Sunday, March 30, 2008

pour le Marquis Noir





Le jeune vendeur m'a photographié
pour que je puisse t'envoyer les images.
J'ai adoré poser dans la boutique.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Liquified

Je suis "le cadeau de la fiancée" for R. & C.
Mast'Her describes me : Elle n'est pas très maso, mais elle est très salope.

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Intensity, and a wave of nausea arises. Is my body in panic, or is it the tight corset binding me as I lay bent onto the padded table ?
I'm breathing rapidly, panting, & my whole body is wet with perspiration, soaked to the skin, liquified.
Does this have a detox effect like a good yoga sweat ?
I try to slow my breathing to the Ujjayi rhythm, but the stinging blows ("this one's from Mexico") continue just as the aftermath of the other series reverberates in waves of endomorphins & my whole being liquifies.

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Later, the blindfold comes off, my eyes cruise around the room until I find you sitting in the corner chair. You seem pleased. I thank R., then you, my Master... dizzily disoriented.
You tell me : Ce n'est pas tout. Justin t'attend.


Sunday, March 16, 2008

Suspended Jade


Nawa-kin has created a fabulous bondage suspending Jade from the ceiling like a fallen angel.
Mast'Her comes downstairs & I offer him my chair, fanning him, talking lightly to him.
"Il faut trouver quelque chose pour te defouler. Vas demander à Julien s'il t'authorise de toucher Jade."
"Puisse-je vous adresser la parole ? " I ask & he accepts.
"Mon Maître, Philippe, m'a authorisé de vous demander la permission de toucher Jade." He agrees.

So I begin to lightly caress her back & arms as Nawa-kin makes final adjustments, raising one leg slightly higher, the other one more directly bent out in a plié ... Nawa-kin uses a blindfold like a sling to hold her head up.
Jade rotates, suspended in the air.
I touch the tip of her breasts. It's like touching a goddess, or a marble sculpture — her flesh is smooth & cool. Her thighs spread open expose her pussy, I lightly stroke it, finding some moisture, remembering last time — but she raises her cheeks together & Julien tells me "Pas trop sur le sexe".
He begins to whip her with the crop as I stroke her back, lightly over her shoulders & arms. She holds my hand & I help keep the balance, making sure her head doesn't hit the mirror. I stroke her tits, cupping them in my hands, lightly running my fingers down her stomach.
It's this identification thing, this desire to touch a "star", as if it would bring me closer to my inner desire, yet her cool flesh lacks the warmth of a more sensual nature.

I see the light in Ôda's eyes as she watches, happy to have suggested this bondage to Jade. She and Julien take photos as I hold Jade's knee to keep her still.

Jade asks Julien for a candle, he drips hot wax all over the body until the wax dripping down her ass & pussy makes her moan... He asks her how she's doing, it's time to come down. I hold her hand & touch her shoulder as she's untied, helping to keep the balance.
She wilts a bit, then J. puts the whip in her mouth & leads her to the back room. 
I choose to leave it like that & just sit quietly in a chair.


Touching a piece of Jade


I've arrived late, but the Club is still full, still happening.
Mast'Her introduces me to Marie, telling me to take care of her "comme si c'était Moi", which means that I should be attentive to all her needs, so I sit obediently on a stool in front of her, although Maître M. had proposed the martinet ("Si tu as envie du martinet, je suis chauffé"), and I hadn't had time to ask the Marquis, as he had this other plan for me.
We speak & I discover her desire for a love slave, a man to incarnate her every desire. We chat, & I look around the room, glancing at Xavier, telling her he could be interested. We become aware of a man standing next to us in a black string : " Je cherche une Maîtresse". I propose Marie, who leads him upstairs, once she's made clear her desire to be serviced sexually.

I'm still sitting on the stool sipping my champagne, content to have accomplished my mission, when Julien & Jade arrive, putting their things on the divan next to me. Jade is naked, except for her collar & boots, bent over the divan, writhing & grinding her hips to the music. Her smooth ass is right at eye level & I feel compelled to touch her.
"Est-ce que je pourrais vous toucher ? " I ask softly, & she lets me, adding " Je dois le demander à mon Maître... ". My hand reaches gently towards her ass.
Mast'Her comes downstairs & when he sees me, he exclaims "Qu'est-ce que tu fais ? Il ne faut jamais toucher une autre soumise !"
So I ask Julien if I can touch her & he nods.

Sitting back on the stool, I place my hand ever so lightly behind her ass so that as she grinds, she lightly touches it. She arches her back so that her pussy slides over my hand — smooth & cool, the rings of her pierced labia tingling against my fingers, arising a desire in me to be so pierced. This surprising contact — one that I wouldn't have dared— is brief, as J. takes her over to the mirror & ties her up in a nice bondage. She dances, writhing, sometimes suspended from the ceiling, her long lanky perfect body so feline.
"Elle est fauve", I remark.
"C'est une soumise qui obeit son Maître, " replies Mast'Her.

I watch as he whips her, I go to the bar so that I can see both of their faces, emotion shifting.
I go see if Mast'Her wants me to do anything, but he's absorbed with his fiancée, so I decide to just watch.
By now they're upstairs, Jade kneeling à quatre pattes on the padded table, spanked, a long pink chapelet plunged into her ass.
I sit in a chair, one of three spectators. I watch as he squeezes gel onto a dildo, slapping & teasing her with it... I watch them play, envying their relationship & what I perceive to be their happiness (I've seen them walking happily down the street afterwards), I've seen them switch, Julien on all fours with a butt plug... all of this reminds me of games played with Monsieur Os, & a wave of nostalgia fills me.
Watching Jade out of identification, more than a sexual desire, admiring them as such a beautiful couple, wondering if I would be capable of such apparent happiness.

Nevertheless, their sex-show is good, & I wonder about their need for exhibition.
I watch as Jade sits on the gode, how she stimulates herself, holding onto the wooden beam suspended above her.
J. returns & tortures her tits with both hands for a very long time, making her scream, continuing until she quiets & seems depleted. He leads her to the bedroom & I take position behind the two-way mirror, watching as he screws her, until he's finished. She lies on the bed when he gets up, caressing herself slightly with the gode, I wonder then if she came.

panther-like & complicated


He was panther-like & complicated, so they said.
He said : what if I took you upstairs pour te cravacher ?
I said : yes, pourquoi pas — mais il faut le demander à mon Maître.

He went upstairs to ask.
He said : he said ok, but only si tu me donnes la cravache.
I said : ok.
Ôda said : Il est compliqué.

He says : doncha think it would be more sexy to come upstairs to the petit salon to see me naked à quatre pattes avec la cravache, t'attendant ?
I say : yes, well, yeah, of course... Go upstairs.
& I take awhile with my toutou.

Ôda warns me again : Il est compliqué. Et elle me suit à la trace.

I see him so panther-like, waiting on the bed, so undisciplined, turning his head around as he feels the audience surrounding him.
I see him so panther-like, yet so undisciplined, turning lasciviously around.
He's chosen the crop with the tip of a hand.
I see him put it over his back.
I take over.

I tap, to warm him up. I hear Ôda come upstairs with another soumis. I hear her tap on his ass. Just like I do to him. We both wanna turn around.
So I dominate him, giving orders. What's that sound ? Concentrate on me ! Don't look around. So I hit harder, not quite knowing in my technique if it works.

Ôda seems fully in control.

I caress his ass & he asks me for a gode.
I say : What gode ? I think that only personal godes are allowed here.
He lets go of this idea as I strike him harder. He reminds me of Monsieur Os and I want only to penetrate him.

He disobeys & I put my hand on the nape of his neck to calm him.

Ôda trades her split badine avec mon cravache. I strike him softly, then harder on his right thigh. I wanna even it out, but he says : what's that thing ?
Doesn't wanna to even it out on the left.

A guy standing next to me with a crop in his hand, observing, says : I'd like to continue.
I ask him if he agrees.
No : no men, only women.

& Ôda says : that's the way it's done here.
So I stop. Pascale leaves, not even thanking me.

I take a closer look at Ôda's man, a ring in his scrotum leading up with the chain of the leash to the ceiling as he's caught between the wooden panks of the pillory, the cravache regally stuck above him.

Later Pascale sits down next to me.
Now what if I cravache you ?
I say : Mast'Her has to approve.
He says : Well, I have a pass for the afternoon.
Which I don't believe.
You have to ask him specifically for each action, I say.

He smiles & gets up to ask, but Mast'Her comes down the stairs.
Ask him then, I say. 
Mast'Her
points out his lie, declining the offer.