Strikes are obviously never an obstacle to pleasure. Fifteen o'clock, the atmosphere is gradually settling in for this last afternoon at the Kinky Club before the end of year break.
Reddish lights, dark wooden furniture, the atmosphere with the slight smell of leather gives the illusion of a sweet erotic dream where the silhouettes of men and women move against a soft background sound à la Lana Del Rey. Behind the counter where the bartender stands, always elegant and on the lookout, numerous instruments are waiting to be made available to a sufficiently playful hand; swifts, whips, dragon tongues that just need to be handled with skill.
Upstairs, in the office area, two couples quickly offer the sulphurous spectacle of their lovemaking to voyeuristic eyes and moaning ears.
On the ground floor, Dirty Von P, a dark cane in his hand, takes A. to the St. Andrew's cross.
At the start of the festivities, several people already discreetly take their seats and admire Dirty Von P demonstrating his talents. A. is in a trance, his wrists are caught in leather handcuffs, and his neck in the hands of Dirty Von P. Silence falls, only disturbed by his heavy breathing. She closes her eyes, those of the others are riveted on her, and wait for only one thing: what happens next. Quickly, Dirty Von P puts the cane into action, grabbing A.'s chest in order to deliver several small blows which delight both the young lady and the audience, then placing her facing the wall, her wrists once again prisoners. leather. A. presents her buttocks, Dirty Von P lifts the fabric of her dress to delicately rain the cane on her thighs and her rump. Each blow makes her shudder. The show is bewitching, and once it's over, A. has the pleasure of being rewarded with a drink lavished by Florian at the bar.
Master C. shows up at the club with two male acolytes and a submissive with a black leather collar. The blessed woman is quickly exposed in the ropes of Dirty Von P after having been the subject of a game of vibrations which combined the buzz of the vibrator with her moans of excitement. She is little by little captive to the ropes of Dirty Von P at the request of Master C., on the ground floor, in the middle of the customers sitting and contemplating the mastery of this talented stringer.
Moreover, and later, Dirty Von P will once again demonstrate his skill by conscientiously tying up a pretty young woman at the request of his companion. While Master C., his acolytes and the blessed one with the leather collar are busy with other games, Lady M., who has remained in the background for a while, is offered a foot massage by a devoted submissive, and decides to finally enter the scene.
Very quickly, Lady M. finds herself surrounded by three docile masseurs, one for each foot, the other for the hand, whose vice she takes pleasure in exacerbating. The triad of submissives shower the dominatrix with praise when her eyes don't order them to remain silent. For good measure, and in a fierce mood, she brings D. to the cross, armed with two swifts provided by Florian as a connoisseur, and makes him show off his back. D.'s offered skin quickly crumbles under the snaps of the leather straps that Lady M. rains down on her. The sounds of leather as well as the moans once again attract curious spectators who contemplate the scene.
Lady M. seeks to study the submissive's reactions like an experimenter, each cry louder than the others from D. draws a satisfied smile from her. The latter, once the session is over, thanks her and kisses her hands.
Strikes are obviously not an obstacle to pleasure
By Lady M.
