A session I'd been looking forward to for a long time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It must have been postponed, and that month of waiting had only made her crave it even more. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is my fourth time at the dungeon. After the initial discovery, the immersion, and a session that focused more on what I already enjoyed and what I wanted to explore further\u2026 today, I\u2019m really starting to understand what my body is asking for\u2014and what it still wants to discover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For those three hours, I had simply told Madame that I wanted to continue with anal play, delve deeper into bondage, and explore two areas that were still uncharted territory for me: urethral play and bodily fluids. Spit. Urine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I'm the kind of person who analyzes and plans ahead. So I also mentioned my desire to let go\u2014to no longer be able to predict what will happen next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The day is finally here. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The welcome is as warm as ever\u2014it almost feels like home now. The tension I\u2019d felt on previous visits fades more quickly. After my shower, the session begins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before long, one of my legs is chained. The woman approaches. She inspects my body with an almost clinical slowness, and then the first spittle begins to fall. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I shudder. She sees it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can hear her drinking a lot\u2014a detail that will come up later\u2014and she comes back to get me all wet with meticulous precision. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00abI\u2019m going to get you dirty today,\u00bb she had warned. She\u2019s keeping her word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before long, I\u2019m sitting there, arms spread wide, exposed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something puzzles me, though. My legs are free, resting at my sides. Usually she ties me up all over, tightly. My analytical mind kicks in. I note the anomaly. The explanation will come later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She moves on to the next thing without a break, with a fluidity that reveals both her experience and the pleasure she takes in performing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A vibrating butt plug slides inside me. Then something small and precise attaches itself to the tip of my penis. I can\u2019t see a thing. My curiosity grows. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Patience doesn't last. The object begins to vibrate. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sensations build too quickly, too intensely. In just a few seconds, I come all over myself, under the amused gaze of Madame, who\u2019s making fun of me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I just love that joke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I came to, I finally understood why my legs weren't tied down. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
They find themselves suspended in midair. Their toes are attached to nipple clamps. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The real predicament is just beginning. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The lady gives me a choice: hold the difficult leg position, or endure the excruciating tension on the clamps. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can already tell, from the way she looks at me, that I'm the one who'll give in first. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of course, my legs eventually give out. The clamps snap off. His sadistic laughter echoes, and that laughter gives me even more pleasure. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I've lost count of how many times the scene has played out. Strangely enough, each time I enjoyed it a little more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she lets go of my nipples. She ties up my cock and attaches it to my tongue with a clamp. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A new dilemma. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As someone who plans for everything and is always trying to figure out what lies ahead, this predicament completely threw me off balance. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The hardest part wasn't the movement of her tongue, which \u00abjerked\u00bb my dick every time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The hardest part was the pain on my tongue. It immediately brought tears to my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When it's all over, I tell myself that the theme of the predicament is over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The lady adjusts my position. I find myself lying comfortably with my legs in the stirrups. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She explains the urethral catheter to me in simple terms, then begins to insert it slowly and carefully. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I'm relaxed. It feels strange, but pleasant. I let myself go even more. I feel the probe going deeper. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
His fingers slip into my ass, which has already been prepared by the vibrating plug. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The combination is instantly delightful. She finds my prostate very quickly. She stimulates it, overstimulates it, but she reads my body with almost unsettling precision: she stops every time just before I come. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A vibrator is added. The waves of pleasure grow more and more intense. She continues to keep me on the edge. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The anal handjob intensifies even more. At one point, I think to myself that she might actually manage to fist me. I'm so relaxed, so filled with this floating sense of bliss, that I just let her do it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All good things must come to an end. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Soon after, another predicament: on her elbows and knees. The position would be too easy on its own. She adds an anal hook connected to the gag. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I'm holding up pretty well. I even feel\u2026 good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When she unties me, I can tell the session is coming to an end. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just a little pinch. I want some more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman has me lie down on my back. Calmly, she positions herself above me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I finally understand why she drank so much. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
His warm urine begins to run down my body. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A feeling of comfort and total relaxation washes over me. I watch her urinate with precision, waiting with a kind of gentle impatience for it to reach my head. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That won't happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The session ends with this final touch, which I had almost forgotten among my other desires. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I have to admit that once Mistress had turned her back, I tasted her urine while it was still warm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, all I have left is a burning desire to keep exploring these new practices. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Urine. Spit. Predicament. Urethra. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can't wait to be back in Mistress's expert hands.<\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":10747,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_kadence_starter_templates_imported_post":false,"_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"_kad_post_classname":""},"class_list":["post-10746","temoignages","type-temoignages","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/temoignages\/10746","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/temoignages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/temoignages"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10746"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10747"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10746"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}