I take time for myself, I discover myself, who am I? What do I love?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I find out about everything, literally everything!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One day I came across a report about someone who had tried his hand at BDSM.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I watch with great attention and then it hits me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Letting go is exactly what I need.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I continued my research, investing in a variety of equipment and experimenting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first it was ca-ta-strophic!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One move and it was over, impossible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, for once, I'm looking, again and again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I'm experimenting again, and it's holding up, well, a little longer...<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And so it goes on, until one day I find a position that constrains me for a set time thanks to a timer padlock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I try 2 minutes, 5, 10, then 30!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
30 minutes...<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n For some it may seem short, for others long, but for me, in this situation, with these liabilities, I discovered myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Deprived of sight and movement, I listened to myself, I felt myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My breathing, my body, my smell, the noises around me, the sweat dripping off... It was fascinating to see that the greatest constraint is freedom, when you see how much you're missing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A mixture of unsuppressed pleasure and the discovery of senses that have been little used until now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I experimented in many different ways and each time I experienced new sensations, different thoughts, different reactions... Fascinating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I can't help but continue to learn about the subject and my research continues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I visit various sites related to the BDSM milieu and from thread to eel I arrive on the first site of a dominatrix that I visit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Interesting, very interesting, the practices alone are limited but accompanied by the right person it opens up a whole world of leisure and discovery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So I continue my exploration of this world, much larger than I could have imagined.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One site, two sites, three sites, each time a little voice in my head would say \"something's wrong, this isn't the right person\" or \"are you really ready to get into this?\".<\/p>\n\n\n\n Are you ready? Am I ready?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of course not, I'm just exploring, I didn't send anything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As the weeks went by, I took a small part of my free time to continue my research, but the idea never crossed my mind again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But one day I clicked on another site, which I hadn't seen until now, of a dominatrix.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I visit the reception desk, look at the photos and then realize that the little voice in my head is saying nothing, absolutely nothing...<\/p>\n\n\n\n So I keep on exploring, I see that at the very bottom there are some recent testimonials, which I don't consult right away, first the rest of the site, I might as well save the best for last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The practices, the scenarios and the... THE... THE FAQ (frequently asked questions)!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Why do I say it like that? Because this FAQ contains, in answer to certain questions, links to other parts of the site that have yet to be explored.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I thought I'd seen it all, but no, the more I visit, the more there is, which isn't a bad thing because it's a goldmine of information.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wanted to learn, but not too fast, so I took it one step at a time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then there are the testimonials, which are simply fascinating (a word I use a lot, but one that represents my level of interest). Through the writings of others, you can feel what it was like, and the degree of trust placed in each party.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I have read many of these testimonials. <\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart was racing as I read, but... for once... it wasn't stress!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Remember the little voice in my head? Here it is again, but this time...<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just do it...<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n PARDON?! Ah no no no no no, that's absolutely out of the question... What am I thinking? I can't get it through my head!<\/p>\n\n\n\n So I'm closing the site.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few weeks later, I decided to reopen the site out of curiosity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just curious? Come on... I'm not fooling anyone!<\/p>\n\n\n\n I open the application form, which I fill in openly and honestly, and I send it... I send it... No, I can't do it, it's all filled in, but... I can't do it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm stuck for a long time in front of my screen, motionless, weighing up the pros and cons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \"Pros: a new, well-supervised experience, new sensations, absolutely total letting go!\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n \"Against: Nothing?\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n But if there's nothing against it, why can't I do it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n So I contact the person with whom we talk about absolutely everything. My best friend, we've known each other for a very long time and we know practically everything about each other; he's my confidant, my refuge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I tell him everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He asks me about safety, and I reply that everything seems to be under control.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then we talk about it, again and again, the time just flies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After many exchanges with him, I returned to the site, filled in the form again and after that...<\/p>\n\n\n\n I clicked!<\/p>\n\n\n\n In this amazing adventure I'm telling you about, there was 5 steps<\/strong> complicated, that simple click that may seem so insignificant was the first of these<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wait... Did I really just do that? Me? The guy who doesn't tell anyone about his life? I just laid it all out there for someone I only know from his website? I'm crazy... But I'm dying to know what's next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One Sunday in March, I logged on to my mailbox in the evening after a weekend spent with my family. I wasn't expecting anything in particular, but something caught my attention: an e-mail with the subject line \"Rencontre Inanna Justice\"!<\/p>\n\n\n\n I open the e-mail and see that my application has been accepted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, a moment of distraction with myself. It's official, I wanted to play, now it's too late to turn back... But... I don't want to turn back!<\/p>\n\n\n\n I reply to the e-mail. We agree on a date for a two-hour session and a date for a preliminary video, which will take place literally the day after our exchanges.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart's pounding, even if it's only by video, I'm going to meet this impressive woman whose sadism and gentleness are praised by everyone on her site.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What delicious madness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Here we are, the day of the famous visio. I don't know what to expect, I don't know what to say, I'm completely out of my comfort zone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I connect to the link a few minutes early, but wait until the hour to press the \"knock\" button.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Will I do it? Am I really ready to go that far? I'm plagued by questions like parasites trying to make me doubt, but I pay them little heed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It's time. I panic. I take a deep breath, count to 3 and again... I click.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As you can see, this \"knock\" button was the complicated second stage<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wait, the seconds seem like an eternity, and in no time at all, there she is, in front of me, at last... Behind the screen of my phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame starts the conversation by asking me to introduce myself and talk about myself. I hate it, but I comply as best I can.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We then discuss the details of my visit, safety rules, safewords, the amount of time I'll be spending there, a live event the day before, etc...<\/p>\n\n\n\n Time passes quickly and we reach the end of the exchange, confirming the date and the end of the conversation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm happy, very happy, very very stressed... Oops... Another step forward and the emergency exit door gets further away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At this point I'm sure I'll do it, in 6 days I'll get up, get ready, and go live a new adventure perfectly supervised by Madame... That is... If I really have the courage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But the day's not over yet!<\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm a writer, and I like writing a lot, so it was at the famous D-6 that I wrote all these lines, right up to the famous first click to send the form.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It helps me find my way through my ideas, which I too often lose my way in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Wait... Would Madame be interested in this text? She loves beginners and I'm talking about my discovery of the BDSM world and how I discovered her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When in doubt... Who knows... You might as well send it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I start writing an e-mail, mentioning this text, but it's not the only element.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My curiosity getting the better of me, I return to the site to reread testimonials I've already read over and over again, but these ones not only fascinate me, they motivate me to go all the way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As I read on, I realized that some of the points I had entered in the form were no longer in line with what I wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I'll come back to these points in the same e-mail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Finally, I'm talking about a few imperfections on my physique due to multiple reasons (operations, allergies, etc...).<\/p>\n\n\n\n I know, I know for a fact that he's not interested in the physical, but I'll say it all the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Answer received from Madame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I open it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As far as the points on the form are concerned, well noted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When it comes to looks, unsurprisingly, it's attitude and behavior that interest her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Well, I have the attitude of someone who's discreet and reserved and the behavior of... Someone who's discreet and reserved. It's not nonsense when I tell you that I'm really out of my comfort zone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Finally, concerning my writing, Madame likes my pen and understands better why I've been so sensitive to other people's testimonials.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm delighted. I want to make my contribution and show all those like me who are hesitating that if I can go all the way, anyone can.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But at the end... I'm not there yet, am I?<\/p>\n\n\n\n It's a long wait, and I sincerely hope it's worth it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No, I hope not, I'm sure of it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n As agreed with Madame, I have to confirm my presence on the day of the session the day before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I do it, write the e-mail and send it without the slightest difficulty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But it's only after I've sent this e-mail that my two neurons connect and I realize.<\/p>\n\n\n\n D-Day... IT'S TOMORROW!<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don't know what to expect, and my sensations are always the same, a mixture of stress and envy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anyway, it's done, I've said it, tomorrow I'll be there!<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was sure I'd have a bad night with the stress of the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I slept very well and woke up to the sound of birdsong, 5 minutes before my alarm, surely a sign.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But I know what day it is, I know what's planned, I sit cross-legged in bed, hesitating between running away or assuming. As I've said before, my ideas often get mixed up, but it was clear that it was definitely too late to turn back, and it was especially clear that I didn't want to despite these parasitic thoughts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So I get up, get ready, have a hearty but not too heavy breakfast (on Madame's advice), make sure I've got all my stuff, and off I go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n All the way to Madame's house on public transport, I listen to music that I like and that relaxes me, while doing breathing exercises. I want to go, but the panic is still there, so I work on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I arrive at the meeting point half an hour early, so I head off to a caf\u00e9 not too far away to settle in and enjoy a good cup of coffee while I wait for the scheduled time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I return to the address given by Madame 5 minutes early, but I wait for the right time to call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Once on the line, she gives me the code and I enter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In my head at that moment it's \"I'm entering Madame's lair\".<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame greets me with a glass of water and we start chatting about various subjects while I drink the water. Am I taking my time, out of stress or because I enjoy our exchanges? Well, both to be honest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I tell her about one of my fears, I know for a fact that I'm going to get my money's worth out of it, but I've set limits, and taking those limits into account, how is she going to get her money's worth?<\/p>\n\n\n\n She explains that her joy comes from the discoveries we make during her sessions. I drink her words with passion, along with my glass of water, and I'm ready for the next step. Madame asks me to take a shower and tells me to get down on my knees and knock when I'm ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So I take a shower, the water temperature is perfect but I don't want to keep Madame waiting too long, I brush my teeth and dressed only in boxer shorts, I get down on my knees and... I do nothing. Several seconds pass and I don't dare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now that's enough! I'm here, so I'm going.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I breathe, count to 3 and pass this THIRD STEP<\/strong> complicated process of knocking on the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I listen, hearing the sound of Madame's boot heels as she approaches the room I'm in. She opens the door, looks at me, gets down to my level and puts a necklace on me, explaining the symbolism of the gestures. I hardly dare look her in the eye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She gets up and orders me to follow her into the main room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don't look at what's around me, I concentrate on this goddess present in the room with me. She analyzes me, caresses me and, with a smirk, lets me know that she's not satisfied with her first choice of necklace, so she takes it off and chooses another, more massive one, like a neck brace that partially blocks the movements of my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The analysis and caresses continue, tickling (I'm EXTREMELY ticklish) but I try not to react. I close my eyes to make the most of the moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I open them again, I see her approaching me with a gag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \"Open up!\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n I'll do it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \"Here it's like at the dentist, even if you don't articulate, I'll understand what you're trying to say.\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n It's reassuring, but I already had full confidence in her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame moves away, then approaches a table where she asks me to climb up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Being particularly tall, it wasn't easy, but we finally managed to get me settled in, and I'm starting to get that feeling that what's about to happen to me is going to take me somewhere else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madam, having surely noticed that I often had my eyes closed, decided to blindfold me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Unable to see, unable to speak, I could only rely on my sense of hearing, smell and touch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I listen and feel Madame's gentle voice, her delicious perfume, the sound of the shackles arriving and which she carefully installs little by little as she continues to caress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n SURGEON<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame laughed, she'd just run her hand over a very sensitive part of my belly, where I'm certainly the most ticklish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \"It's not easy with people who are very ticklish\".<\/p>\n\n\n\n I want to answer, but what would an \"Oh yes, I'm in a good position to know\" look like with a gag in my mouth? I just laugh and nod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so the session continues, the restraints flowing in little by little, mingled with Madame's caresses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hands immobilized along the table, feet practically glued to thighs, arms at sides.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And at that moment, I'm already somewhere else, in a place where the notions of space and time no longer exist. I breathe, I listen, I occasionally hear Madame's voice or little giggles, I don't know why, but I'm glad I do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm very partially brought back to reality by a shrill noise I recognize, the sound of chains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame places them on my practically naked body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It's cold, I can feel it, Madame says jokingly. Cold, but pleasant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I love the contrast between the coolness of the chains and the warmth of Madame, the weight that makes me feel my belly and ribcage swell more as I breathe deeply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So we stay there, unable to tell you how long because I'm still in this trance-like state where nothing matters anymore, I'm making the most of the present moment. I remain in this empty space of thought where the only thing I feel is my body tightening on itself little by little with all Madame's gentleness, benevolence (and a little sadistic side).<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then I feel something, a little pain in my arm and my hand slightly numb. I could pronounce the safeword to say that this particular link around my body is too tight, but I can't... because I don't want to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I remain silent, breathing deeply, every swelling of my body makes me feel these restraints, and it's particularly pleasant to know that I'm here, at the mercy of someone who will never do me the slightest harm, that I'm completely disconnected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Time goes by and Madame begins to free me from these shackles little by little.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The moment comes when she removes the one that was a little too tight (or not, since I didn't say anything) and I feel the tingling in my hand as I move it, Madame sees it, laughs and tells me that some people ask for it to be tighter precisely so they can enjoy the tingling. I understand, it's not unpleasant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Here I am, free again, free to see and speak, but completely elsewhere. Madame asks me how I'm doing, and I want to reply \"Divinely well, it's incredible how I feel\", but I can't express these ideas, so I stammer out a few words that seem to make no sense to me, but Madame smiles and replies \"Fine\", so I suppose I must have said something that made sense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame explains that the session isn't over yet. She would have liked to leave me in this trance state, but she wanted to try something else. She shows me a bodybag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He was one of the few things I noticed when I entered the room and, secretly, I hoped it would come to this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \"We'll see if you can fit inside, otherwise I've got plenty of other solutions\", followed by a sneer that reveals his sadistic side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm always somewhere else, so I don't dare imagine \"other solutions\". I follow Madame's orders, settle in and miracle, just the right size!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before proceeding to completely enclose my body in this bodybag, Madame delicately installs a balaclava. Impossible to see through, two small holes at nostril level to let the air through, mouth completely free. No gag this time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \"I'm going to settle you in, I don't want you to try to help me, I'm going to guide your body\".<\/p>\n\n\n\n I let go and let her do it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Once I'm settled, she closes it and adds a few more restraints to keep me in place. The slightest movement is practically impossible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Here I am again, deprived of most of my senses, almost all of them to be honest, I love it and I can clear my head again while listening to the music Madame has turned up so I can hear her through the hood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From time to time I feel her touching me, caressing me, showing me that she's there, watching over me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then... Nothing... Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I can't realize what's going on, completely lost in this darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It's an indescribable sensation, but so pleasant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Am I still here? Of course you are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Is Madame still there? Yes, I can feel her hands around my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Is she talking to me? No, I can only hear the soft music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Again, I can't tell you how long I've been in this state, but I can feel Madame beginning to undo the ties and set me free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She pulls me out of the bag, takes off the hood, talks to me, asks me questions and I try to answer as best I can, but I'm not back yet. She knows, I can hear her laughing. I express my absence and the fact that I haven't seen the time, and she tells me that it's the same for her and that it's the symbol of a successful session.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Madame brings me a glass of water and a blanket to cover me if I'm cold. It's soft, I take it but I don't cover myself, this softness helps me to return little by little to reality. a complicated fourth stage<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I drink the glass of water, get up and head back to the shower. Hot water has never felt so good on my skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I get dressed and return to Madame for our debrief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We talk about the session, which I feel was a huge success.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We continue to talk about anything and everything, and then the moment comes when I have to leave, making a promise that I'll be back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Once outside, I understood: there she is, the fifth and final complicated stage<\/strong>a return to everyday life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the way home, it's a real mix of emotions. 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J-3<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
J-1<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
D-Day<\/h2>\n\n\n\n