This Friday afternoon was very special for me. It was special because you know, we quickly develop bad habits: I thought I could benefit from special treatment from you. Of elected. And no. You put me with the others, all the others, and I only saw men's buttocks in front of me, and I saw myself like them, on all fours and naked, hands on my head, and nothing from you who had not indicated that you would consider me more important than anyone else. Quite the contrary. I got slapped, spat on, hurtful remarks and even kicked. I had to endure spanking from a mistress but above all, blows on the balls, lying on my back and moaning. I was only looking to see you, and I started to get hard when I saw you in front of me, above me. I would have liked to be able to get myself as hard as I could and offer you my penis – “I’m yours!” to you ! to you ! » he cried. But no: instead, your remarks which put me in my place.
And then an astonishing thing: I applied myself to dictation , because there too I wanted to stand out. Like at school. And expect a “Bravo Daniel” from you. Stupid, isn't it?… It wasn't a game! I really wanted to be worthy of you and in the end I made seven mistakes. It hurt me deeply. I blamed myself. Before even having corrected my copy you rolled a piece of this copy into a ball in my mouth, and while you left me on all fours, without worrying about me anymore, I started drooling without I can't do anything about it. Which was deeply humiliating. It was the “president” who, when I had to place myself on this mistress's thigh to receive my spanking, thought of taking the ball of paper away from me so that I could count the strokes. Not you. I was indeed in the same boat as everyone else. I no longer had the slightest rights, other than those that others had, or did not have. But I repeat, what struck me was that what should have been a game was no longer one for me. Because I only wanted one thing, that you would distinguish me a little before the end. That I can rub my head on your legs, on your thighs.
What you finally granted me. With incredible kindness, after I explained to you that I had just learned of the death of my friend Maurice, who was my first initiator, and who would have been so happy for me to see myself at the feet of the most beautiful Mistress who can be imagined. You have been magnificent in your kindness and understanding.
And then I found myself against you again at the very end, I was dreaming against your thigh, and do you know what I was dreaming about?... That I was against your thigh! It was Pascal who burst the dream bubble, it was time to return to reality.
But I thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Daniel
