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ITINERARY
Where the story of a man who wants to exist in your eyes ..........
A LOLA ...
It was while visiting a website, a complete accident that I came across this ad. This site did the rest not primarily designed to encourage meetings have but like any site is now complying with pages dedicated to meetings. Since I 'was there, but I read the profiles are not very inspired that night I did not even used the filter searches for a particular profile fall or even a region. If evidence is needed that sometimes you need to take a path without knowing what it takes you too many people refuse to do the rest. I reviewed many profiles is not very interesting in content, or by the stock photography that does not inspire me or that their content was too explicit and therefore just as often sensationalist and intended to send you later concealed advertisements to visit sites paying adults. Actually I was bored enough in this cyber supermarket people aspiring to no longer be only for one hour, one night, one day or a lifetime. So I went further in my research but I should say reading because I was not really looking into using the "chat" on the site which allowed at least a little less of virtuality in the moment with dialogue. This is how I started the conversation with Lola, a young woman from northern France whose record was only brief and do no research but finally stated that the signing highlighted some bitterness. I translated it from a recent disappointment in love or at least historically wedged with the drafting of the announcement and then guess who is left. The dialogue was friendly, supported and learned that eventually became bitter disappointment since the site had allowed a meeting with a young man in Paris, a connection somewhat supported but ends abruptly for reasons, male, a priori geographical. The distance does not pose a problem at first was too heavy for the man which remained incomprehensible for Lola because suddenly. I agreed with it q it was often so with relationships on the Internet, it was not surprising that on my side and I did not believe in lasting relationships from dating sites on the Internet.
Why m 'then I walked there? Just because every moment was lived this way that could be delicious, who knew the cause, live it and enjoy it. That is all, it was quite simple in design but at the same time clear. Very quickly Lola finally asked me why I persevered in my dialogue with her since I was looking for anything and I signifiais that very often it is precisely when there not looking for anything that was found and then I found his company, though virtual, pleasant.
Our conversations were taking turns friendly perfumes to enhance some of which we were wanton provocations turn to the initiative.
It's been a few nights now that we meet to chat over the Internet, to suggest, without causing too revealing and gradually I undertook to discover some ways to Lola I like to undertake through the debauchery. Without being a follower of Marquis shows, I loved the games of the soul, mind and body where one relies on the other and sees his life enclosed within miles vices and pleasures. I had only traveled a few stories from the rest of the Marquis de Sade and only knew his little life. I do not revendiquais of his lineage but that was a world where I liked to evolve. A path among many others but still a long way where many detours, many appearances.
In our conversations I was having fun at night to discover Lola few practices or situations for neophytes could inspire fear, disgust, interest, curiosity through some photographs that I sent her. This allowed me to fathom the unfathomable, to discover or to see possibilities of games, but also step by step lead Lola in this game where the defect may have its virtues. It n 'there was no vile maneuver or manipulation on my part because I was not moving mask. I was dependent on the libertine my vices, but not imposing suggesting Lola and slowly showed his interest, his thirst to discover advantage and great curiosity about this unknown world but exciting.
After several weeks of nightly epistolary exchanges on the Internet led Lola advantage of the situation dare seize the opening that I had created by my attitude and my comments and suggested it was time to finally meet. My single life allowed me to freely dispose of my time and so I fixed an appointment but on my terms. It would only be one night in Paris. Lola per game asked me if I had some cravings in keeping the matter but I gave her the full initiative on this subject. Our conversations betrayed my tastes anyway.
Lola found me on the terrace of a cafe near my apartment, easy to find since not far from the arrival station of the train. She meant he arrived in Paris by a text message and I knew it n 'there was now only a few minutes that separated us from the virtual world to the real world.
Looking up, I pulled a puff on my cigarette, his eyes hidden behind my sunglasses I was wearing despite the schedule of nineteen hours. J saw a silhouette moving in small steps on the pavement and pulling a small suitcase on wheels travel. She wore a combination of a gray suit with short skirt and jacket buttoned three-quarter front hinting a white blouse. She also wore sunglasses are protecting the eyes of others and last rays of sun that fell. His hair was immaculately coiffed forming a bun. Watching this woman well dressed and pulling his suitcase and with the effect of the bun Lola looked like a hostess air and its makeup is perfect, its refined silhouette and size were perfect illusion. I was left but to finally win and earn my stripes as captain for the night and I was amused by this reflection. For my part I wore a suit and tie combining modern in its cut "sport" and sobriety. I got up on his arrival, the saluting, the kiss on both cheeks with great affection. I asked Lola if she had a good trip and proposed to order a drink. We took both a glass of champagne and started our conversation, watching Parisians rushed passed before us.
Provocateur at heart I asked Lola if she realized she had reached Paris on a stranger for a night and the potential risk that this could represent. She answered with great confidence in his voice that a friend with whom Paris knew she was, and where she could also be accommodated and also told me that she feared me absolutely not. She took care of me set in this statement. I smiled, nodding of the head, pointing out that it therefore had a fallback solution in case I was a vile satyr, a madman or a visionary. She said she knew why she was there and if I was staying at one of these men cited it certainly would not be there. Seated in front of the other contacts living in our own speech and gaze. Lola made me a little about my experience libertine questioning me asking a few questions that I guessed somewhat prepared beforehand. I answered honestly and consistently asked him each time after a question about my answer to a desire, a fantasy, fear, or to leave the comment on the practice or the situation described. Our conversation was something to be ashamed of our neighboring table if they strained their ears and when I looked around I found that nobody seemed to listen to our conversation. This does not bother me and I would not think Lola would have been embarrassed by it either because when the server came back for a second order it does not mean paused in his explanation that she led in some photos that I he had sent over the Internet.
Daylight savings time and the temperature drop induced me to propose to Lola to join my apartment. I took care to take care of her suitcase and arrived on the doorstep of the building. I let Lola go before me up the stairs myself reveling in the undulations of its basins conscious when it went up the stairs as I looked. It certainly was not gallant but so delicious ...
I signified to him that we had arrived and I opened the door. I headed for him around the small apartment and she quickly took its brands putting the suitcase in the bathroom. I lowered the lights in the room, leaving only a subdued atmosphere and put a little music. J had mechanically taken a CD placed on the stack without even looking. We sat next to each other on the sofa, in profile so that we are facing. At this moment our hands were just a few centimeters from each other and our bodies brushed against by a leg, an arm with every movement caused by respiration. All eyes were now more insistent and repeated by resting my glass I would pretend to m advance towards Lola thereby indicating a willingness to cut my kiss but soon enough momentum to cause, suggest but leave some doubt. Of course I could be assured almost certain that I liked but could it be otherwise if it had gone home when she was a situation of possible folds. The fact I'd invite home without reciprocity? Always it is that I was having fun, not to maintain a doubt that had no basis but the desire to increase, despite the circumstances and make the moment of first kiss surprising. The surprise came not into the kiss, of course, but the moment he was involved and especially the seducer that I wanted to see, feel the desire to give Lola her lips, her mouth. It was his attitude by not wanting res **** r, no more power and thus to abandon me. I watched for the sign not as a fighter but as a devotee who seeks passion in a moment.
Based again my glass I advanced somewhat my hand just above the knee of a gesture that Lola leaned forward inviting me to continue my gesture but looking thirst with my mouth. I kissed him while letting me kiss because I always love to receive that first kiss, so magical moment, rather than give or take.
I still taste that first kiss fiery, passionate Lola whose body yielded to my touch. I opened one by one the buttons of her jacket and did the same buttons of her blouse revealing. I touched more than I caressed the soft skin of her neck, would walk the birth of her ample bosom and firm under the fabric of her bra. My lips tasted turns his mouth, his cheek, the birth of his coup, the lobe of his ear, the birth of his chest, his ribs gently roamed up and down towards her navel, her belly. D a gentle but firm hand I obligeais advantage to open thighs, she was a natural movement. She wore stockings with seams and discovering that I stroked her long legs and her divinely sculpted by hours of jogging and I felt abandoned Lola advantage millimeter of skin caressed, discovery. She did more than his now seamed stockings and string and I reveled in its delicious chest. I caressed my mouth sometimes, sometimes my fingers, sometimes very gently pinching a nipple, nibbling the barely breathing every movement of his body, leaving me only sighs each guided by the reactions of the pleasures of Lola. My hand went many times on the fabric of her thong, sometimes traveling below the elastic, introducing just a furtive caress the lips of her sex, parting just a piece of fabric to find a sex shaved three quarts. Then slowly kissed my mouth his cock through the fabric, then when I felt my body tense Lola, I saw his eyes closed so I parted advantage of the cloth and gently stroked my tongue the lips of her sex interfering just at the entrance of the fruit offered. I slowly slid her panties down her legs accompanying the movement of my mouth. Lola had sought a few moments to browse through my body, but I did not let her take the initiative, she had just discovered my chest, stroking her hands, kissing furtively. It was finally abandoned to my caresses including my quest, that of his only pleasure before mine. My fingers gently parted lips and my tongue came and rested on his sex. She searched her intimacy with short circular movements, sometimes penetrating as was the finger back up to her clit as I longed sometimes, between two fingers shook as I would have done with my sex. I went down slowly with my tongue along the outline of her lips caressing my tongue this little tiny square of skin making the join between anal sex and then a finger appeared at the entrance of her sex don 'penetrating than without moving a few millimeters. My tongue went back to play with her clit and pelvis Lola folding of coming to meet my finger. I entered this single finger, by first small circular motions and then I penetrated inch by inch by two fingers now slowly declining to the same sex slightly. My mouth is stuck to her clitoris, the annoying, the aspirant, the licking while I was entering the sex of Lola three fingers pushing me into it fully, while following the movements of his pelvis sometimes faster by taking part sometimes slow to take full sinking my fingers into it completely. The movements of my fingers caress the clitoris and tore at Lola long sigh that devirent rales. She gave herself fully, no longer looking to give pleasure but simply to take it when his body arched, her nails dug into my neck while she cried, her whole body trembled, begging after a few long seconds to do more caress. Each caress of her sex was almost a torture, his body arched and I always walked slowly up to him a kiss, my mouth full of the fragrance of her pleasure while pinching her nipples, sometimes gently stroking his chest, sometimes more strongly that made her sigh. I put a wet finger to her pleasure over her mouth, she opened and sucked as if it were my cock, asking me to replace it but I plaquai finger against it. She felt my hard cock through my shorty LICRA black rubbed against her parted thighs benefit from his feet behind me to press my pelvis against hers, inviting me to take but I did nothing. My fingers parted her sex, took it again this time immediately by three and four deep but slow motion sometimes while I was waving my pelvis against her sex. I went up a finger for him to lick the back into sex, then rewrote the same game with two then three then four fingers so she invites me to take it well. His cock was wet, Lola let out sighs, cries during my movements became more rapid. Feeling her body tense I quickened my movements of coming and going with my fingers and then she could not guess it freed me from his body in order to reach her clitoris with my mouth. I knew now stand ready to receive my kiss. My fingers took it quickly, dismissing her sex and I inhaled her clitoris. Lola cried, screamed, trying to hold back her cry of pleasure enjoying his pleasure for a few seconds and then suddenly lifted me up and threw himself on my cock. She rolled the shorty, pulled taut by my sex desire and to his mouth. She played with my penis, will fetch the language of my flesh, watching the reactions of my body, guided by my sighs and groans. She played with her tongue sometimes my penis, then I swallowed almost entirely gently caressing my testicles. She began to masturbate in her nimble fingers licking my testicles, beardless, and realizing that I would enjoy decreased the intensity of her caresses. She went up and down along my cock, drawing it from his mouth, his tongue, encircling his lips, looking at me sometimes in the eye and then suddenly swallowed my cock back down more quickly. I was electrified by pleasure, did not rattle me and she pulled away not wanting my cock and receive cum in my mouth. She looked at me enjoying myself as I am when she enjoyed swallowing my semen while allowing some to escape the corner of his lips. She licked my cock again, swallowed, then shook the back toward my mouth and kissed me. We had not had our fun together but one after the other delighting us by the same of that of the other which reinf *** e his own pleasure.
There are situations where the silences and the looks are worth many words and know where to taste this unspoken and revel in it. My fingers replaced my words, my tongue became words and my body an instrument of pleasures, pleasures of takes, which gives pleasure.
Lola gave me for the first time, abandon its taboos, were guided in to really take the initiative, accepting the game knowing that ultimately, silent, can not be exceeded. The night was only the exploration of two bodies, sometimes of a soul who lets see after the intense time and disappears as quickly out of modesty, for protection too. The breakfast was still theater of a rapid physical game, no play, just launched a preliminary dice but was most intense, violent as a farewell that we wanted beautiful, strong, powerful, memorable. I gave, took, she received and lavished.
I watched the train departed carrying Lola and I received a text message.
- "Thank you for this unforgettable night"
Simple homage to the body that had given so much pleasure or words from a silence and a call later that night who wanted one?
I hesitated slightly before answering then meant reciprocity in the felt and a signed "soon" which left the other free interpretation of the rest ...
I walked briskly to my desk, still breathing the scent of Lola, still feeling the softness of her little tips of my fingers and I realized I had just a few meters beyond the entrance of the building where I worked. I made a U-turn and decided to buy a croissant for me to restore benefits.
It jostled me without even looking at me or speak a word. I was invisible, nonexistent, and I turned around I saw this figure leave the bakery hastily without even looking round.
I was annoyed that is all, which was reinf***ed after the night I had just passed though it may be paradoxical, unless ....
After all it was an unknown, I do not see her again, she probably was already far away. She wore a green dress with a light summer silk cloth covering his shoulders and sunglasses at great smoky green. Floor high heels, revisiting the scene of its release I thought of an actress, one of its stars from Hollywood movies in black and white. I was amused myself remembering that I had been transparent and would not likely to remake the same as me.
I buckled a few files without interest but they fallaient the finish and hunger drove me to go eat. I had a few habits in the neighborhood and I decided to go eat in a small unpretentious restaurant with the decor, the location, but which covered the plate was a treat for a more reasonable sum dice.
I reveled in my salad countryside where ham, bacon rubbed shoulders salads, eggs, tomatoes and many other dishes and yet, is scarce, drank a few sips of my Côte du Rhône recommended by the server. I almost never drank wine, the Roman oracle would have probably seen a sign ...
I looked up almost mechanically when I heard the server came to greet her and offer a table for one person, that there even beside me.
A short green dress and light hair with red highlights, hair fairly short and styled in a battle that piercing gaze rested upon me. I returned the smile silently praising Providence that had brought me to this place and had not driven her to me. Chance are you really? The coincidence that it is mere coincidence? And what's the question, the important thing is it not simply to live?
Although the idea has crossed my mind I had a hard time choosing the disdain and therefore not to look at this stranger who was sitting next to me. Our eyes met a few times without it I can not guess there really exist. I sighed inwardly, realizing the end of my claim. Why should I exist in his eyes? I must have those there, those who can not exist by themselves but through others, or I was just a simple player eternal ...
Plunged into insipid records I had trouble keeping my mind and I could not remove the image of the unknown. I had nothing to reciprocity since I left the restaurant without being turned or not even greet her with a word or a smile. After all, I'm transparent, I remained transparent ...



CHAPTER II: Divine providences

The oracle I had not necessarily prevented but Providence guided my steps ...
Life is made of miles and one way to take and give pleasure. So I had a few pairs in my relationships friends who did not live the relationship Overlooking \ Submitted as a game but as a way of life, or should I say an art of loving. I was sometimes the privileged spectator of his games, but the director, actor and informed insider. For the typical person, witnessed by chance, it may be odious, incomprehensible, vulgar. Be aware that in a real relationship D \ S (dominant \ Submitted) assuming daily lifestyle, feelings of mutual love and real then it is not. Vulgarity, obscenity tend to me words that can be given to those who judge by appearances and that they themselves are often not daring to confess appearances or even simply a desire to tell him or her who share their lives. It is these silences, lies of omission that are obscene and vulgar for me.

I sat on the bench for about an hour reading a photography magazine and seeking the inspiration of the moment to take some pictures. I had this sudden urge today to take pictures but I wanted to live models. I was not trying to steal photographs of strangers in itself, but to capture a moment of life that is all. Looking up I saw no reason to stop a car at the curb in front of me. A man in his forties spoken, elegant and out went round to open the door of his passenger. These movements were slow, full of care when opening the door and helping the person out. I understood the reasons for seeing tans attention out of the sedan a blindfolded woman, blonde hair pulled back. She wore a beautiful black vinyl dress enhanced by a pair of shoes with high heels. His hands were tied by a pair of handcuffs with a rope at the end to guide it. This was a surreal spectacle, amazing in this morning in central Paris but so poignant, mysterious and captivating. The sunlight of this spring were caressing the face of the unknown, playing with her blonde hair and I was privileged to witness a single array, so beautiful and alive.
The man threw a few looks around, staring at me a few seconds and seemed to ignore me and then he walked slowly to his companion the porch of an old building located in front of us. It made him cross the street rather nimbly by holding size while guiding the rope connected to the pair of handcuffs. The street was almost deserted but they met a couple, not pressing, probably horrified at this stage but would at least have something to talk about during their monotonous evening. I must admit that this show had me confused, and agitated that I had even forgotten to leave my camera. On reflection I think I would never take a picture indeed, out of respect for this couple, for their boldness and not to betray the beauty of their game
I followed them just the look that is all subdued. The man wrote a code at the entrance of the building and then as if to reassure his subject he placed a soft kiss on her neck. A stinging spanking that will probably reddened buttocks of the unknown, pushed her to move. I imagined the rest excited by the situation, frightened but also troubled by all this.
The duo disappeared by rushing into the lobby of the building and I was losing my mind. I scanned around me to watch any witnesses to this scene, the couple disappeared, taking with cross their legs to their necks and I saw no one. I lit a cigarette, I still had the right to self-destruct to me outside without falling within the scope of the law, and I was passing me slowly every scene in slow motion. I was lost in thought, and I promised to tell everything at Lola coming back tonight which I was persuaded to greatly excite the yet unknown since this experience outside of the headband.
I do not hear the footsteps coming towards me.
"- Hello
Looking up I recognized the man
- Hello.
- I thought I noticed you had not been frightened by the small stage at any hour
- Not the contrary. When j have the chance to watch the beautiful I look, the gaze that is all
- I've noticed that you had a camera on you
- Indeed
- Would you be interested to join us and ass **** r in a session? you might be postponed for our game as well
- I'd be delighted and honored
- But I must be satisfied for images of their private use only.
- I have my laptop with me so I propose to take the photo, download them to the laptop, burn the CD, of the offer then you delete all pictures immediately in front of you. You will send me the pictures if you wish
- This is perfect. Follow me. "

I left my seat with great excitement and soon after mounted the three wooden floors of the building we came to the door of an apartment. A man greeted me and ushered us. The apartment was furnished with tasteful furnishings and decor and showed a certain social class but without apparent exaggeration and they made me enter the room. The shutters were closed but instead of artificial light was sufficient for me to take photographs.
'- Phil, delighted!
- Olivier, as well
- Khan told me that you had noticed it and so you have agreed to be our privileged witness and immortalize this little session?
- Indeed, yes and I am more than honored
- No worry we are not fools
- Rest assured long ago already, despite my thirty four years since I read the work of this dear Marquis ...
- Ah I see that we are fortunate to have an insider?
- Yes the likings of my career but I would be there that day mere witness and not an actor, he would miss the one I love for it.
- This is a tribute to you.

At these words he went away, Khan sitting in a large red leather chair and came back with the unknown. She was still blindfolded, advancing timidly. Phil took great care to examine the conduct, and thus reveal the while taking photographs I thought he was checking the accuracy of the holding that he had asked.
"I present to you dear Oliver Cristalle. "Phil said with amused tone
Including that another man was present and in addition a complete stranger Cristalle had a decline of body movement. Phil looked at her hard, while the rope to keep it moving and then coming behind her quickly he unveiled his magnificent chest bulging and firm.
He mauled somewhat by pinching the nipples, f***ed him to lean the torso forward and releasing his butt smacked three hits supported by his hand on her buttocks. She twitched but did not bankrupt and even enhance its position as to better her back so the master of ceremonies. This was a punishment, she had taken an unfortunate initiative with his back but not his body showed obvious pleasure she could make by being spanked. Phil turned it with us her ass red with a certain pride in his eyes. I took some shots admiring her buttocks reddened noting in passing a hair of her sex perfect. Cristalle was a beautiful woman, feminine, disturbing its sensual curves and simply to discover his body was in itself a pleasure. His gesture was naturally sensual even in this difficult situation and it was so easy to think that Cristalle did not have to be f *** er to be sensual. There are women who are well, regardless of place and circumstance, the world around you notice them immediately. They occupy the space, not that they look like fashion icons prefabricated where they spend their time imitating them, but simply because they ARE and what they are in uppercase.
A little cry escaped me just came out of my torpor false and then I saw that Phil had placed in front Cristalle approvers Khan on a cross of St. Andrew, who was positioned against the wall. I did not notice when arriving simply because it was concealed by a black canvas stretched in front. The cargo craft was torture but made with application and seemed to visibly fill be removed and render invisible dice in what was an advantage because everyone would not understand such a decoration ...
Cristalle was taken on the cross, his back to us. D dryly that came the quiet room ping Phil ordered C to its entry. So I was not surprised at my arrival saw a woman, brunette staring at us down. She was wearing just stockings and a garter stocking floor of shoes. She stopped in front Cristalle obviously concerned about this new arrival. With a simple hand gesture pointed to Phil C to greet Cristalle. C knelt behind Cristalle sensually and she touched the body of Cristalle soothing her lips reddened buttocks and Cristalle first frozen indulged in waving the rump to encourage exploration of his body as best she could despite constraints of the cross and she was moaning very quickly under the touching delicious C.
Khan confirmed to me while being captivated by this table that these were the first stirrings provided by a colleague of Cristalle. Phil experienced in this type of situation was not to be intoxicated by the beauty of the spectacle and then grabbed the opportunity to separate the subject. He freed Cristalle and put him on all fours and two women who offered their rumps while divine in our eyes and hands of Phil.
It deftly steered the buttocks and offered, highlighting the benefits of blows gradually as the groans and moans mingled testifying to all that away by the beginnings of a pain pleasure came first, and tirelessly both gave each subject, offered their bodies to the blows of increasingly relied Phil calling their undulations and groans spanking.
Phil took great care in his gesture to appease the body, alternating with a clever cocktail of sensuality, softness and firmness. Since he was warned he proposed Master take a short break so that everyone can somehow calm down, understand the situation. Few bubbles, some delicacies allowed everyone to eat and I was well aware of my hosts and their guests somewhat embarrassed to be there with nothing but excused by Phil share the unexpected in my presence and I took advantage via my laptop to present to my friends Lola through a few selected photographs.
Phil then proposed to initiate Cristalle to shibari, art he mastered perfectly all that gluttony of C had some havoc and this time not on the body of Cristalle.
C is very accurately and in a kind of ballet that true Phil encorda Cristalle and attached to the gantry. The fleshly body of Christalle magnify saw himself there by mastering the art of Phil in Shibari and C, applied assistant, came to vibrate the rope to the aid of an electrical device and then Phil came to awaken the senses while searching his Cristalle slot with a small vibrator. Khan stood up and could not help to manhandle the breasts of his Amoure enjoying the rope and the work of Phil showed off. While C brought this necessary tenderness, this balance Cristalle indulged without limit to the assaults of the vibrator that was Phil, while Khan was pulling on her breasts. I immortalisais that magical moment when Critalle revealed his desire to belong, to be perverse bitch in the words of both men. The reason eluded everyone and we were caught up in the atmosphere, its vice and I can not say when the body of Cristalle was released from his shackles. Phil always focused also on the web sites ordered firmly Cristalle pay tribute in turn to C. She obeyed without hesitation under the amazed eyes of Khan who could not regret the choice to have a true Master entrust his Amoure (there are so many self-appointed masters, people should be stereotyped pay tribute to Phil) . I could see through the eyes of Khan and the rest I did some portraits he was subdued, madly in love and amazed to see Cristalle venturing into uncharted territory but can give much pleasure to a woman. All games made, screams, groans, but all the discussions he had with Cristalle before daring were justified by date, by pleasure, fulfillment.
Phil Khan's questioning gaze came to join the sapphic duo Cristalle and fumbled with his fingers, playing with her pussy vehemently pushing Cristalle to surrender even further and obtained a delicious tribute to the cushion.
I transferred all the photos on my laptop, made some adjustments on the automatic brightness and contrast then engraved handed me two CDs that Phil and even before they asked me not destroyed the folder on my computer.
- "You were not f***ed, you were perfect, do not intervene, you took beautiful photos of Olivier
- The rules were established I followed them for photos and my attitude as I told you so I can be a master but I'm nobody, or nothing without the gaze of the other
- I could burn a cd in my lap and give you the
- No, No to do anything I think we'll find another fun way for me to have pictures, or for that I offer these photos ....

On these words I took leave of my new friends thanking them for inviting me to this wonderful session, leaving my contact information to play with them all in the presence of a friend to introduce us and we agree to develop a future Thurs
Although from the rank of Master that some friends gave me during my cross routes I was doing a head bowed to the two muses from the meeting for their served my gratitude and my eyes betrayed my admiration for their voluntary body, for their submission. I wanted to honor them because to me they were beautiful women, beautiful, sensual and I consider that a woman who offers herself, deserves all the respect that should be.
Some will not understand the words but if you see the look of Phil and C, Khan and Cristalle then you will see that if love is an art then the one of their best work is their look.

Two weeks had gone by since our first meeting and I received some pictures on my e-mail sent by Khan show our complicity and mutual trust. I was on vacation this week, and I decided that day to do a bit of storage among the trinkets that I had hunted the weekend. Before that I looked at my inbox and I discovered a message from my friend Khan.

- Hello Olivier, what would you say this afternoon to do a little brain game that would last only one hour. Carte blanche is given to you but I 'like it there is a game that has to be brain without physical practices of research finally made exceptions for example a small punishment. The exercise is in fact, if you agree and more interested in bringing Cristalle to talk about his condition. A kind of confession in some ways. Have you any idea? if so call me soon and agree to all this, if this can occur before call me f******n hours.

I found this idea necessarily more interesting than I put my trinkets that could still cram one more day in the attic. I used a coffee, I lit a cigarette and put a CD in the background for inspiration. Up to the room I saw a jacket that I did not row up there fifteen days on the chair. This jacket was black straight cut with a mandarin collar. I still do not know why but looking at her, thinking of the words of my friend Khan immediately I made the connection with a single word: the confessional.
I was digging through the cabinet took a white shirt with mandarin collar still I didn 't put for a long time but m' would always wear a black pants and kept putting the jacket. Black shoes parachevaient my attempt at transmutation, I could look like a priest ministering in the vice and of course the famous apostle Marquis?
In the darkness of a place I think it could be misled but although my parents when I was born is part of the grand scheme of Catholics, I was not practicing could not afford a cross. On reflection I did not need and I did not bribe a pharmacy, hurting those for whom the habit is just as important as the words and then I respect others.
I called Khan and asked him to send me an outfit in Cristalle chosen for the occasion and place. So I explained to him the idea of ​​meeting Critalle in a church I knew and that was very little traffic for a period of confessions. There would be a penalty or two may be taken without unnecessary risk on site and especially to do a penance after confession. I asked Khan to order Cristalle to a short black skirt and split seams with low, high heels, a blouse with buttons. She had to scramble to wear a veil on his face like a widow or a scarf and goggles like Carole Bouquet in a film of which I've forgotten the name. She was not wearing a bra and I asked Khan to put in a small bag for two objects of punishment. It was a small wooden ruler and two clamps. She was to bring the bag without opening it but could not know its contents. Khan was to bring to the venue and you wait in the car and give the order never to return under any circumstances that may be. Of course it was a subterfuge for a few minutes until he can join us and to place a row behind us in the church. Khan was the original idea and in line with December that he wanted to implement.

I gave you go to my friend for fifteen hours, at which time I was assured that the church doors were open. I warned him that I would be sitting in the middle, dressed as a priest at least I'd like to do the maximum holding in my hand a book.

I heard ringing in the church who not bully Cristalle old stones of the edifice of his high heels. She had a scarf around her hair, a pair of black bezel and advanced eagerly towards me holding in his hands the bag of tricks. She sat in front of me did not dare look at me desperately clinging to his little bag of tricks.
- Hello Cristalle
- Hello, uh, how should I call you?
- I am the father conscientia, but my name would be futile. I would have a short life that day. The me you will therefore suffice.
- Well
- Understand here about my dear I pharmacy in the cult of perversion and vice and I am far from the place that brings us together. I'm listening to you, you have your confession, to confess but never forget the rule dictated by Mr. Khan, that you never return whatever the circumstances.
- Yes
- Why are you here Cristalle?
- My master sent me so that I confess my wickedness
- And what are they?
- I am ashamed, I do not know you and ...
- No, do not turn your head. I'm listening.
- I Cristalle, a fragile soul, bitch in the making (half word)
- I can not hear you speak!
- I Cristalle, fragile soul that shapes my Master, my love, my mentor, Khan, bitch in me becoming who submits to him.
- C and is therefore, you walk in the paths Epicureans, you submit to his will, without res **** rn disobey
- Yes c is well but I confess that sometimes I simply disobey for fear.
They heard footsteps on the front of the church and saw gently turn the head of Cristalle.
- I see that only you declare me your submission you care to disobey orders. Do not Look! what good is knowing who I am and seeing if a person could not change the situation!
- Forgive me, I ...
- Give me whatever you are holding the bag
She handed me the bag feverishly and I could see by the slight trembling of his hand, not the fear of me but of the situation.
I opened the bag, and took the two clips.
I put my right hand on the nape of Cristalle from under the scarf running in a gentle caress as I touched his neck barely.
- You made me a confession of your submission to your Master, your quest to become your dog but have disobeyed twice because you have twice attempted to return to you. Open your coat
She did and I opened four buttons of her blouse. She could not resist not by submission, I was not there to dominate but by fear and surprise. I told him while the two clips so that the hold itself. Kahn without making too much noise had joined me and sat beside me. He was careful player he was to push the detail to wear the same perfume as me.
I handed a paper Cristalle.
- Read these words Cristalle expensive, ask your master, give him to you.
She quickly read the word silently while I'd taken the clips that I was holding in front of her.
- It is against these days by revealing moments and pleasure that I confess my emotions, my rank. I Cristalle, fragile soul and emotional discovery in the midst of this world 'm there and revealing my complacent. It is thanks to Khan, my love, my mentor as I am aware of my desires. I think of you there my Lord, forgive me for I have tried twice for disobeying.
I asked without warning, without sweetness clamp on each nipple and closing of Cristalle blouse. She started biting her lips by surprise by the sudden pain of pliers closing on each nipple. I réajustais holding me complacent it is true to touch the clamps slightly.
Khan went swiftly taking the memory card that I held out because I had to use my MP3 recorder that he can keep track of this little confession.
- You can go, look down and do not try to know who I am. Go find your Master in the car and dare him expose what you wear on your chest. This will make you disobey and twice. Bag to take with you, give it me I know that a third object s' was there and he will have to use

Cristalle left me looking down at every step without disobeying her Master Khan and joined in the car. He opened the door, took her up just before taking care to find some buttons to verify the presence of two claws which betrayed made, mistakes which he already knew of course.
No one was present in the street but did not know he had it and nimbly s sitting on the passenger seat with him in the buttocks. He pulled the skirt, took the small wooden ruler and struck four times in the buttocks Cristalle. The blows had been dry but support because he knew from the glimpse she accepted it with Phil. The second shot she arched advantage of the k**neys, offering his buttocks to the wooden ruler, calling itself the punishment his body language.
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Itineraries ...
May 19, 2012, 1:35 pm
ITINERARY
Where the story of a man who wants to exist in your eyes ..........
A LOLA ...
It was while visiting a website, a complete accident that I came across this ad. This site did the rest not primarily designed to encourage meetings have but like any site is now complying with pages dedicated to meetings. Since I 'was there, but I read the profiles are not very inspired that night I did not even used the filter searches for a particular profile fall or even a region. If evidence is needed that sometimes you need to take a path without knowing what it takes you too many people refuse to do the rest. I reviewed many profiles is not very interesting in content, or by the stock photography that does not inspire me or that their content was too explicit and therefore just as often sensationalist and intended to send you later concealed advertisements to visit sites paying adults. Actually I was bored enough in this cyber supermarket people aspiring to no longer be only for one hour, one night, one day or a lifetime. So I went further in my research but I should say reading because I was not really looking into using the "chat" on the site which allowed at least a little less of virtuality in the moment with dialogue. This is how I started the conversation with Lola, a young woman from northern France whose record was only brief and do no research but finally stated that the signing highlighted some bitterness. I translated it from a recent disappointment in love or at least historically wedged with the drafting of the announcement and then guess who is left. The dialogue was friendly, supported and learned that eventually became bitter disappointment since the site had allowed a meeting with a young man in Paris, a connection somewhat supported but ends abruptly for reasons, male, a priori geographical. The distance does not pose a problem at first was too heavy for the man which remained incomprehensible for Lola because suddenly. I agreed with it q it was often so with relationships on the Internet, it was not surprising that on my side and I did not believe in lasting relationships from dating sites on the Internet.
Why m 'then I walked there? Just because every moment was lived this way that could be delicious, who knew the cause, live it and enjoy it. That is all, it was quite simple in design but at the same time clear. Very quickly Lola finally asked me why I persevered in my dialogue with her since I was looking for anything and I signifiais that very often it is precisely when there not looking for anything that was found and then I found his company, though virtual, pleasant.
Our conversations were taking turns friendly perfumes to enhance some of which we were wanton provocations turn to the initiative.
It's been a few nights now that we meet to chat over the Internet, to suggest, without causing too revealing and gradually I undertook to discover some ways to Lola I like to undertake through the debauchery. Without being a follower of Marquis shows, I loved the games of the soul, mind and body where one relies on the other and sees his life enclosed within miles vices and pleasures. I had only traveled a few stories from the rest of the Marquis de Sade and only knew his little life. I do not revendiquais of his lineage but that was a world where I liked to evolve. A path among many others but still a long way where many detours, many appearances.
In our conversations I was having fun at night to discover Lola few practices or situations for neophytes could inspire fear, disgust, interest, curiosity through some photographs that I sent her. This allowed me to fathom the unfathomable, to discover or to see possibilities of games, but also step by step lead Lola in this game where the defect may have its virtues. It n 'there was no vile maneuver or manipulation on my part because I was not moving mask. I was dependent on the libertine my vices, but not imposing suggesting Lola and slowly showed his interest, his thirst to discover advantage and great curiosity about this unknown world but exciting.
After several weeks of nightly epistolary exchanges on the Internet led Lola advantage of the situation dare seize the opening that I had created by my attitude and my comments and suggested it was time to finally meet. My single life allowed me to freely dispose of my time and so I fixed an appointment but on my terms. It would only be one night in Paris. Lola per game asked me if I had some cravings in keeping the matter but I gave her the full initiative on this subject. Our conversations betrayed my tastes anyway.
Lola found me on the terrace of a cafe near my apartment, easy to find since not far from the arrival station of the train. She meant he arrived in Paris by a text message and I knew it n 'there was now only a few minutes that separated us from the virtual world to the real world.
Looking up, I pulled a puff on my cigarette, his eyes hidden behind my sunglasses I was wearing despite the schedule of nineteen hours. J saw a silhouette moving in small steps on the pavement and pulling a small suitcase on wheels travel. She wore a combination of a gray suit with short skirt and jacket buttoned three-quarter front hinting a white blouse. She also wore sunglasses are protecting the eyes of others and last rays of sun that fell. His hair was immaculately coiffed forming a bun. Watching this woman well dressed and pulling his suitcase and with the effect of the bun Lola looked like a hostess air and its makeup is perfect, its refined silhouette and size were perfect illusion. I was left but to finally win and earn my stripes as captain for the night and I was amused by this reflection. For my part I wore a suit and tie combining modern in its cut "sport" and sobriety. I got up on his arrival, the saluting, the kiss on both cheeks with great affection. I asked Lola if she had a good trip and proposed to order a drink. We took both a glass of champagne and started our conversation, watching Parisians rushed passed before us.
Provocateur at heart I asked Lola if she realized she had reached Paris on a stranger for a night and the potential risk that this could represent. She answered with great confidence in his voice that a friend with whom Paris knew she was, and where she could also be accommodated and also told me that she feared me absolutely not. She took care of me set in this statement. I smiled, nodding of the head, pointing out that it therefore had a fallback solution in case I was a vile satyr, a madman or a visionary. She said she knew why she was there and if I was staying at one of these men cited it certainly would not be there. Seated in front of the other contacts living in our own speech and gaze. Lola made me a little about my experience libertine questioning me asking a few questions that I guessed somewhat prepared beforehand. I answered honestly and consistently asked him each time after a question about my answer to a desire, a fantasy, fear, or to leave the comment on the practice or the situation described. Our conversation was something to be ashamed of our neighboring table if they strained their ears and when I looked around I found that nobody seemed to listen to our conversation. This does not bother me and I would not think Lola would have been embarrassed by it either because when the server came back for a second order it does not mean paused in his explanation that she led in some photos that I he had sent over the Internet.
Daylight savings time and the temperature drop induced me to propose to Lola to join my apartment. I took care to take care of her suitcase and arrived on the doorstep of the building. I let Lola go before me up the stairs myself reveling in the undulations of its basins conscious when it went up the stairs as I looked. It certainly was not gallant but so delicious ...
I signified to him that we had arrived and I opened the door. I headed for him around the small apartment and she quickly took its brands putting the suitcase in the bathroom. I lowered the lights in the room, leaving only a subdued atmosphere and put a little music. J had mechanically taken a CD placed on the stack without even looking. We sat next to each other on the sofa, in profile so that we are facing. At this moment our hands were just a few centimeters from each other and our bodies brushed against by a leg, an arm with every movement caused by respiration. All eyes were now more insistent and repeated by resting my glass I would pretend to m advance towards Lola thereby indicating a willingness to cut my kiss but soon enough momentum to cause, suggest but leave some doubt. Of course I could be assured almost certain that I liked but could it be otherwise if it had gone home when she was a situation of possible folds. The fact I'd invite home without reciprocity? Always it is that I was having fun, not to maintain a doubt that had no basis but the desire to increase, despite the circumstances and make the moment of first kiss surprising. The surprise came not into the kiss, of course, but the moment he was involved and especially the seducer that I wanted to see, feel the desire to give Lola her lips, her mouth. It was his attitude by not wanting res **** r, no more power and thus to abandon me. I watched for the sign not as a fighter but as a devotee who seeks passion in a moment.
Based again my glass I advanced somewhat my hand just above the knee of a gesture that Lola leaned forward inviting me to continue my gesture but looking thirst with my mouth. I kissed him while letting me kiss because I always love to receive that first kiss, so magical moment, rather than give or take.
I still taste that first kiss fiery, passionate Lola whose body yielded to my touch. I opened one by one the buttons of her jacket and did the same buttons of her blouse revealing. I touched more than I caressed the soft skin of her neck, would walk the birth of her ample bosom and firm under the fabric of her bra. My lips tasted turns his mouth, his cheek, the birth of his coup, the lobe of his ear, the birth of his chest, his ribs gently roamed up and down towards her navel, her belly. D a gentle but firm hand I obligeais advantage to open thighs, she was a natural movement. She wore stockings with seams and discovering that I stroked her long legs and her divinely sculpted by hours of jogging and I felt abandoned Lola advantage millimeter of skin caressed, discovery. She did more than his now seamed stockings and string and I reveled in its delicious chest. I caressed my mouth sometimes, sometimes my fingers, sometimes very gently pinching a nipple, nibbling the barely breathing every movement of his body, leaving me only sighs each guided by the reactions of the pleasures of Lola. My hand went many times on the fabric of her thong, sometimes traveling below the elastic, introducing just a furtive caress the lips of her sex, parting just a piece of fabric to find a sex shaved three quarts. Then slowly kissed my mouth his cock through the fabric, then when I felt my body tense Lola, I saw his eyes closed so I parted advantage of the cloth and gently stroked my tongue the lips of her sex interfering just at the entrance of the fruit offered. I slowly slid her panties down her legs accompanying the movement of my mouth. Lola had sought a few moments to browse through my body, but I did not let her take the initiative, she had just discovered my chest, stroking her hands, kissing furtively. It was finally abandoned to my caresses including my quest, that of his only pleasure before mine. My fingers gently parted lips and my tongue came and rested on his sex. She searched her intimacy with short circular movements, sometimes penetrating as was the finger back up to her clit as I longed sometimes, between two fingers shook as I would have done with my sex. I went down slowly with my tongue along the outline of her lips caressing my tongue this little tiny square of skin making the join between anal sex and then a finger appeared at the entrance of her sex don 'penetrating than without moving a few millimeters. My tongue went back to play with her clit and pelvis Lola folding of coming to meet my finger. I entered this single finger, by first small circular motions and then I penetrated inch by inch by two fingers now slowly declining to the same sex slightly. My mouth is stuck to her clitoris, the annoying, the aspirant, the licking while I was entering the sex of Lola three fingers pushing me into it fully, while following the movements of his pelvis sometimes faster by taking part sometimes slow to take full sinking my fingers into it completely. The movements of my fingers caress the clitoris and tore at Lola long sigh that devirent rales. She gave herself fully, no longer looking to give pleasure but simply to take it when his body arched, her nails dug into my neck while she cried, her whole body trembled, begging after a few long seconds to do more caress. Each caress of her sex was almost a torture, his body arched and I always walked slowly up to him a kiss, my mouth full of the fragrance of her pleasure while pinching her nipples, sometimes gently stroking his chest, sometimes more strongly that made her sigh. I put a wet finger to her pleasure over her mouth, she opened and sucked as if it were my cock, asking me to replace it but I plaquai finger against it. She felt my hard cock through my shorty LICRA black rubbed against her parted thighs benefit from his feet behind me to press my pelvis against hers, inviting me to take but I did nothing. My fingers parted her sex, took it again this time immediately by three and four deep but slow motion sometimes while I was waving my pelvis against her sex. I went up a finger for him to lick the back into sex, then rewrote the same game with two then three then four fingers so she invites me to take it well. His cock was wet, Lola let out sighs, cries during my movements became more rapid. Feeling her body tense I quickened my movements of coming and going with my fingers and then she could not guess it freed me from his body in order to reach her clitoris with my mouth. I knew now stand ready to receive my kiss. My fingers took it quickly, dismissing her sex and I inhaled her clitoris. Lola cried, screamed, trying to hold back her cry of pleasure enjoying his pleasure for a few seconds and then suddenly lifted me up and threw himself on my cock. She rolled the shorty, pulled taut by my sex desire and to his mouth. She played with my penis, will fetch the language of my flesh, watching the reactions of my body, guided by my sighs and groans. She played with her tongue sometimes my penis, then I swallowed almost entirely gently caressing my testicles. She began to masturbate in her nimble fingers licking my testicles, beardless, and realizing that I would enjoy decreased the intensity of her caresses. She went up and down along my cock, drawing it from his mouth, his tongue, encircling his lips, looking at me sometimes in the eye and then suddenly swallowed my cock back down more quickly. I was electrified by pleasure, did not rattle me and she pulled away not wanting my cock and receive cum in my mouth. She looked at me enjoying myself as I am when she enjoyed swallowing my semen while allowing some to escape the corner of his lips. She licked my cock again, swallowed, then shook the back toward my mouth and kissed me. We had not had our fun together but one after the other delighting us by the same of that of the other which reinf *** e his own pleasure.
There are situations where the silences and the looks are worth many words and know where to taste this unspoken and revel in it. My fingers replaced my words, my tongue became words and my body an instrument of pleasures, pleasures of takes, which gives pleasure.
Lola gave me for the first time, abandon its taboos, were guided in to really take the initiative, accepting the game knowing that ultimately, silent, can not be exceeded. The night was only the exploration of two bodies, sometimes of a soul who lets see after the intense time and disappears as quickly out of modesty, for protection too. The breakfast was still theater of a rapid physical game, no play, just launched a preliminary dice but was most intense, violent as a farewell that we wanted beautiful, strong, powerful, memorable. I gave, took, she received and lavished.
I watched the train departed carrying Lola and I received a text message.
- "Thank you for this unforgettable night"
Simple homage to the body that had given so much pleasure or words from a silence and a call later that night who wanted one?
I hesitated slightly before answering then meant reciprocity in the felt and a signed "soon" which left the other free interpretation of the rest ...
I walked briskly to my desk, still breathing the scent of Lola, still feeling the softness of her little tips of my fingers and I realized I had just a few meters beyond the entrance of the building where I worked. I made a U-turn and decided to buy a croissant for me to restore benefits.
It jostled me without even looking at me or speak a word. I was invisible, nonexistent, and I turned around I saw this figure leave the bakery hastily without even looking round.
I was annoyed that is all, which was reinf***ed after the night I had just passed though it may be paradoxical, unless ....
After all it was an unknown, I do not see her again, she probably was already far away. She wore a green dress with a light summer silk cloth covering his shoulders and sunglasses at great smoky green. Floor high heels, revisiting the scene of its release I thought of an actress, one of its stars from Hollywood movies in black and white. I was amused myself remembering that I had been transparent and would not likely to remake the same as me.
I buckled a few files without interest but they fallaient the finish and hunger drove me to go eat. I had a few habits in the neighborhood and I decided to go eat in a small unpretentious restaurant with the decor, the location, but which covered the plate was a treat for a more reasonable sum dice.
I reveled in my salad countryside where ham, bacon rubbed shoulders salads, eggs, tomatoes and many other dishes and yet, is scarce, drank a few sips of my Côte du Rhône recommended by the server. I almost never drank wine, the Roman oracle would have probably seen a sign ...
I looked up almost mechanically when I heard the server came to greet her and offer a table for one person, that there even beside me.
A short green dress and light hair with red highlights, hair fairly short and styled in a battle that piercing gaze rested upon me. I returned the smile silently praising Providence that had brought me to this place and had not driven her to me. Chance are you really? The coincidence that it is mere coincidence? And what's the question, the important thing is it not simply to live?
Although the idea has crossed my mind I had a hard time choosing the disdain and therefore not to look at this stranger who was sitting next to me. Our eyes met a few times without it I can not guess there really exist. I sighed inwardly, realizing the end of my claim. Why should I exist in his eyes? I must have those there, those who can not exist by themselves but through others, or I was just a simple player eternal ...
Plunged into insipid records I had trouble keeping my mind and I could not remove the image of the unknown. I had nothing to reciprocity since I left the restaurant without being turned or not even greet her with a word or a smile. After all, I'm transparent, I remained transparent ...



CHAPTER II: Divine providences

The oracle I had not necessarily prevented but Providence guided my steps ...
Life is made of miles and one way to take and give pleasure. So I had a few pairs in my relationships friends who did not live the relationship Overlooking \ Submitted as a game but as a way of life, or should I say an art of loving. I was sometimes the privileged spectator of his games, but the director, actor and informed insider. For the typical person, witnessed by chance, it may be odious, incomprehensible, vulgar. Be aware that in a real relationship D \ S (dominant \ Submitted) assuming daily lifestyle, feelings of mutual love and real then it is not. Vulgarity, obscenity tend to me words that can be given to those who judge by appearances and that they themselves are often not daring to confess appearances or even simply a desire to tell him or her who share their lives. It is these silences, lies of omission that are obscene and vulgar for me.

I sat on the bench for about an hour reading a photography magazine and seeking the inspiration of the moment to take some pictures. I had this sudden urge today to take pictures but I wanted to live models. I was not trying to steal photographs of strangers in itself, but to capture a moment of life that is all. Looking up I saw no reason to stop a car at the curb in front of me. A man in his forties spoken, elegant and out went round to open the door of his passenger. These movements were slow, full of care when opening the door and helping the person out. I understood the reasons for seeing tans attention out of the sedan a blindfolded woman, blonde hair pulled back. She wore a beautiful black vinyl dress enhanced by a pair of shoes with high heels. His hands were tied by a pair of handcuffs with a rope at the end to guide it. This was a surreal spectacle, amazing in this morning in central Paris but so poignant, mysterious and captivating. The sunlight of this spring were caressing the face of the unknown, playing with her blonde hair and I was privileged to witness a single array, so beautiful and alive.
The man threw a few looks around, staring at me a few seconds and seemed to ignore me and then he walked slowly to his companion the porch of an old building located in front of us. It made him cross the street rather nimbly by holding size while guiding the rope connected to the pair of handcuffs. The street was almost deserted but they met a couple, not pressing, probably horrified at this stage but would at least have something to talk about during their monotonous evening. I must admit that this show had me confused, and agitated that I had even forgotten to leave my camera. On reflection I think I would never take a picture indeed, out of respect for this couple, for their boldness and not to betray the beauty of their game
I followed them just the look that is all subdued. The man wrote a code at the entrance of the building and then as if to reassure his subject he placed a soft kiss on her neck. A stinging spanking that will probably reddened buttocks of the unknown, pushed her to move. I imagined the rest excited by the situation, frightened but also troubled by all this.
The duo disappeared by rushing into the lobby of the building and I was losing my mind. I scanned around me to watch any witnesses to this scene, the couple disappeared, taking with cross their legs to their necks and I saw no one. I lit a cigarette, I still had the right to self-destruct to me outside without falling within the scope of the law, and I was passing me slowly every scene in slow motion. I was lost in thought, and I promised to tell everything at Lola coming back tonight which I was persuaded to greatly excite the yet unknown since this experience outside of the headband.
I do not hear the footsteps coming towards me.
"- Hello
Looking up I recognized the man
- Hello.
- I thought I noticed you had not been frightened by the small stage at any hour
- Not the contrary. When j have the chance to watch the beautiful I look, the gaze that is all
- I've noticed that you had a camera on you
- Indeed
- Would you be interested to join us and ass **** r in a session? you might be postponed for our game as well
- I'd be delighted and honored
- But I must be satisfied for images of their private use only.
- I have my laptop with me so I propose to take the photo, download them to the laptop, burn the CD, of the offer then you delete all pictures immediately in front of you. You will send me the pictures if you wish
- This is perfect. Follow me. "

I left my seat with great excitement and soon after mounted the three wooden floors of the building we came to the door of an apartment. A man greeted me and ushered us. The apartment was furnished with tasteful furnishings and decor and showed a certain social class but without apparent exaggeration and they made me enter the room. The shutters were closed but instead of artificial light was sufficient for me to take photographs.
'- Phil, delighted!
- Olivier, as well
- Khan told me that you had noticed it and so you have agreed to be our privileged witness and immortalize this little session?
- Indeed, yes and I am more than honored
- No worry we are not fools
- Rest assured long ago already, despite my thirty four years since I read the work of this dear Marquis ...
- Ah I see that we are fortunate to have an insider?
- Yes the likings of my career but I would be there that day mere witness and not an actor, he would miss the one I love for it.
- This is a tribute to you.

At these words he went away, Khan sitting in a large red leather chair and came back with the unknown. She was still blindfolded, advancing timidly. Phil took great care to examine the conduct, and thus reveal the while taking photographs I thought he was checking the accuracy of the holding that he had asked.
"I present to you dear Oliver Cristalle. "Phil said with amused tone
Including that another man was present and in addition a complete stranger Cristalle had a decline of body movement. Phil looked at her hard, while the rope to keep it moving and then coming behind her quickly he unveiled his magnificent chest bulging and firm.
He mauled somewhat by pinching the nipples, f***ed him to lean the torso forward and releasing his butt smacked three hits supported by his hand on her buttocks. She twitched but did not bankrupt and even enhance its position as to better her back so the master of ceremonies. This was a punishment, she had taken an unfortunate initiative with his back but not his body showed obvious pleasure she could make by being spanked. Phil turned it with us her ass red with a certain pride in his eyes. I took some shots admiring her buttocks reddened noting in passing a hair of her sex perfect. Cristalle was a beautiful woman, feminine, disturbing its sensual curves and simply to discover his body was in itself a pleasure. His gesture was naturally sensual even in this difficult situation and it was so easy to think that Cristalle did not have to be f *** er to be sensual. There are women who are well, regardless of place and circumstance, the world around you notice them immediately. They occupy the space, not that they look like fashion icons prefabricated where they spend their time imitating them, but simply because they ARE and what they are in uppercase.
A little cry escaped me just came out of my torpor false and then I saw that Phil had placed in front Cristalle approvers Khan on a cross of St. Andrew, who was positioned against the wall. I did not notice when arriving simply because it was concealed by a black canvas stretched in front. The cargo craft was torture but made with application and seemed to visibly fill be removed and render invisible dice in what was an advantage because everyone would not understand such a decoration ...
Cristalle was taken on the cross, his back to us. D dryly that came the quiet room ping Phil ordered C to its entry. So I was not surprised at my arrival saw a woman, brunette staring at us down. She was wearing just stockings and a garter stocking floor of shoes. She stopped in front Cristalle obviously concerned about this new arrival. With a simple hand gesture pointed to Phil C to greet Cristalle. C knelt behind Cristalle sensually and she touched the body of Cristalle soothing her lips reddened buttocks and Cristalle first frozen indulged in waving the rump to encourage exploration of his body as best she could despite constraints of the cross and she was moaning very quickly under the touching delicious C.
Khan confirmed to me while being captivated by this table that these were the first stirrings provided by a colleague of Cristalle. Phil experienced in this type of situation was not to be intoxicated by the beauty of the spectacle and then grabbed the opportunity to separate the subject. He freed Cristalle and put him on all fours and two women who offered their rumps while divine in our eyes and hands of Phil.
It deftly steered the buttocks and offered, highlighting the benefits of blows gradually as the groans and moans mingled testifying to all that away by the beginnings of a pain pleasure came first, and tirelessly both gave each subject, offered their bodies to the blows of increasingly relied Phil calling their undulations and groans spanking.
Phil took great care in his gesture to appease the body, alternating with a clever cocktail of sensuality, softness and firmness. Since he was warned he proposed Master take a short break so that everyone can somehow calm down, understand the situation. Few bubbles, some delicacies allowed everyone to eat and I was well aware of my hosts and their guests somewhat embarrassed to be there with nothing but excused by Phil share the unexpected in my presence and I took advantage via my laptop to present to my friends Lola through a few selected photographs.
Phil then proposed to initiate Cristalle to shibari, art he mastered perfectly all that gluttony of C had some havoc and this time not on the body of Cristalle.
C is very accurately and in a kind of ballet that true Phil encorda Cristalle and attached to the gantry. The fleshly body of Christalle magnify saw himself there by mastering the art of Phil in Shibari and C, applied assistant, came to vibrate the rope to the aid of an electrical device and then Phil came to awaken the senses while searching his Cristalle slot with a small vibrator. Khan stood up and could not help to manhandle the breasts of his Amoure enjoying the rope and the work of Phil showed off. While C brought this necessary tenderness, this balance Cristalle indulged without limit to the assaults of the vibrator that was Phil, while Khan was pulling on her breasts. I immortalisais that magical moment when Critalle revealed his desire to belong, to be perverse bitch in the words of both men. The reason eluded everyone and we were caught up in the atmosphere, its vice and I can not say when the body of Cristalle was released from his shackles. Phil always focused also on the web sites ordered firmly Cristalle pay tribute in turn to C. She obeyed without hesitation under the amazed eyes of Khan who could not regret the choice to have a true Master entrust his Amoure (there are so many self-appointed masters, people should be stereotyped pay tribute to Phil) . I could see through the eyes of Khan and the rest I did some portraits he was subdued, madly in love and amazed to see Cristalle venturing into uncharted territory but can give much pleasure to a woman. All games made, screams, groans, but all the discussions he had with Cristalle before daring were justified by date, by pleasure, fulfillment.
Phil Khan's questioning gaze came to join the sapphic duo Cristalle and fumbled with his fingers, playing with her pussy vehemently pushing Cristalle to surrender even further and obtained a delicious tribute to the cushion.
I transferred all the photos on my laptop, made some adjustments on the automatic brightness and contrast then engraved handed me two CDs that Phil and even before they asked me not destroyed the folder on my computer.
- "You were not f***ed, you were perfect, do not intervene, you took beautiful photos of Olivier
- The rules were established I followed them for photos and my attitude as I told you so I can be a master but I'm nobody, or nothing without the gaze of the other
- I could burn a cd in my lap and give you the
- No, No to do anything I think we'll find another fun way for me to have pictures, or for that I offer these photos ....

On these words I took leave of my new friends thanking them for inviting me to this wonderful session, leaving my contact information to play with them all in the presence of a friend to introduce us and we agree to develop a future Thurs
Although from the rank of Master that some friends gave me during my cross routes I was doing a head bowed to the two muses from the meeting for their served my gratitude and my eyes betrayed my admiration for their voluntary body, for their submission. I wanted to honor them because to me they were beautiful women, beautiful, sensual and I consider that a woman who offers herself, deserves all the respect that should be.
Some will not understand the words but if you see the look of Phil and C, Khan and Cristalle then you will see that if love is an art then the one of their best work is their look.

Two weeks had gone by since our first meeting and I received some pictures on my e-mail sent by Khan show our complicity and mutual trust. I was on vacation this week, and I decided that day to do a bit of storage among the trinkets that I had hunted the weekend. Before that I looked at my inbox and I discovered a message from my friend Khan.

- Hello Olivier, what would you say this afternoon to do a little brain game that would last only one hour. Carte blanche is given to you but I 'like it there is a game that has to be brain without physical practices of research finally made exceptions for example a small punishment. The exercise is in fact, if you agree and more interested in bringing Cristalle to talk about his condition. A kind of confession in some ways. Have you any idea? if so call me soon and agree to all this, if this can occur before call me f******n hours.

I found this idea necessarily more interesting than I put my trinkets that could still cram one more day in the attic. I used a coffee, I lit a cigarette and put a CD in the background for inspiration. Up to the room I saw a jacket that I did not row up there fifteen days on the chair. This jacket was black straight cut with a mandarin collar. I still do not know why but looking at her, thinking of the words of my friend Khan immediately I made the connection with a single word: the confessional.
I was digging through the cabinet took a white shirt with mandarin collar still I didn 't put for a long time but m' would always wear a black pants and kept putting the jacket. Black shoes parachevaient my attempt at transmutation, I could look like a priest ministering in the vice and of course the famous apostle Marquis?
In the darkness of a place I think it could be misled but although my parents when I was born is part of the grand scheme of Catholics, I was not practicing could not afford a cross. On reflection I did not need and I did not bribe a pharmacy, hurting those for whom the habit is just as important as the words and then I respect others.
I called Khan and asked him to send me an outfit in Cristalle chosen for the occasion and place. So I explained to him the idea of ​​meeting Critalle in a church I knew and that was very little traffic for a period of confessions. There would be a penalty or two may be taken without unnecessary risk on site and especially to do a penance after confession. I asked Khan to order Cristalle to a short black skirt and split seams with low, high heels, a blouse with buttons. She had to scramble to wear a veil on his face like a widow or a scarf and goggles like Carole Bouquet in a film of which I've forgotten the name. She was not wearing a bra and I asked Khan to put in a small bag for two objects of punishment. It was a small wooden ruler and two clamps. She was to bring the bag without opening it but could not know its contents. Khan was to bring to the venue and you wait in the car and give the order never to return under any circumstances that may be. Of course it was a subterfuge for a few minutes until he can join us and to place a row behind us in the church. Khan was the original idea and in line with December that he wanted to implement.

I gave you go to my friend for fifteen hours, at which time I was assured that the church doors were open. I warned him that I would be sitting in the middle, dressed as a priest at least I'd like to do the maximum holding in my hand a book.

I heard ringing in the church who not bully Cristalle old stones of the edifice of his high heels. She had a scarf around her hair, a pair of black bezel and advanced eagerly towards me holding in his hands the bag of tricks. She sat in front of me did not dare look at me desperately clinging to his little bag of tricks.
- Hello Cristalle
- Hello, uh, how should I call you?
- I am the father conscientia, but my name would be futile. I would have a short life that day.



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