A special board game

Seeing you again and spending a moment at your feet gives me a thrill. My first experience reassures me in this sense, and I renew all my confidence in you. I'm already soothed by the preparation and getting dressed, knowing that the moment is going to be magical once again. Straped at the wrists and ankles, perched on patent pumps similar to yours, I slide towards you to obey you while hooded in black latex.

My body no longer belongs to me; it's in your complete possession, like a draughtsman with a blank page. You choose one of my necklaces, and take the same one as last time, the widest, the most imposing. You begin to take possession of my body, slapping my buttocks, tickling me, scratching me... enough to make me electric.

Very quickly, I'm lowered to the lowest floor: on the floor, at your feet, to be restrained. Wrists joined at the ankles, I'm positioned on my side. My right cheek lies flat on the floor, so I can observe part of the spectacle of this pretty submissive being the subject of a particular parlour game. I can see you sauntering before my eyes, on your magnificent pumps, giving me strokes with your new floggers, kneading my cock and bursa with your firm hands and assertive feet.

As the board game progresses, you take care to prepare my anus after opening access by removing the strap from my harness, which passes through the crack of my buttocks. I hear the click of the glove and the tube of lubricant. That's when my body goes out of control: your lubricated finger enters me to dilate the area. No longer in control, I let myself be penetrated into the unknown, as if at the beginning of a search. Then I see the anal hook pass in front of me, quite impressive for the coldness it exudes.

It doesn't take you long to get it into me without difficulty. I love this pleasure of having an anal insertion. With the hook in place, I'm paralyzed and hardly move. You continue to tickle my penis, which hardens with each pass. I'm dying to go further, but you're the one in charge. You continue to play with this fettered submissive, I'm glad to see you're having a good time.

Then you continue to manipulate the anal hook which invades me in depth, tightening the ties even more, forcing me to keep a firm, arched position, I'm immobilized for good. My left hand, which had been detached to make way for the hook, no longer dares to move. All I have left is my sight, my hearing and my breathing. And so I'm stranded on the ground at your feet, savoring your power...

A few moments later, you release me and I'm back on my feet with you, arching my back like a whore in front of the fireplace. You take pleasure in hurting me, for my own good. Indeed, suffering for you is my pleasure, I take the blows one by one, even the punches on my buttocks. From time to time, you give me pelvic thrusts... my God... but your magic member is missing... the idea excites me... makes me hard... and you don't fail to slap my cock once more.

Then it was my turn to be put on all fours on the coffee table, to be exposed like a whore, my ass arched high. I continue to suffer, to be in pain, sometimes afraid (with confidence), but I overcome it... it's an endurance course that allows me to improve and satisfy you. You finally show me the final object after a few strokes of the cane: the whip. I'm dreading it more than anything else; it's scaring me because the pain is going to be intense. I think of your pleasure: I must suffer.

You start with light blows, but the heat from these burns rises violently. It's very hard, unbearable even. I scream and try to resist until the last 10 strokes. The 3rd was the most horrible, I suffered a lot but I have to admit it. My body is gone, and only my psychological capacity can help me withstand these final blows.

I counted the 10 strokes, you stopped the game... and you comforted me from this difficult moment. It's when I'm in your arms that I feel good, soothed, and my only desire is to start again to please you. Thank you, Madame.