{"id":3197,"date":"2021-06-12T05:45:25","date_gmt":"2021-06-12T05:45:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/inannajustice.com\/?p=3197"},"modified":"2023-11-13T20:41:54","modified_gmt":"2023-11-13T19:41:54","slug":"danse-martinets-2021","status":"publish","type":"temoignages","link":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/temoignages\/danse-martinets-2021\/","title":{"rendered":"The dance of the swifts"},"content":{"rendered":"

June 2021, my first meeting with you. I remember walking up the stairs to your apartment. My heart is beating wildly, and I wonder how I, a shy introvert, ended up on your doorstep on such a mild day. So I show up at noon for a two-hour session. Two hours was also the total time I'd spent with professional BDSM girls. In other words, for me, it's more or less like a first time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You greet me in a splendid outfit. You're ravishing, smiling, with powerful eyes and terribly intimidating. We have a drink, you try to relax me before the session begins, but I can still feel my heart pounding in my chest as I think of all that might follow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You begin by bringing me into your world in a very tactile way, nibbling my ear, pinching my nipples, caressing me all over, and I begin to relax quietly. Then, without warning, you take my breath away<\/strong> by covering your nose and mouth with your hand. I'm apneic, I'm concentrating, I'm relaxing, and I don't want to disappoint you on the first test.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time starts to pass and I wait for you to release my breath, but nothing does. I'm running out of air. I turn my head to let you know I'm running out of oxygen, and just then, you tighten your grip and whisper into my ear, \"5 more seconds\". I resist for another 5 seconds, then you whisper \"more\" and tighten your grip even more. I can't take it any more, you see, and you let me catch my breath... before repeating the ordeal once or twice more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The session begins with great intensity and I'm wondering how I'm going to last two hours under your spell. Before our session, I specifically told you that I wanted to practice bondage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I soon find myself naked, lying on my back, and completely tied up. My hands are in mittens, and I have no means of escape. I'm completely at your mercy. In this position, completely immobilized, you gag me and cover my eyes. Then everything blends together, I feel the cold of the chains you've placed on my body, the spikes of your roulette wheel, the caresses on my sex... I'm on the verge of cumming but you stop before I do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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