Toulon
... this is an atypical situation that is looming, because we agreed
that it will not be a classic SM session, for this first meeting, but
more a contact, but as I am a polite slave, I do
not go empty-handed, but "armed" with two copies of François-Xavier
Verschave's book, "From Françafrique to Mafiafrique", to campaign, and
DVD "Mistress": I inform Mistress Tracey in the course of I'm on my way, and she's enthusiastic on the phone, and she says she's impatient.
She had previously given me her address, and I had looked a bit the roadmap on www.mappy.fr: I get closer, I recognize the neighborhood seen on the web, and then, I park my car near his house, I tell myself: I call her again on the phone, telling her my position, and then she tells me I'm not near, and she asks me to go back, giving me some directions roads a little confused. I arrived at the promised time, but here I lost three quarters of an hour looking for his street, without a GPS navigator, and to call him from time to time, so that she said to me every time I am away from my target! So tired of driving at the wheel, and rolling for several hours, despite our exciting phone exchanges, insisting on my nature as a slave and "whore, gifted to hang out on the streets looking for customers to pump, but less talented to find the Mistress, "I decide to park my car, and finish this journey via public transport! And now, when I walk home, I find that I parked only a hundred yards from the right place, before all that ridiculous loss of time! It turns out that Madame never drives, and suddenly, I understand better these geographical wanderings to arrive safely!
She is on the balcony, when she sees me arrive, and we were communicating with our smartphones: she sees that I inspect the underside of my soles, and she launches me, amused: "you walked in de shit!? While she goes downstairs asking me to open the metal gate, and I reassure her, smiling, telling her no! Here I am on the threshold of her front door, with my jacket in one hand, and my gifts in the other: obviously, she hides behind the door opening it to me, then she closes it, with me who tries to joke about this unexpected delay. Immediately, with an august gesture of the arm, she orders me to kneel, which I do without delay, and as I begin to explain the theme of the book, the founder of www.survie.org, she tells me launches that it is "propaganda", and that it does not move him! She asks me soon to leave my jacket on the ground floor, and it precedes me, having ordered me to climb the stairs on all fours behind her. I do it awkwardly enough, until we enter the first floor through the living room, after access through a wooden glass door, and glass yellow-orange.
While I'm still on all fours, and she is standing, she warns me that this first meeting will be a little "light", and that it therefore allows me to exceptionally sit down in front of her on a comfortable armchair in blue leather. At that moment, she starts to look a little bit at the book and the DVD I gave her, and she tells me she was interested in the trailer for Barbet Schroeder's film, seen on the web lately, and then she puts everything in order. it's on the dresser in the living room. She asks me what I want to drink, and she quickly goes back and forth to her kitchen to bring some sparkling water from the SAN PELEGRINO. So right now, of course, we are talking about SM, and she announces to me that she is of Togolese nationality, and that she lives in France only for ten years, and that before living in Toulon, she lived in Paris, where, in addition to trading with sub-Saharan Africa, she was periodically the assistant of a "great black Dominatrix", a woman essential in the medium SM of France and Navarre. Madame indulges a little, and she explains to me that she was a "great lover", and that with her ex, the more she showed him his feelings, and the more he was shown "odious", and that it is this kind of experience that led her to become a Dominatrix with men. She tells me to have a Métis girl with this ex, who lives with her in Toulon, and I see a picture of the girl in the living room, indeed: the dad in question still lives in Paris. I had spoken to Mistress Tracey about a merchant website, and she takes her iPad tablet, to look, and she invites me to sit next to her on the sofa; it's a beautiful sunny day in February. Soon, she spots a sexy Dominatrix outfit, and she asks me to buy her for her, for our upcoming encounters. Before our meeting, she and I had fantasized on various chastity devices for me, which she would keep the key on a gold chain, around the ankle: on the website, she decides for a metal model of "chastity cage" That she invites me, here again, to buy him. Internally, I think about the price of all these refinements, especially that, even if the website offers quality articles, the rates are high, and I'm penniless, almost as always!
So, comes a moment intensely erotic, and eagerly awaited, she asks me to "show it all", in other words to undress, while she sits, and asks me innocently enough, or at least, it is the impression she gives me, at this moment: I imagine that she also wants action, and that she burns with impatience to finally see me in the simplest device! So, I get up from my seat, and I first remove my watch, then I unbutton my shirt, under his intense and a little black, as seen in sharks, a look that is penetrating but lacking of life: I awkwardly remove my black shoes, white and red, and then, as I drop my jeans, after unbuttoning at my fly, I told him the task at the level of my pants, on the front, explaining that it is indeed pre-seminal fluid, not urine (!), because our morning dialogues excited me; I then down my panties, to find myself naked, standing in front of her, before turning spontaneously, looking pleased, to show my back and buttocks: just before, Madam pulled the curtains of the living room, to prevent a neighbor does not observe us! The Dominatrix slumbered, but now she wakes up, throwing me that I came to "fuck her mouth", reproaching me for not having made the effort to come shaved at the level of my private parts , and I already know it, it is generally expected on the part of the Domination Mistresses. I apologize for that, and she sees, satisfied, that I am not amused by her reproach. She looks quite satisfied, and she asks me to get on all fours, spreading my buttocks, while she stands at that moment standing behind me: she examines my rump, already stretched and offered, and she said, as if thinking aloud, that I "had to have big calipers," and then I told her I had defueled with a banana: she did not ask me when and under what circumstances, while I think back to a skit by Raymond Devos, about a position called "degrading"! So she precedes me and orders me to follow her, while remaining on all fours, and we both arrive in front of a large mirror: she then asks me to look in this mirror, while she s is seized with a stick of lipstick, and a strap-on dildo, which she keeps in hand: the meeting intensifies, crescendo, and she asks me:
"So, Daphne, what are you?
A whore, Mistress ...
Good ! You know what you are! And what do they do, whores, Daphne?
The whores, they suck and they are put, Mistress!
Bieennn! And that's exactly what's going to happen to you, Daphne!
Thank you, Mistress! "
So, at this precise moment, crouching, Madame begins to make up with lipstick, and willingly, "like a whore", overflowing widely around my lips "suceuse", not to mention reproach me for chatting too much, and promising me that she will use a mask - hood with a zipper, so that I "buckle" in session SM! She then introduces me the dildo in the mouth, and she is disappointed, noting that I do not practice fellatio "in deep throat". So she is standing again, and she still asks me to follow her on all fours, to the living room: I find myself between the coffee table in glass, and the sofa, and Madam sits again, the dildo to the hand: now Mistress Tracey is ordering me to fix her in the eyes, while she plows my buttocks with me naked, and she always dressed, and wearing black leather boots. I thank her, every go and come dildo tilted between my buttocks slut, until a moment where, instead of saying "thank you, Mistress! I say, "thank you, darling! I'm leaving for a good pair of slaps! She remains calm without difficulty, however, in front of my mine and my crest me so docile! She confirms with me, by the way, my taste for spanking ... She evokes, at that moment, the possibility that other submissives could "fuck me", while on all fours, I could do cleaning in the living room for her. Mistress Tracey will then sit on another armchair in the living room, after giving me a few moments of a face-sitting, which allowed me to guess his buttocks wide and muscular African Goddess: while she gives me her booted foot to lick and suck, which I do with application, it allows me to start masturbating, and in passing she is surprised at the small dimensions of my cock (she even says she did not think not that it can be so small!), and she compliments me then saying "yes, you are a whore, I see it! ". I finally ejaculate, and all the more abundantly that sexual arousal lasted for a long time, that day!
Madam is considerate, after wiping my cum on the tiles, leading me to the bathroom, and allowing me to "wash" in the demak-up, and in doing so, fills with delights, I hear that she calls one of her girlfriends, obviously aware of all her life, to whom she proudly says to have "a dog to train" that day! When it says between women, I adoreeeeeeeeee!
I am then rewarded with a meal shared with my Contract Mistress, with vegetables and a sacred steak each, a "piece of the butcher", which she cooked me anyway ... during of the meal, that I finish on my knees and at her feet in the kitchen, she talks to me about African black women, and she declares me not to be "afraid of the man" ... Once the meal is over, she tells me take her to the ground floor of her house, where she shows me the garage, locked, and that she has the project to develop for the SM exclusively, with many possibilities, for me, that she says to want to see become his submissive, I can prostitute myself, disguised with fine lingerie, so that it is pretty, she told me, but in addition, I will have to find myself "scum" to suck, and everything will be done in the dungeon! Also, in the face of his desire to make work come several submitted, besides myself, to do the work, and make the garage a dungeon SM, I understand internally that all this beyond my skills and even my fantasies, and I repressed at this Instantly my desire to throw myself at his feet DOMINATOR. We go back to the first floor, and I decide to give her another gift, a silver coin, and commemorative of the Revolutionary Period, that she forces me to give her on her knees and at her feet: "FREEDOM - EQUALITY - FRATERNITY ... OR DEATH! "
She thanks me warmly for this gift, which she promises to keep.
It's finally time to go back: down in the garden, I give him a kiss, and I thank her again for its welcome ... I did not return.
She had previously given me her address, and I had looked a bit the roadmap on www.mappy.fr: I get closer, I recognize the neighborhood seen on the web, and then, I park my car near his house, I tell myself: I call her again on the phone, telling her my position, and then she tells me I'm not near, and she asks me to go back, giving me some directions roads a little confused. I arrived at the promised time, but here I lost three quarters of an hour looking for his street, without a GPS navigator, and to call him from time to time, so that she said to me every time I am away from my target! So tired of driving at the wheel, and rolling for several hours, despite our exciting phone exchanges, insisting on my nature as a slave and "whore, gifted to hang out on the streets looking for customers to pump, but less talented to find the Mistress, "I decide to park my car, and finish this journey via public transport! And now, when I walk home, I find that I parked only a hundred yards from the right place, before all that ridiculous loss of time! It turns out that Madame never drives, and suddenly, I understand better these geographical wanderings to arrive safely!
She is on the balcony, when she sees me arrive, and we were communicating with our smartphones: she sees that I inspect the underside of my soles, and she launches me, amused: "you walked in de shit!? While she goes downstairs asking me to open the metal gate, and I reassure her, smiling, telling her no! Here I am on the threshold of her front door, with my jacket in one hand, and my gifts in the other: obviously, she hides behind the door opening it to me, then she closes it, with me who tries to joke about this unexpected delay. Immediately, with an august gesture of the arm, she orders me to kneel, which I do without delay, and as I begin to explain the theme of the book, the founder of www.survie.org, she tells me launches that it is "propaganda", and that it does not move him! She asks me soon to leave my jacket on the ground floor, and it precedes me, having ordered me to climb the stairs on all fours behind her. I do it awkwardly enough, until we enter the first floor through the living room, after access through a wooden glass door, and glass yellow-orange.
While I'm still on all fours, and she is standing, she warns me that this first meeting will be a little "light", and that it therefore allows me to exceptionally sit down in front of her on a comfortable armchair in blue leather. At that moment, she starts to look a little bit at the book and the DVD I gave her, and she tells me she was interested in the trailer for Barbet Schroeder's film, seen on the web lately, and then she puts everything in order. it's on the dresser in the living room. She asks me what I want to drink, and she quickly goes back and forth to her kitchen to bring some sparkling water from the SAN PELEGRINO. So right now, of course, we are talking about SM, and she announces to me that she is of Togolese nationality, and that she lives in France only for ten years, and that before living in Toulon, she lived in Paris, where, in addition to trading with sub-Saharan Africa, she was periodically the assistant of a "great black Dominatrix", a woman essential in the medium SM of France and Navarre. Madame indulges a little, and she explains to me that she was a "great lover", and that with her ex, the more she showed him his feelings, and the more he was shown "odious", and that it is this kind of experience that led her to become a Dominatrix with men. She tells me to have a Métis girl with this ex, who lives with her in Toulon, and I see a picture of the girl in the living room, indeed: the dad in question still lives in Paris. I had spoken to Mistress Tracey about a merchant website, and she takes her iPad tablet, to look, and she invites me to sit next to her on the sofa; it's a beautiful sunny day in February. Soon, she spots a sexy Dominatrix outfit, and she asks me to buy her for her, for our upcoming encounters. Before our meeting, she and I had fantasized on various chastity devices for me, which she would keep the key on a gold chain, around the ankle: on the website, she decides for a metal model of "chastity cage" That she invites me, here again, to buy him. Internally, I think about the price of all these refinements, especially that, even if the website offers quality articles, the rates are high, and I'm penniless, almost as always!
So, comes a moment intensely erotic, and eagerly awaited, she asks me to "show it all", in other words to undress, while she sits, and asks me innocently enough, or at least, it is the impression she gives me, at this moment: I imagine that she also wants action, and that she burns with impatience to finally see me in the simplest device! So, I get up from my seat, and I first remove my watch, then I unbutton my shirt, under his intense and a little black, as seen in sharks, a look that is penetrating but lacking of life: I awkwardly remove my black shoes, white and red, and then, as I drop my jeans, after unbuttoning at my fly, I told him the task at the level of my pants, on the front, explaining that it is indeed pre-seminal fluid, not urine (!), because our morning dialogues excited me; I then down my panties, to find myself naked, standing in front of her, before turning spontaneously, looking pleased, to show my back and buttocks: just before, Madam pulled the curtains of the living room, to prevent a neighbor does not observe us! The Dominatrix slumbered, but now she wakes up, throwing me that I came to "fuck her mouth", reproaching me for not having made the effort to come shaved at the level of my private parts , and I already know it, it is generally expected on the part of the Domination Mistresses. I apologize for that, and she sees, satisfied, that I am not amused by her reproach. She looks quite satisfied, and she asks me to get on all fours, spreading my buttocks, while she stands at that moment standing behind me: she examines my rump, already stretched and offered, and she said, as if thinking aloud, that I "had to have big calipers," and then I told her I had defueled with a banana: she did not ask me when and under what circumstances, while I think back to a skit by Raymond Devos, about a position called "degrading"! So she precedes me and orders me to follow her, while remaining on all fours, and we both arrive in front of a large mirror: she then asks me to look in this mirror, while she s is seized with a stick of lipstick, and a strap-on dildo, which she keeps in hand: the meeting intensifies, crescendo, and she asks me:
"So, Daphne, what are you?
A whore, Mistress ...
Good ! You know what you are! And what do they do, whores, Daphne?
The whores, they suck and they are put, Mistress!
Bieennn! And that's exactly what's going to happen to you, Daphne!
Thank you, Mistress! "
So, at this precise moment, crouching, Madame begins to make up with lipstick, and willingly, "like a whore", overflowing widely around my lips "suceuse", not to mention reproach me for chatting too much, and promising me that she will use a mask - hood with a zipper, so that I "buckle" in session SM! She then introduces me the dildo in the mouth, and she is disappointed, noting that I do not practice fellatio "in deep throat". So she is standing again, and she still asks me to follow her on all fours, to the living room: I find myself between the coffee table in glass, and the sofa, and Madam sits again, the dildo to the hand: now Mistress Tracey is ordering me to fix her in the eyes, while she plows my buttocks with me naked, and she always dressed, and wearing black leather boots. I thank her, every go and come dildo tilted between my buttocks slut, until a moment where, instead of saying "thank you, Mistress! I say, "thank you, darling! I'm leaving for a good pair of slaps! She remains calm without difficulty, however, in front of my mine and my crest me so docile! She confirms with me, by the way, my taste for spanking ... She evokes, at that moment, the possibility that other submissives could "fuck me", while on all fours, I could do cleaning in the living room for her. Mistress Tracey will then sit on another armchair in the living room, after giving me a few moments of a face-sitting, which allowed me to guess his buttocks wide and muscular African Goddess: while she gives me her booted foot to lick and suck, which I do with application, it allows me to start masturbating, and in passing she is surprised at the small dimensions of my cock (she even says she did not think not that it can be so small!), and she compliments me then saying "yes, you are a whore, I see it! ". I finally ejaculate, and all the more abundantly that sexual arousal lasted for a long time, that day!
Madam is considerate, after wiping my cum on the tiles, leading me to the bathroom, and allowing me to "wash" in the demak-up, and in doing so, fills with delights, I hear that she calls one of her girlfriends, obviously aware of all her life, to whom she proudly says to have "a dog to train" that day! When it says between women, I adoreeeeeeeeee!
I am then rewarded with a meal shared with my Contract Mistress, with vegetables and a sacred steak each, a "piece of the butcher", which she cooked me anyway ... during of the meal, that I finish on my knees and at her feet in the kitchen, she talks to me about African black women, and she declares me not to be "afraid of the man" ... Once the meal is over, she tells me take her to the ground floor of her house, where she shows me the garage, locked, and that she has the project to develop for the SM exclusively, with many possibilities, for me, that she says to want to see become his submissive, I can prostitute myself, disguised with fine lingerie, so that it is pretty, she told me, but in addition, I will have to find myself "scum" to suck, and everything will be done in the dungeon! Also, in the face of his desire to make work come several submitted, besides myself, to do the work, and make the garage a dungeon SM, I understand internally that all this beyond my skills and even my fantasies, and I repressed at this Instantly my desire to throw myself at his feet DOMINATOR. We go back to the first floor, and I decide to give her another gift, a silver coin, and commemorative of the Revolutionary Period, that she forces me to give her on her knees and at her feet: "FREEDOM - EQUALITY - FRATERNITY ... OR DEATH! "
She thanks me warmly for this gift, which she promises to keep.
It's finally time to go back: down in the garden, I give him a kiss, and I thank her again for its welcome ... I did not return.
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