Le Boudoir Infernal 2021
Le Boudoir Infernal
A BDSM interlude always begins well before the actual session. This one began with a message from Inanna Justice: "There's a place left for Le Boudoir Infernal, do you want to join in? I check my diary, it's a month and a half away. I jump at the chance.
A few days later, the instructions arrived: meeting place and time, dress code, things to bring. Excitement builds.
Here I am in a white shirt and black pants, in a famous American fast-food restaurant, waiting for H-hour to arrive at the indicated door. I spot one or two men at least as nervous as me, and something tells me I'll bump into them a little later.
I enter Madame Lule's. I'm delighted to find her and Inanna, and to meet Milady Blanche. All three are dressed to the nines. I take off my jacket and wait my turn for the PCR test. It's the most medical of the three Dominatrices who does it: Milady Blanche gently inserts the swab into my nose. I make a point of looking her in the eye without flinching. A tear falls. I make my way to the living room, where I must wait with the other subjects for the result of my test. We all kneel there, test in hand.
Madame Lule and Inanna take turns chatting with us, taking the temperature (figuratively speaking).
The games can begin. The atmosphere is good-natured, and we all understand that this is a fun collective experience, far removed from the "leather - authoritarianism - fear" triptych. The inventiveness of our hosts knows no bounds: we're shackled to each other, and soon a strange dodecapod clumsily crosses the living room to serve us. Some are completely tied up, others are fucked. The skin of a handsome ephebe is abused with rubber bands. It's frighteningly effective. He's almost bleeding. Inanna cuddles him in her arms. They're both beautiful.
We drool with ginger in our mouths, suck each other's dicks and jerk off to each other's submissives, get a hard-on and have a good laugh. God, it's good!
Madame Lule is amused by our flaccid sexes, we are amused by amusing her. A dildo is fixed in my mouth. A submissive has to suck the other end. We stand face to face.
Milady Blanche approaches, kicks me in the testicles. I bend double, straighten up. She does it again. I start to get hard. She understands that I'm asking to masturbate, despite my gagged mouth. The strokes continue, barefoot. She stares at me. The climax arrives and I politely ask if I can spread myself in the condom. The answer is yes. I wobble, the orgasm powerful. I die in Milady Blanche's eyes.
We nibble at the buffet. Laughter among submissives. The three ladies have created a deliciously decadent atmosphere, with no headaches, but rather a lot of toe-tapping. In fact, a massage session of their own is taking place on the couch. I dream of staying for dinner with all these beautiful people, but "real life" awaits me.
The Three Musketeers were magnificent in their evening gowns, and I got a real kick out of it, as well as a real kick out of the moments of complicity between submissives. It was an incredible experience!
What would have happened if I'd stayed? Probably a few laughs with Inanna, I'd have fallen in love with Milady Blanche, and I'd have continued to try to unravel the "Lule Mystery", this Woman as whimsical as she is inventive, who fascinates me.
Thank you, ladies, for making people like us dream, for sharing your love of unusual relationships. It was a great honor and a sincere pleasure.
