We are
now during the night between the 18th and the 19th of June, 2005
and I am suspended by the wrists, from a beam of the ceiling,
inside the basement of a house, located in Quebec City. I am
almost naked but, this time, that does not even bother me.
The
man who just hit me comes closer to me again, releases me from
my bonds and orders me on all four to go back to my chair. As I
reach it, I get up on my high heels but I do not dare to sit
fearing that my buttocks would not accept it and would put and
end to the state of euphoria in which I am in.
Some
among you will surely think that I have become insane but, I have just
lived an experience which I would describe as "spiritual" and
which I regard as extraordinary. On several occasions, I had
already dreamed about it but I never really believed that it could happen to me, one day. Maybe the Chinese proverb which
says something like: "Pay attention to what you are dreaming
because it could really happen." is true. However, this
adventure came very close to never materialise.
Everything started a few hours earlier, when, some friends and I
were reunited at R's place, a young girlfriend and a part-time
professional dominatrix. Before leaving her apartment to
join other friends, in a restaurant, D, one of the guests,
invites us all, at his place, after the meal.
As we
are leaving the restaurant, R which, as I did, ate an enormous
dessert, tells me that she does feel well enough to go to D's
place. Since I only slightly know this man and since I believe I
have been invited only as a courtesy to my friend, I drive back
home, as soon as I have time to say goodbye to everybody.
About
half an hour later, as I am in front of the screen of my
computer, I notice that R, whom I have just left, sent me an
email. As she is still on line, I connect with her to learn that
B, the man who accompanied her, went back to his place earlier than
expected. As she feels better now, she propose that I accompany
her at D's place, whom has transformed his basement into a
donjon. She, however, makes me understand that, even if the
opportunity would arise, she does feel well enough to take part
in the "games". This latter information does bother me that much
since, when such circumstances arise, the role of a spectator is
usually the one I am accustomed to.
As
this conversation takes place, it is already passed eleven
o'clock in the evening. To go back to R's place and to drive to
our host's place means at least a one hour trip. Which means
that we could not be there before midnight but this does not
seem to bother R.
But,
for those who started to know to me a little better, I am sure
you already deducted that I cannot resist that kind of
invitation for long. And, to go out so late in the evening gives
me the impression to relive the times when I was younger. Also,
this girlfriend who, on top of being very nice to me, is very
pretty and has a body to die for. If you could see her, I am sure you
would not understand that I let pass such an opportunity to spend a
few hours with her (LOL).
Upon
our arrival at D's place, he offers a glass of wine and
immediately leads us down to the basement, where some of the
guests are already in action. His "submissive", T, is suspended
by the wrists from a beam of the ceiling. She is naked except
for a splendid leather corset and a pair of sandals which have
always been my favorites.
Beside
her, Z, another beautiful woman, is also suspended by her
wrists, completely naked. On top of being very pretty, she has a
body which would make the envy of many fashion models. I had
already met them, H, her "Master", and herself, on a few
occasions, at fetish parties, but I never had the opportunity to
talk to them. Without really knowing why, each time it happenned, I was always left under the impression that they did not
appreciate too much to be around me.
Another individual, G, is also there. He is seated and quietly
watch the show. I have known him for several years, from his
website, which represents him as a submissive individual. He is
super nice guy. Although he stopped taking hormones for quite
some time already, he still has very good looking boobs, which I
envy, and his features are rather androgenous.
While
we occasionnally take a sip at our glass of wine, T and Z are
heavily hitten. All kind of torture instruments are used on
them. And, although they seem to accept the blows rather
stoicly, I connot stop my whole body from shaking with almost
every hit on them.
Later
into the night, D unties T to lead her to a table on which she
has to lay to be bound again. When T starts to enjoy herself so
much that she looks like she is becoming insane, H releases Z so
that she can watch the show too. And what a show it is to watch
D apply a motorized toothbrush (yes, you read it right) on T's
sex. She enjoys herself so much that she gives the impression
that she will successfully release herself from her bonds.
When D
considers that T has had enough, G, which followed the scene
closely, is invited by H to take part in the play. While G
hesitates, some of the members of the group try to give him some
courage. He, finally, accepts the offer and get rid of his
clothes, keeping only a string on. At ounce, his wrists are tied
up to the beam of the ceiling, on which T and Z were kept in
bondage, some time earlier.
Using
the mischievous style which characterizes him, G tries to dodge
the blows from H but he does not succeed with every hit. Pretty
soon, H offers to R to use some of her skills on G. To my great
surprise, since she had told me earlier that she would not
"play", she agrees very easily and, pretty soon, G is
tasting her medecine.
While
this is going on, I quietly remain seated, watching the show and
trying unsuccesfully to refrain my body from twisting with every
blows which touch base on G's body.
Soon
after R takes control over G, H comes closer to me. He is almost
hypnotizing me and, using just a few words, he lets me know that
he wants to take care of me. But, I have the feeling that he
is doing it only by compassion since I am the only one who did
not take part of the play.
I hesitate, not only because I feel taken
by surprise but I
apprehend to have to endure pain and that frightens me. H perceives very well
how I feel and he enjoys it, I would bet on it.
The way he looks at me subjugates me but I must admit that I already
feel that I could have confidence in him. He, then, tells me that I
should feel free to accept or to refuse his offer but, when he
adds that it would be
so bad if I had any regrets afterwards, my mind is made up. I am ready to give myself
to him right away. Waiting no longer, I get rid of my skirt and my
blouse to keep on only a string, my bra and my high
heels.
H
leads me beside G, to be suspended by my wrists, too. Then, he
starts to speak to me very softly, almost using a tone of
confidence. Slowly, he starts to warm up my buttocks, with his
hands. After each pauses, he comes closer to speak to me. He
tells me that he admires my courage to dress the way I like in
public. He tries, not without some reserves from my part, to
make me understand that I am a worthy individual. I am hooked
and even the violent blows which hit my body, now, do not seem
to have any effect on my state of mind.
I tell
him that he makes me feel so good. Sometimes, he asks me to bend
my head lower and to say "Mister", when answering his questions.
Each time, I feel sorry for not being able to offer a so tiny
compensasion for all the happiness that he is giving to me.
It is
only when it becomes obvious that we are the only ones to give
the show that he makes me understand that he will release me
from my bonds. I know that he already devoted a lot of time and
energy for me but I believe that I could have remained suspended
like that for hours, still. I suspect, however, that he is so
much experienced that he knows already that my arms are likely
to get stiff, something which I realize pretty soon, once
released from my bonds.
Back
to my place, it does not take too long for me to realize that
the spell into which I was has faded away just enough to feel
a strong need to smoke. After having asked for permission, I
take a walk to the veranda to light a cigarette, which gives me
a lot of satisfaction.
When H
and Z join me there, I cannot miss to opportunity to spend some
additional time with them and I light another cigarette. They
are of very good company and they allow me to release some of
the intense emotions that I have just lived. We speak about many
other subjects too, all of them more interesting the ones than
the others. Never again, will I perceive this couple the same
way as I did before this evening. I even hope, very strongly, to
have the opportunity to meet them again, one of these days.
As
soon as I sit into my car, to drive R home, I soon realize that,
for at least the next few hours, my buttocks will remind me of
the adventure which I have just lived.
Today,
Sunday, as I dress up to go out, for the first time, I notice
the large red marks which appears onto my back. One of them, in
particular, draws my attention. It undoubtedly comes from the
last blow for which H told me that it was intended for his very
own pleasure. Obviously, there will be no bikini for me to wear today
(see the picture at the top of the page, on the lefthand side).
One
week later:
Many
of the marks on my buttocks are still visible. Fortunately, for
several days now, when I sit, I do not feel any more pain.
