{"id":5530,"date":"2022-01-09T16:29:47","date_gmt":"2022-01-09T14:29:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/inannajustice.com\/?post_type=temoignages&p=5530"},"modified":"2023-11-13T17:13:54","modified_gmt":"2023-11-13T16:13:54","slug":"sadiques-2022","status":"publish","type":"temoignages","link":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/temoignages\/sadiques-2022\/","title":{"rendered":"Sadistic laughter: testimony January 2022"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sadistic laughter<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I'd already had previous experience with a Professional Dominatrix<\/strong>. A short experience, 4\/5 sessions at most. An initiation. This Domina offered me a magnificent opening into an unknown world, secretly fantasized, a priori impenetrable for me, sulphurous and forbidden. I'll always be grateful to him for that.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I felt the need to go beyond that, to test other sensations, and probably also my limits. Above all, I dreamed of more \"hard\" scenes, whips and riding crops that snap<\/strong> around me...a more assumed perversity and sadism. But without knowing exactly where to go, without being able to precisely define my desires and needs. And I didn't really know whether reality could match my fantasy; would I be able to keep it up?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Obsessed by these thoughts, I started wandering around the internet, looking at some specialist sites, searching. By chance, I came across the website of Inanna Justice. I was immediately fascinated by her photos, videos and writings. I shuddered when I read the testimonies of some of her submissives; I was moved when I read the kindness in her words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I answered his questionnaire\/contact form, trying to do it right, i.e. trying to explain in writing what I liked or didn't like about it. It was a difficult exercise, since, as a good beginner, I had hardly experienced anything... how could I really know what I liked? What I could and couldn't do? I threw myself into the adventure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After an initial pleasant video exchange scheduled for the very next day, where I was able to discover a smiling, pleasant (and reassuring) person, the first session was scheduled for two days later, on a Sunday at 4pm; very quickly indeed, almost too quickly I thought. Barely enough time to prepare myself mentally... well, in fact, during those 48 hours of waiting, not only did I not prepare myself at all, but my state of feverishness increased all the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was going through all kinds of emotions; excitement and apprehension were growing<\/strong>. I drew up all sorts of scenarios, I made films, I imagined a thousand old or new fantasies that might or might not come true, I asked myself all sorts of questions; in reality I was freaking out just fine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then came the time, the day and the hour to get there; the stress reached its peak as I arrived at the foot of her building. As I climbed the stairs, my stomach churning, the door ajar, I was immediately greeted by a tall, beautiful woman in a leather skirt and leather boots, with two piercing blue eyes. She immediately impressed me, physically, and at the same time made me feel confident with her radiant smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I immediately sensed in his eyes and smile the benevolence I had come to expect from reading his texts. We exchanged a few words over a drink before getting down to business. Once this initial confidence-building phase was over, she suggested I go to the bathroom, take a shower, put on my appropriate clothes - i.e. nude - and knock on the door when I was ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"Catsuit