Two weeks ahead: Today, a short visio is scheduled with Inanna to discuss a few questions for our next session in two weeks. Yesterday, I was thinking about my various fears and I find myself stuck... I have an anxiety level that can go through the roof very quickly, but real fear? I don't know... My fears are mainly psychological, that I'll be abandoned or rejected for who I really am once I've dared to show it fully. I'm also afraid of being seen as really stupid. I'm also afraid of being taken back and set on fire without being able to defend myself, or of disappointing people, but I'm constantly playing with all that! She asks me if I agree to play with fake fluids... I'm intrigued but I accept. She asks me what I read and what kind of books or films I like... um... I'm a pretty good reader, I like a lot of things, but I answer that I like science fiction or psychological films! When it comes down to it, I like to be completely mindfucked! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Madame tells me about a list of multiple practices to complete. The next day, I fill in the 12 practice pages. Some I find amusing, others perplexing. I hesitate, I question, I clarify. Then I send it off, and may fate be kind to me... <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Six days before, Madame sends me a quick e-mail to say that she can't read me, compares my handwriting to that of a doctor and writes that it's not a compliment! She asks me to send back what I've written by e-mail, with a final threat. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Three days before, Madame asks me if she can film part of the session. I quickly give my consent, although my paranoid side wonders if it has anything to do with what she's planning. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Less than an hour before: Here Inanna sent me a voicemail on WhatsApp. Oh, I don't feel good about this... <\/em>She tells me that there's been a last-minute change on her side. - but of course! - <\/em>but that it wouldn't make any difference to me, that when I arrived I'd find the door ajar and could walk straight into the apartment without fear of the neighbors. - what an attention to detail to make me believe his story... - <\/em>shower as usual, then go straight to the dungeon after getting ready, and she'll meet me there as soon as she can. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Oh my God, what kind of double-cross is this? I don't believe it! If something had really come up, she's too professional, she'd have postponed the session, so it's certain she had something planned! But what is it? When is she going to arrive in the story? Will she be at the door? In the dungeon? In the bathroom? Maybe she'll get behind the door and kidnap me! Or will she find a way to observe me from afar? I don't fucking like this! I'm panicking !!!! <\/em>Panic! Panic! Panic! Panic! Panic! Panic! <\/p>\n\n\n\n Oh, she's good! I panic just before I get there. I was just thinking this morning how strange it was that she hadn't teased me a bit beforehand, to get me into this state. All it takes is one voice... one little voice and that's the state I'm in... <\/p>\n\n\n\n Once in front of the dungeon, I look up and down the street to see if she's landed at an angle to watch me enter. I see a redheaded woman crossing the street over there! - Oh no, it's not her! <\/em>This lady doesn't even have red hair, You're out of control, poor thing! <\/em>The story about the camera the day before yesterday might not be so insignificant after all... maybe she'll just film me waiting for her in panic in the dungeon? - No, Justine, it has to be there! <\/em>She'll hide there when I go in and maybe come out when I'm in the bathroom... or is she going to come and get me in the shower? <\/em>Justine, stop trying to imagine everything! Let go, you'll see! <\/p>\n\n\n\n It's 10am, I type in the code, go upstairs... I'm in front, it's hot and I'm scared... fatal combo. The door is indeed open: Come on in, if she's in the back, you'll know in 10 seconds!<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n I open the door... there's no one there! <\/p>\n\n\n\n With the fan on... and the dungeon door closed, I smile as I imagine Inanna waiting quietly behind it. I even want to say out loud: \"Hello! I'll be there in 5 minutes\" to let everyone know I know she's there! But I restrain myself... and you never know, she might not be there at all. <\/em>I drink a little and enter the bathroom. I mechanically lock the door: kidnapping in the shower is out of the question! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm making myself laugh! I hurry because I'm far too curious about what's going to happen to linger in the bathroom. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Go, Justine, go!<\/em> I take a deep breath and enter the dungeon... <\/p>\n\n\n\n The room is quite different from usual... everything is white, sheets have been placed all around and a medical table is in the middle. <\/p>\n\n\n\n At the entrance, there is... a man? A woman? An alien? <\/p>\n\n\n\n Who the hell is this stationary person staring at me? I'm fucking hallucinating! It's her! It's her! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The light in the room is bluish and Madame (if I can still call her that!) is there in alien make-up and disguise! She's scary like that! <\/em>I approach, not really knowing what to do. I'm clearly uncomfortable! I don't think the information that Inanna is standing in front of me as an alien has sunk in yet! <\/p>\n\n\n\n \" rkta rkata ouhhhmmmou rkta ouuuuuuhhh nieeeeeen \" <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She rushes towards me with a scream! I jump and start laughing. She presses rhythmically and painfully into the middle of my forehead and collarbone, like a woodpecker on a tree trunk, all the while crying out from somewhere else! <\/p>\n\n\n\n I realize the situation: I'm naked in front of Inanna who's dressed as an Alien. She's talking to me like an alien, ten times better than Jacques Villeret in Cabbage Soup! <\/p>\n\n\n\n I burst out laughing! <\/p>\n\n\n\n She slaps me, or rather he slaps me, because I can't ask her what kind of person she is! Her language comes from another galaxy! Despite the backhanded slap, I continue to laugh. It's ruined, you mustn't do things like that to me, I'm in for a long laugh! A game of fear? No way! It's going to be a laughing game! <\/em>Mindfuck is exceptional! I thought I'd come here to be scared, but I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I should never have told her I liked science fiction. That said, if she'd asked me what my favorite book was, I'd have replied: \"Apart from Harry Potter? The Little Prince\". She's right on theme! She must have fallen off her planet and is trying to tame me in her own painful way! Otherwise, it's \"La part de l'autre\" by E.E. Schmitt, but if I'd told her, she'd have turned into a dictator! <\/p>\n\n\n\n That said... an alien experimenting on me is almost the same thing after all! <\/p>\n\n\n\n After the slaps, the Alien rhythmically hits my left breast! - Does she have the same taste for the left side of my body as Inanna?<\/em> That's weird, it must be an InannAlien! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm still laughing at the same rhythm as those slaps hitting my breast! I can't get serious again! <\/em>She presses specific points on my head to hurt me... and it works! Then she grabs my arm and \"violently\" sticks me to the table! What a strong specimen! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The unidentified specimen continues to try to converse with me but I continue to understand nothing and laugh, so he continues to spank me and hit my breasts. I stop laughing to cry out in pain as my breasts begin to dislike it! She stops...we're very close all of a sudden and I put a blow in the camera that the ET is wearing on her without doing it on purpose. She wants to keep evidence too! <\/em>I remember that it's Inanna, and that her camera costs a lot of money and I just ran into it! I look up and say: Sorry... I see her with her make-up on her face and her Alien look and I burst out laughing again. I look away! Don't look at her, Justine! Don't you look at her! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n At last, I catch a glimpse of the real Inanna under the make-up, who almost laughs with me, but pulls herself together. I'm impressed by the way she handles her role! <\/p>\n\n\n\n \"Raaaaaakata huuuuuumm\" <\/em>she tells me! <\/p>\n\n\n\n By the way, when I said I liked accents, I meant human accents! <\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she starts hitting me like a woodpecker again. It must be her way of communicating, she keeps coming back to it. That and the torture of my breast, which she always hits in rhythm! That must mean \"Hello, how are you?\" in her language! <\/p>\n\n\n\n \"I don't understand your language, I don't speak your language!\" I said, amused. <\/p>\n\n\n\n - \"Humrktatattaa....ouuuuuuuuu\". <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She takes an erasable pen and starts writing on a blackboard... It means nothing! And after that it's me who writes badly? But at least I write in a known language! <\/em>She draws symbols, looking at me and speaking in her new language, which only she understands. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I say, \"Oh, absolutely! I've understood everything!\" <\/p>\n\n\n\n She stops writing, hits me again and then suddenly stops. She stands still again, arms outstretched. Oh God, this is awkward! What's she going to do? Should I try to communicate as an alien? <\/em>No, I can't, it's hard enough to look at her without laughing, if I start doing that, I'll never be able to play again. I try a vein of communication by putting myself in the same position as her. Maybe if I imitate her, something will happen... - Uh Justine, this is Inanna as an Alien, not a non-verbal child you're trying to communicate with at work. Okay, I'll stop it! <\/em>I feel uncomfortable waiting for what seems like an eternity! The music is really scary and the look on his face... She's going to kill me! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \"Rakttiririririririhulmmmmmm -PAF PAF PAF!\" <\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm startled, in pain and bursting out laughing at the same time! My breast is starting to get really sore from always wanting to hit it in the same place, and she's really done it this time! I've got a tit on my right, damn it! Leave that one alone! No, I didn't, I didn't! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She approaches the table, I step back... She shows me the table, which looks like an operating table except that there's a body bag on it... <\/p>\n\n\n\n Am I not supposed to survive the operation? <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She looks at me intensely and gestures to open the body bag little by little! Okay, now she's scaring me! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I remember this phrase MK uttered in a restaurant, in a friendly context, barely three months ago, we were talking about bondage and some \"morbid\" kink. From coffins, our exchange drifted onto body bags: \"you can never really be sure that the person isn't going to go berserk, so a word of advice: if one day Inanna pulls out a body bag, think again! She might be a psychopath who wants to cut you up! And get out! Get out fast, very fast! <\/em>\". <\/p>\n\n\n\n Of course, she was joking, but three months later, with the psychopathic look that the aforementioned InannAlien is giving me as she opens her body bag, these words may finally be full of wisdom and help to scare me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n She's not an Alien, she's a psychopath Justine! Run away! Run away very fast! Find a way, but run away! Maybe it's not even Inanna this unidentified specimen... maybe she's eaten him, taken his appearance and you're standing there laughing like an idiot!? Get lost! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm backing up more and more against the wall! I hesitate, I really want to try and escape from the dungeon, but it seems far too risky! She'd catch me in seconds! <\/p>\n\n\n\n She's banging on the body bag and screaming! She seems to want to communicate again... Okay... I get it, she's tapping the bag gently while looking at me, which must mean she wants me to get on the table. Gathering my courage, I approach her: she taps me on the buttocks, I step back. She slaps the bag again, I move forward, she slaps my buttocks, I move back again! She taps the bag once more, beckoning me forward. I move forward, she slaps my breasts and buttocks! I'm laughing! <\/p>\n\n\n\n \"I can't get on the table if I get tapped!\" Rktetatattatatattata...<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n There she goes again, rhythmically slapping my left breast! Sure enough, the brothel ate Madame, it has the same kink as her!<\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n I scream: either she hits harder and harder, or I hurt more and more! I grab hold of the edge of the table and sometimes try to dodge the blows, which doesn't please Spock's cousin at all, as she violently pushes my hand off the table to continue destabilizing me with increasingly strange screams. I take advantage of the fact that she's writing on the board again to climb up on the table. Ah, I saw Inanna come to for a microsecond, holding the table so I wouldn't fall... but she disappeared as quickly as she appeared. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She shows me a roll of medical bandage which she slowly unrolls before covering my head with it, as if I'd suffered a head injury. All that's left is my nose and mouth. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I can't see her anymore. At least it'll stop you laughing every time she meets your eyes, because just writing these lines, I see her again and go into instant giggles at every scene. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She stops making noise... then starts again... the music intensifies... she doesn't move or is it me? <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \"Rktttttttaaaahummmmmmmm...\"<\/em> she runs straight at me and my breast takes another dose of pain! <\/p>\n\n\n\n I scream, I scream, I scream! I breathe! and I scream! She's never seen boobs on her planet or anything, to hit him so hard! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She stops and suddenly lays me on the table. Oh lala I'm going to pass... <\/em>She's putting me in the body bag! You should have run, Justine! What are you doing here? <\/em>She leaves... then comes back with ice cubes which she puts on me, but not without running it over my breast first to hurt me! <\/p>\n\n\n\n I find myself strapped by belts into the bag she's closing around my neck. Suddenly, she tries to shove something in my mouth, it looks like a dental dam, what is this thing again! <\/em>Oh no, it inflates, it's an inflatable gag!? Hey, my mouth is going to explode! It hurts! <\/em>Note to self: never again come to Inanna Justice with a small canker sore. This thing is blowing up in my mouth! Ah great, it escapes and I can spit it out... she doesn't seem to like it because she's at it again! My mouth isn't a balloon! <\/em>She leaves me like this... I feel like she's come out of the dungeon? Relax Justine... yes bah it's not easy when you don't know what she's going to do to you next... shhh... sleep... or die I don't know but enjoy the bondage position.... <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n My breathing calms down... then speeds up again when I hear her coming back... she manages to hit me through the bag and hurt me to boot, how crazy is that! She takes off the bag and the damn ball, I still can't see anything and the psychological torture begins... Well, start... no, no, go on! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I can hear the sound of knives in my ear. Now you're going to be cut into pieces! <\/em>I can feel them on my skin and neck. <\/p>\n\n\n\n A\u00efe a\u00efe a\u00efe !! It hurts, I'm breathing really hard! A\u00efe a\u00efe a\u00efe! I want to cry, but not for relief, for fear! <\/p>\n\n\n\n And now she's approaching my breasts again. Oh no, not the pliers! Oh yes they are! \" <\/em>Aiiiiie! humm aiiie aaaaaaaah!\" <\/p>\n\n\n\n The InannAlien seems to enjoy hearing me suffer, and she cries out too. <\/p>\n\n\n\n No! You've got it all wrong! It wasn't an Alien who ate Madame Justice, it was Madame Justice who ate the Alien, that's for sure now! No Alien could be so obsessed with my breasts! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \"Aie aie aie... Ouh... ahhhhh ahahahahhaaaaaa\" <\/p>\n\n\n\n How long has she been torturing me? I feel like I've been here since yesterday! Somebody help me! <\/p>\n\n\n\n She brings her hand up to my nose! Oh no, my mouth's all tied up, all I've got left is my nose, and now she wants to suffocate me!<\/em> My heart is racing...she's having fun plugging and unplugging my nose to the beat! Perhaps she's never seen a human nose? <\/em>Hers is topped with star-shaped piercings that make her make-up look like she's got antennae pointing towards Orion or some planet like that! <\/p>\n\n\n\n She removes the clamps after having a bit too much fun with them for my liking! Ah well, not enough yet, because now she's hitting me again with an object; I'm guessing a riding crop, but the pain on my breast is searing, it's already bruised so I'm screaming! <\/p>\n\n\n\n She stops and pinches it, twists it. God, it hurts. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm sure giving birth hurts less than that.... um... we'll see... later... <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I've got my sight back...so I'm laughing again when I see it! Having sound is funny, but sound plus image, that's another level! I'm always surprised to see that she never steps out of her role! How does she keep from bursting out laughing? <\/p>\n\n\n\n At this point, I realize that I kind of miss hearing him laugh while hurting me! <\/p>\n\n\n\n She's now showing me all sorts of strange objects, including an antenna. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But what does she want to do to me? <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She approaches a jar, which she's already shown me several times, shakes it... there's an egg inside, and what looks like eyes! but why is she showing me an egg? I still don't get it! She's not going to make me eat it, is she? <\/em>She shakes him again, her gaze crazily intense, when she blurts out in a fluent voice: <\/p>\n\n\n\n \"babyyyy!!!\". <\/p>\n\n\n\n I burst out laughing! It reassures me that she's still here too! <\/p>\n\n\n\n She picks up a chopstick, and hits my thighs with it: \"ouch ouch ouch!\" The Alien seems to like it! She's sadistic! Where's this planet with sadistic ETs like that? It's not for me, it's for a friend...<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n And then... it stops! <\/p>\n\n\n\n \"Oh boy!\" She's at it again! <\/em>I watch her from my operating table, not moving a muscle. I know exactly what she's going to do, but when an eternity ( I'm exaggerating) later, she screams: \"BOUHHHH!!!\". I jump and laugh before she comes back to hit me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n She ties me up... arms... and feet, not without hurting them in the process... and puts a mask over my head so I can't see anything again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n It's crazy, she'd managed to make me forget the real sound of her voice. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She resumes her role two seconds later and her reptilian screams take over again... She draws on my body with liquid latex, which is almost pleasant, but less so when she wants to pull it off. While I'm waiting for them to harden, she takes a mini flashlight and shines it in my eyes, hurting me with the tip! Oh lala! It hurts like hell! Aaah ahhh ahhh! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She ties my legs apart... Okay, that's a gynecologist's table...<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/em>She comes back to me with her jar... \"baby baby! baby!\" <\/p>\n\n\n\n Yes, I get it, I'm having an Alien baby! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She puts a retractor in my mouth, which isn't very pleasant but you get used to it... Now she starts peeling off the latex piece by piece as if she were tearing my skin. Then she pretends to eat it in front of me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n She's trying to eat me !!!! I knew it !!!! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n God, it's disgusting, but she goes on screaming...or trying to make me think she's going to make me eat it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Now she's hitting me with a dildo! Hey, that thing hurts! I never thought of using it to strike! <\/em>At times, she plays on my fear with her hands, pretending to hit me without actually doing so to startle me. It works every time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n It looks like it's time for the fetus to be implanted...but before that, you still have to simulate intercourse, you don't just get pregnant! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The Alien seems to want to experiment with female genital pleasure. So she penetrates me with strange objects, including one that hurts! After seeing the device in question post-session, I'm informed that it didn't want to enter. No wonder! <\/em>Ten seconds before, the object in question touched my anal area, and I felt my whole body, from my toes to the tips of my hair, tense up in a millisecond, without the slightest control on my part. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Justine, calm down! She knows, she's read! She knows, so calm down, it's just a slide like you have every time you have sex... - Yeah, but I'm not tied up and gagged on a table with an alien every time I have sex! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She removes the thing that hurts, and plays with a vibrator and another dildo that she shows me, and that fits her, hum... ok I think I'll stay here after all... it's cool.... yes at the same time you can't leave you're attached... <\/em>Here I am screaming differently... but aaaah what awful teasing. I finished the whole session with my lower abdomen in tension because the Alien stopped everything just as I was about to have an orgasm, she's not so nice this Alien after all! \ud83d\ude08\ud83d\udc7d\ud83d\udef8\ud83c\udf46 <\/p>\n\n\n\n She lets the dildo hang inside me and picks up the jar again... That's it, I'm getting an Alien egg implant! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n She opens it, and I smell a rotten egg that fills the room. She waves her hand to let me know that it smells bad and approaches me to sniff it harder! My God, what did she put in there? <\/em>He's in a liquid that looks viscous. <\/p>\n\n\n\n She goes back to implanting it and plays with the gooey liquid that's now coming out of my pussy. The sight is both funny and quite creepy. She removes the dildo, which she now carries like a baby in her arms, and presents it to me, cradling it. I repeat, this woman is a big freak! But then... very very big! <\/em>I laugh.... E.T. leaves the room and Madame returns. <\/p>\n\n\n\n She's still an alien, but she talks and walks normally, no more of those strange little steps she used to take to get around. She unties me and starts to remove the remaining latex, which looks very satisfying... \" When I read on your questionnaire that you spend your life waxing; it gave me this idea!\" Ah yes... great, that wasn't the point! <\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n She asks me to get off the table. I've got latex all over my hair and back... <\/p>\n\n\n\n How are you? Are you ok? Has she seen the head of my breast? I'm not even sure it's a breast anymore! It's starting to turn purple. Ah but in fact; maybe she wanted me to have the skin of an Alien! <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n After clearing the table a little, I look around the dungeon. There's stuff everywhere, and it's as if a tornado had passed through. She comes back with some plastic in which she mummifies my trunk, then asks me to get back on the table, which is now a cage again, but on my back. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \"Justine! You know I'm going to have to punish you! What! But why? <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \"You've been abducted by aliens because you're not careful, you go to dangerous places. So you've been abducted by an alien, of course! <\/p>\n\n\n\n I nod no. She looks at her phone. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I'm laughing! It's really funny, I call her Madame when she's always dressed as an alien when I'm not. <\/p>\n\n\n\n First shot! Ouch!!! My buttocks are cold<\/em> ! It hurts but it should be okay. First she gives me the blows one by one, then five by five. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Between each set, she turns around to hurt me elsewhere or scratch me. She attacks my feet! I scream! she goes back...I scream again... <\/p>\n\n\n\n Every time she speaks to me, I now reply by calling her Madame, and her face is exceptionally surprised. I'm a little surprised myself, but not that surprised... Being on first-name terms with her out of frame has created this need to really mark a difference. So \"Madame\" comes more naturally when it should logically have been the other way round, but I've always worked backwards, I'm twisted! <\/p>\n\n\n\n The session ends with a special aftercare: removing the latex from my hair. Then a cuddle, followed by another delicate hair-pulling. It's always exceptional to see how this woman can go from the strictest sadism to extreme gentleness in a matter of seconds. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n So here we are, half an hour in a suddenly very bright dungeon, trying to get the latex out of my tangled hair. Google will enlighten us about putting olive oil, and here I am with Puget on my head... but youpi it goes!<\/em> Finally it's going... I still need his help in the shower because it's all over me... \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Note from Inanna Justice:\n
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