A different kind of training: CR for the bitch Julia

Last year, a dear friend, Maîtresse Blanche, sent me her dog Julia to sample Domination in my own way.

I strongly encourage you to watch Maîtresse Blanche websitewho specializes in medical games at her GNC (Gynarchic Nurse Clinic) near Fontainebleau.

I also invite you to visit Julia's website, Peregrinations of a little dog, in which she describes her experiences at the feet of this magnificent woman.

And here is the report:

A DIFFERENT KIND OF TRAINING

Maîtresse Blanche decided to send her little dog to be looked after in her absence, and entrusted Maîtresse Inanna with the task of looking after her.

I've been given an envelope to prepare for this moment, with strict instructions to be followed to the letter. It is not to be opened until 3 hours before my appointment. On opening it I discover a note telling me where I'm to be sent. The Mistress I'm to meet will have full authority over me and I must obey her every command. The envelope also contains my personal collar, which I pass on to her before I even get on the train.

I ring the bell at the appointed hour and enter my Mistress for a night. I keep my head down like any well-trained little submissive. Mistress Inanna greets me by grabbing me by the hair and leading me into the heart of her apartment.

I maintain this posture as I undress, but watch my "hostess" out of the corner of my eye. Mistress Inanna is very different from my Mistress, but she exudes the same self-confidence and natural authority as Mistress Blanche. I don't have to force my nature; I feel immediately at ease entrusting my body and mind to her, in accordance with my Mistress's orders.

She tells me to get down on all fours on a table on which a small container has been placed, just under my head. I'm grabbed by the head and Madame Inanna's gloved hand is thrust into my mouth. I reflexively lick her fingers, but am immediately called to order for lack of permission. Her hand takes full possession of one of my orifices, then grabs my tongue to trap it in a wooden vice. I can't get it in. I'm forced to keep my mouth open.

"You're gonna drool, you little bitch. Oh yes, you're going to drool. You're going to fill this little bowl nicely and I won't be satisfied until you've filled it," she whispers in my ear, placing a small piece of ginger in my mouth to help me along. My little tumor, the official name of my penis, quickly rises from this introduction.

Immediately, I feel another of my orifices open up to accommodate a finger. But a stinging, burning pain quickly makes me realize that it's the ginger suite that's been placed. I squirm to absorb this sensation, to tame it, accept it and transform it into pleasure.

Meanwhile, Madame Inanna inspects my body. Sometimes caressing, sometimes spanking. Each time her hands approach, I don't know what to expect. A few clamps bite into my skin, pulling and squeezing. I start drooling and filling my little bowl. A steady stream of drool connects me to this container. My tumor starts to leak too.

"But you're wet. You're like a little whore. And little whores swallow their wetness well, don't they?". The long trickle coming out of my tumor is immediately returned to its place at the back of my throat.

Madame Inanna takes the opportunity to resume the exercise of exploring my drooling mouth. I lift my head to look into her eyes for the first time all evening. I discover her pretty face, all smiles, and her powerful, wild gaze. I wiggle my little buttocks, as Mistress Blanche taught me, to show how happy I am to make the acquaintance of a friend of my Mistress.

"You're a lucky little bitch, you know. You belong to Blanche and she's an exceptional woman." I bark immediately. I couldn't agree more.

I remain concentrated on sucking these fingers that have taken up residence in my oral orifice. I move my head back and forth in wide strokes, letting out a few sighs of pleasure and excitement.

This concludes the first part of my encounter with Madame Inanna. I'm allowed to rest for a while before tackling the next part. I lie on my back. This new vantage point gives me a better view of the place I'm in. Beautifully decorated, the hushed ambience blends perfectly with the background music.

I catch a glimpse of some instruments I'll get to know later. But my eyes linger on a bar suspended from the ceiling. I think of those who came before me, who were attached to this device. My thoughts are abruptly interrupted by Madame Inanna, who takes hold of a long rope and ties me firmly and energetically to the table.

My body starts shaking in spurts. Is this due to the chill from the first exercises? Or is it the fact that I'm about to find myself quite vulnerable, at the mercy of a stranger, with no idea of what awaits me? Probably a bit of both. I try to contain my shivers, but to no avail. My pendant bumps against my collar with each spasm, releasing a little tinkle that seems to please my torturer, who is busy sausaging little Julia.

Now secure and unable to move, I can't escape the wartenberg wheel that Madame Inanna conscientiously applies to my body, alternating intensities and the parts of my body "visited". My little tumor is no exception, but it bears direct witness to my masochism as it stands up in reaction to the multiple passes of this instrument over my body.

What sadistic laughter indicates the pleasure Madame Inanna takes in playing with me or of me.

Madame Inanna is a woman of contrasts. And she likes to alternate sensations by caressing me or kissing certain parts of my body before biting them. I don't know which way to dance. I never know what's in store for me next, which tends to reinforce my helplessness and the sensations offered by my immobilization.

I look at her, impressed by this situation. "You know you're going to suck me afterwards? You're going to take my big cock in your mouth!". I beg for mercy with my eyes but know it's a wasted effort when she grabs her belted dildo and slips it in under my half-frightened, half-excited eyes.

However, she doesn't put her money where her mouth is. She places two devices on my little bitchy nipples to stretch them out and connect them to this famous bar suspended above my head. Ouch! It pulls! But as the saying goes, you have to suffer to be beautiful...

Well feminized and tied up, I'm ready to suck and show off my lewd little bitch skills. Madame Inanna turns my head and pushes her dildo into my mouth. I squeal with pleasure! (I love sucking Mistress, as you know). The dildo sinks into my throat, comes out and goes back in again. My mouth is literally raped. I cough a little, take a breath and then resume my exercises.

"That's good, little dog. You're well trained! You know, you're lucky to be in Blanche's service. And she's lucky to have you." These words touch me deeply. I can't smile in thanks as my mouth is so busy, but I do give Madame Innana a look of gratitude. "We'll have to take you and Blanche together. Her in your ass, me in your mouth, then the other way around." (At this point, I have to admit that I've enjoyed my brain...)

The end of this beautiful experience approaches. Madame Inanna withdraws from my mouth, smears my tumor and begins stimulation work, with a strict ban on pleasure. I concentrate on obeying her. I'm at my limit, but manage to contain myself by letting my thoughts take me away from the present moment.

Madame Inanna frees me from my shackles. I thank her profusely, bowing to her, and leave happily, eager to meet up again with Mistress Blanche, who will certainly have heard about this experience, eager to be back at her feet or tied to her examination table.

I also leave happy to have met someone fundamentally different from my Mistress, but just as generous and caring, and whom I would be delighted to see again if my Mistress so wished.