his soft voice, his captivating empathy, and his severity in his style which calls for no ambiguity.
I told you that I wasn't too masochistic, but I still wanted to get started and so I proposed to one of the ladies present (the last one was a young student with blue hair named Laurette I think) if any of them agreed to whip me. I was lucky because two of them offered! Here is the story I told. If you like this one, don't hesitate to publish it.
“In BDSM relationships I consider myself more as a follower of domination/submission than as a masochist. This is undoubtedly due to an absolute rejection on my part of violence in human relationships. But the disturbing aspect of the punishment inflicted on a defenseless individual who has objectively done nothing to deserve it may be a sovereign driving force for triggering strong emotions. Expressing it differently, it is not pain that gives me pleasure but the idea of pain. Especially when it’s inflicted by two beautiful women…
Marie and Laurette offered to punish me. Mary tied me to the cross, I had asked for a blindfold which she then put over my eyes. This blindfold had three advantages for me: firstly it allowed me to be more at ease with the eyes of the witnesses; Although I know that all the people present in this club are tolerant and caring people, there remains buried deep within me a remnant of morality which screams to me that it is wrong, that it is a sin, that it's ridiculous or all this kind of bullshit about what we're doing. The second reason is that the loss of one sense still makes others sensitive, hearing and touch. And the third is that we feel even more vulnerable.
Little perverse detail before things started: I had kept my boxer shorts as my only item of clothing. Two women had been whipped previously and had their panties on. I was already tied up blindfolded, Marie came and whispered in my ear: "You don't need that..." and immediately took off my pants...In my head I became a child again*, vulnerable and ashamed. Not the slightest blow had landed and I was already defeated, my mind molten caught in a whirlwind of mixed feelings of fear and excitement. I know you're going to hurt me, please don't...
Marie (or Laurette, I don't know anymore) caresses the straps on my back and my buttocks. It's pleasant, it has the merit of softening me somewhat. I try to relax as much as possible, come on, they're not going to hurt you that much, they're so smiling, their skin is so soft, nothing cruel can come from them.
Time stands still, as Lamartine would say. Suddenly I hear the whistle of the swift, the first blow falls on my buttocks, then a second, a third, it doesn't stop... the subtle advantage of having two executioners is that there is no dead time that occurs. Overall the pain is quite bearable, but there is always a blow that prevents you from fully relaxing. The strikes alternate between lower back, buttocks and thighs. My breathing becomes ragged, I pull uselessly and instinctively on the leather bracelets that attach me to the cross, I would like to cry for help to live out my fantasy as best as possible, but I don't want to scare them. After all, it's the first time with me for them too.
The blows seem to be of comparable intensity, but there is still one that hits harder, more precisely and more perversely. Flogging is an art…I'm sure it's Marie who hits harder. I can already imagine him with his little smirk, a subtle witness to his inner pleasure...Ouch! A more poorly placed (or better?) blow hits the weakest point of the male anatomy. A real high-pitched “Ouch” comes out of my mouth. Immediately the blows stopped. Marie is worried about me. I explain to him that beatings on the testicles are really not my thing. They both apologize. I tell them that these are the risks of the job, they smile (at least I hear it as such) I tell them that they can continue.
They exchange places, perhaps also instruments. I asked them not to take a can, I fear the marks. The blows resume, more sustained, the pain begins to become difficult to bear for the non-masologist that I am. Suddenly slaps fall on my buttocks, it's Marie again I'm sure! Laurette couldn't do that! But am I so sure? Thoughts are going crazy in my head. I feel myself leaving, my breathing becomes heavy, the notions of good and evil intertwine within me, I try to find an explanation for something that has none. And at a given moment I switch, more intellect than feeling, a torrent of emotion invades me. It's good ! How hot! I would like to shout grace and thank you at the same time. There is no longer age, no more gender, no more judgment, no more stupid and perverse morality, there are only young people who bring happiness to a third. Hopefully they also have fun! You'll tell me, right?
Sometimes I'm tempted to shout the password but I wouldn't. All this is done with too much mastery and know-how for it to be necessary. I would like to cry with happiness...Finally the beating stops. Marie's hand passes over my body. I would like to shout my love to him but I am afraid of being indecent. His hand approaches my mouth, I place a chaste kiss of recognition on his hand. I whisper thank you to him, I hear him smile. She tells me that I also have to thank Laurette. She's right, this two-handed punishment turned out to be doubly delectable.
They untie me and take off the blindfold. I sit on the floor. Another man replaces me. This time I see and enjoy vicariously the sensations I felt a few minutes before. Seen from below, the spectacle of the two whippersnappers becomes exciting in another way and I naturally begin to masturbate. Yes because I specify that during my punishment I did not have a hard-on for a single moment. And yet I had a lot of fun. It shows that the sources of pleasure are sometimes very complex.
Thank you Marie and Laurette. Thank you Stéphanie and Alex for allowing us to experience these moments.
