{"id":3066,"date":"2021-05-03T19:34:05","date_gmt":"2021-05-03T19:34:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/inannajustice.com\/?p=3066"},"modified":"2023-11-13T20:45:12","modified_gmt":"2023-11-13T19:45:12","slug":"araignee-tactile-2021","status":"publish","type":"temoignages","link":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/temoignages\/araignee-tactile-2021\/","title":{"rendered":"A tactile spider"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Sir\u00e8ne m\u00e9lodieuse then reveals herself to be a tactile Spider who has anesthetized her prey to better consume it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes, as Dominatrixes, we ask our sisters to look after our submissives. Sometimes as a punishment, sometimes as a reward. Submissive has been sent by Mistress Blanche<\/a>Blanche, a woman I admire enormously, not only for her practices, but also for her intelligence, good humor, finesse and sadism. Her submissive made a serious mistake and Blanche sent him to my home for a punishment session. Here's her report. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

3 p.m. sharp, I arrive at Madame Inanna's.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the usual hygiene preliminaries, Madame Inanna is surprised that I'm not wearing a Maitresse Blanche collar. She immediately remedies this and attaches the leash that materializes her total takeover of me. She then drags me into 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\n

I'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\n

Madame 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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