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An intense weekend

We plan to meet up with Inanna Justice for a weekend in August. A few days beforehand, Madame asks me to put on my chastity cage, 10 days before our reunion. I thought about it, and finally accepted the challenge, as I'm not used to being caged for set periods of time. As the days went by, my excitement grew by the day... I got used to wearing my cage again, alternating between the silicone and metal ones... I took it off to go to work, put it back on when I got home... in short... I remained chaste and abstained from any pleasure with my sex. I allow myself a few anal penetrations to compensate a little for the lack and also to condition myself to become a bitch, a whore, you name it.

For the fourth time, I meet up with Inanna Justice to spend the weekend with other friends. The weather's nice and warm, it's summer, and under my pants is a metal cage that's been in place since the day before. A few chats to get to know some new faces, and it's time to get into the game.

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The start of an intense weekend.

 

Madame has asked me to pick a few branches of hortie. I comply with her request and enter the dungeon to offer her the bouquet she'll use to make me suffer. I'm naked, perched on platform heels and wrapped in plastic film around a vertical beam. My feet rest on a wooden wedge.

The excitement is palpable. Obviously, I'm held tight, and the hortie branches have been placed just beforehand: one on my back, the rest on my torso, and the itching begins. My body is completely immobilized, as is my head, gagged at the same time, and I'm at Madame's mercy as she removes the wooden wedge. I'm now glued to the beam and can't touch the ground. A few more tortures are added with the spike wheel to make me moan.

Liberation arrives, but the pain of the horties, bearable enough in the end, will remain a common thread for the rest of the day.

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Nettle marks.

 Time for a walk in the woods. Still naked and caged, Madame takes me to a bench. She has chosen her 2 swifts and her whip to make me suffer. Although I can control the impact of the swift, the whip is still difficult for me. I suffer, I scream, I endure, I accept the pain. That's where I belong: out there, isolated, offered up to Madame, who takes great pleasure in hurting me and beating me over and over again.

As time goes by, I immerse myself in submission...

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The whip, one of my favorite practices.

The evening arrives, and after dinner it's time to transform into a good little dog. Equipped with a dog hood and a plug with furry tail, Madame wants to go for a walk outside, in a public space not far from the house. Before leaving, Madame unexpectedly removes the chastity cage. She removes the main tube, then just as I'm about to pass my penis and testicles through one by one, she gives a sharp tug to get everything through at once. The pain is so intense, I scream out in pain for her pleasure. No doubt about it, she does what she wants with me. I love her sadism.

We set off. There's little chance of running into anyone in the countryside, so I'm forced to wander on all fours through a pedestrian tunnel. My knees and elbows quickly ache, as Madame has immobilized my arms with straps to keep them as close to the ground as possible. I'm a dog, pulled by a chain, only good for obeying and suffering. Disconnected from the person I am, I become a dragged animal, scantily clad, following Madame at her feet. This is where my pleasure comes in: losing control of who I am and becoming an animal that could be fucked anywhere in the wild.

Back at home, it's almost time to go to sleep at the foot of Madame's bed, haunted by excitement and my inferior male status. This outdoor outing, playing in the middle of nature, opens me up more to myself and the need to let go. I fall asleep with dreams of being fucked like a whore, a bitch, a slut... Here again, the choice is yours.

The next day, we continue playing outside. But it's still time to turn up the heat, isn't it?

Madame makes up my eyes to give a special effect. I'm excited during this lifting session. I'm made up like a woman, I become someone else... or rather simply, Inanna's good little submissive.

Still with my plug in my anus, I'm hooded and gagged like a pony. The harness gag is imposing, and I'm heavily immobilized at the head. I find myself in the forest, near an abandoned cabin, chained, squatting to a wire fence. My sex is hard at times, so Madame hooks a clamp with a first weight. Then, without delay, more weights are added, reaching around 750 grams. My sex is tortured, with a noise muffled by the pony-gag. My body is completely open to Madame, I'm just an object to be tortured, I have absolutely no control over anything, just like every time!

A little later in the afternoon, Madame asked me to go into the woods completely naked (yes, again!). This time, it was time to discover insulation by means of a full balaclava with only 2 holes for breathing through the nose. Madame wraps me in black cellophane and I'm completely immobilized, lying on a stone bench. Then comes the time to realize my submissive status, abandoned, in the middle of a wood, while Madame rests nearby with a book.

The minutes pass, I feel relaxed, I see nothing, I hear the sound of the wind, I feel the fresh air caressing my body and I pick up some footsteps. Perhaps Madame is moving, perhaps a stranger is curious about the scene... I don't know what could be happening and I'm not here to ask myself that question. I am and remain immobilized for as long as Madame decides - she's the only one who can decide the end of the game. After about 30 minutes, I'm free, starting to feel cold, and I put on my platform heels to go inside the house.

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You can see a video of this on my Twitter and FetLife.

The end of the weekend approaches, the last meal is eaten, interesting discussions are exchanged as night falls. It's almost time to go home... but... let's not forget that I had a dream last night...

Time for the last game...

I get dressed again, like a good little whore: black patent pumps, tights, garter belt, miniskirt, corset, balaclava and necklace... I enter the dungeon, discreetly lit for the occasion.

Madame orders me to lie down on the examination table and open my crotch. Madame then visits me.

I'm tied by a rope that links my 2 ankles together, passing through my neck, which forces me to keep my legs open and back. My sex is offered to Madame, who once again has free rein.

A little lubricant caresses my anus, and I'm quickly penetrated by a creamy dildo to dilate the area. The first in-and-out begins. Madame dildos me, and my ass opens up to her. I'm sodomized like a whore, I face Madame who takes pleasure and fucks me. I scream, I yell, I love it, I beg her to fuck me like a bitch... it hurts, my hole is enlarged, the passage is now sharp. Our eyes meet at times, his with a smile, mine overcome by pain. I'm being fucked.

After probably cleaning her dildo, she places it back on her to present it to me at eye level. I see it: big, black, and soon I'm forced to put it in my mouth. I suck on it and my mouth is filled to the brim, overflowing with saliva that doesn't know which way to go. Madame spits in my face to belittle me, spits on my penis, which is no longer of any use except for pain... The designation of my sex even becomes "clitoris"!

Then back to my new pussy, I'm penetrated again to be fucked. A vibrator completes the pleasure and Madame applies it to my cock to build up the excitement. Then, to avoid cumming like a vulgar male, the device moves down to the testicles before finishing on the anus. The aim is clear: to help the brain transfer my sexuality to the anus, the new pleasure point for what I've become: a good wet bitch. Because Madame has noticed: I got my pussy wet, and it wasn't the lubricant or the water from the enema!

Given the state I'm in, Madame whispers in my ear that she'd like to invite some girlfriends over one day, certainly to fuck me simultaneously. If I can give pleasure, I'm happy to.

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This weekend's grand finale.

I'm released from this intense moment to wash my back in the shower. I prepare to conclude our encounter, but I'm invited back to the dungeon to be tied to a vertical beam. My hands are securely tied high up. Madame hasn't finished taking care of me.

I'm going to suffer from her whips... She gives the first blows, and I suffer terribly. Each blow on my buttocks makes me squirm in all directions, but I can't escape. The ropes do their job, squeezing my wrists. I suffer for her. She continues, it's very hard. I accept the pain, I wonder how far she wants to go.

Another person enters the dungeon, a friend. He is designated to roll 4 dice. He rolls 15.

I will receive 15 strokes and am invited to count in English.

One... two... but I yell too loud. So Madame stuffs my mouth full of bondage-tape, then resumes.

I scream, but I can hear that the noise is muffled. I'm being tortured, but I'm fine... I keep counting, but being gagged, Madame cancels some of the strokes, probably to frustrate me.

I'm approaching the last few strokes, but I feel myself slipping away, letting go, losing control... the tears come as my screams are no longer enough to contain the pain. I'm at my worst when the last successive blows come, when I let go of everything and end up hanging by my arms...

Madame unties me to take me in her arms, on her lap, to comfort me... I'm shaking, I'm crying, I'm cold... but I feel fine deep down. I'm where I belong, at her feet, taking her abuse.

And so the weekend came to an end, with hard but rewarding moments. Thanks to Inanna, I was able to push back my limits that I didn't know I could go beyond. To her credit, she made me cry, and she knows where to take me for my own good. The trust we've built up over the last few months has enabled us to achieve unsuspected results. We haven't seen each other many times, but she's getting to know me well. She knows how to balance her domination with my personality.

Thank you, Madame.

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