the torture room<\/strong> but first she demands that I confess to her on my knees the reason for my presence and thus confess to her the fault for which Mistress Blanche has asked her to inflict the punishment that awaits me.<\/p>\n\n\n\nI'm immensely ashamed to confess that I thought of contacting another dominatrix to satisfy an impulse, as I was unable to appear before Mistress Blanche. I think it's worth pointing out that I didn't succumb to this temptation, not to escape punishment but to avoid her scorn. This preliminary step was psychologically very painful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then begins a hypnotic, intoxicating dance<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\nMadame Inanna brings her face close to mine, distilling sweet words while torturing my breasts, no doubt to better assess me. I can't contain my moans of pain and pleasure, which she encourages by embracing me, the better to plow my body with her sharp nails. Her beautiful eyes shine with satisfaction, but I also detect in them, not without apprehension, an intense gleam of perversity. The gentle warmth of her body brushing against me, her intoxicating perfume, her voice distilling a soft melody in the hollow of my ear, despite her nails lacerating my body and the torture inflicted on my nipples, I lose my footing, sucked in by a whirlwind of extreme sensations. The goal is achieved: I'm completely enslaved, under her total control, a ball of clay she can knead to her heart's content...<\/p>\n\n\n
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