1, 2, 3...ORGASM!
“Christine had heard of me as the best orgasm giver in the area and wanted to have a private session with me. Frédéric, 33 years old. It was by word of mouth that Christine had heard of my name, and, from what she told me, she was immediately very intrigued by the description that had been made of me. : I was supposedly the best giver of compulsory orgasms in the region. She then wondered what an "imposed orgasm" was and, during an evening in a dungeon, she had not hesitated to ask me the question point blank, without even knowing me. This bothered me a bit at first, as submissives are supposed to address Masters with enormous respect, but I could tell she was new to the industry. That's also why I had no desire to accept her first request when she implored me to have a private session with me, but faced with her insistence (very particular for a submissive) , I said to myself that I might be able to do something about it. At least at mother's. The planned evening, she was at my house in the outfit I had instructed her in advance: her heels were high enough for her to have difficulty walking in them, her waist was underlined by a skirt that was too short which forced her to pull on it without stopping and her breasts overflowed generously from her too tight corset. I made him lie down on my table, the famous torture table that had known many submissives. When she took her seat, I felt her whole body shudder and prepare for what was about to happen to her. Yes, she was going to suffer, bend, push her limits, surrender... And I felt that she was fully aware of it! I waited a few minutes in silence, leaving her in this state of total apprehension and I asked her to what extent she was a masochist… She replied: “To unconsciousness. "I was always a little uncomfortable with this kind of people, those who completely rely on you, especially when they don't know you! But Christine had that kind of naive abandon in which most novice submissives live, those who think that the Master is no longer a human but a kind of omniscient deity. Anyway, I took her at her word and started the session. I hit her breasts with a small flogger at first, then with my hands until they took on a nice blue color. She clenched her teeth, didn't scream, didn't say anything. She was blowing a little pain sometimes, but that was as far as it went. So I could take it to the next level. I put nipple clamps on her breasts and I came to take care of her crotch. I raised her skirt a little, it was so short that only a few centimeters were enough to reveal her very wet pussy. According to my instructions, she had completely shaved before coming and this freshly smooth pussy turned me on even more. I picked up the little flogger and hammered him on the top of his thighs, inside. Where the skin is quite thin and delicate. I finally took off her exasperated skirt and pulled out my black Magic Wand. Plugged into the mains, this super-powerful sex toy was a real torture and pleasure machine. As soon as she heard the beast vibrate, she immediately looked at me, a little frightened by the situation. I stuck her head, which was shaking like a jackhammer, on her clit, her lower abdomen literally lifted off the table and she couldn't hold back a scream of high-pitched pleasure. I pressed even harder, seeing her squirm under my expert hand was a real pleasure. She grumbled, struggled, screamed but nothing helped: I remained imperturbable and accompanied the vibrations of the toy with a wrist movement. I then whispered in his ear: "At three, I want you to come, can you hear me? If you don't have an orgasm, I'll stop everything and we'll never see each other again. I counted to three. She enjoyed a dazzling orgasm, her pussy was covered with spasms, I knew she was not cheating. Thanks to this remarkable performance, Christine remained my submissive for ten consecutive years.