Natacha's dungeon,
Natacha's dungeon,
For a long time, I have loved wearing lingerie because it always gives me so much excitement to contemplate myself as a woman in front of my mirror.
I learned a long time ago to memorize feminine gestures and attitudes while perched on my pumps.
I also know how to put on makeup, adjust my wigs, choose dresses and skirts that flatter me to become a credible girl.
I put the underwear I chose to spend the weekend with Natacha on my bed.
She is a dominatrix who lives near Paris.
On the phone, I found her so close to my expectations that I happily accepted her invitation.
In front of my hairdresser, I contemplate my body depilated by laser sessions, using a razor to trace the last hairs on my penis and the line of my buttocks.
It is with constantly renewed pleasure that several times a week I live as a woman at home or in a hotel when I travel.
Completely delighted to find Natacha, I fasten my basque and put on my seamed stockings, hanging them on the four pairs of suspenders.
I tuck my purses into my stomach (tucking)
Then, I place my cock between my thighs, securing it with adhesive strips to highlight my mound.
Then, I fill the cups of my corset with sumptuous silicone breasts before pulling slit panties up over my hips.
After putting on makeup and wearing a blonde bob-cut wig, I slip into two airy petticoats placed one on top of the other in order to fluff up my flared skirt which reveals my suspenders with each step I take.
I dressed all in white hoping to be “in dark” by this evening...
Satisfied with my appearance, I take a few steps in my room, contemplating my nylon-clad thighs and my seamed stockings.
Then, I leave my apartment by getting behind the wheel of my convertible sports car.
While driving on the highway in the summer heat, I lift my skirts up to my waist to deliberately expose myself to the view of the truckers.
When I pass them, I stay at their height for a moment, spreading my thighs to make a spectacle of myself.
From the top of their cabins, they enjoy a bird's eye view of the edge of my stockings.
They immediately pay me a vibrant tribute with an uninterrupted concert of horns which accompanies me throughout the journey.
A few moments later, my GPS stops me in front of a large villa in the heart of a wooded park at the entrance to the Compiègne forest.
The entrance gate opens before me and it is with a beating heart that I enter this property.
Natacha is waiting for me on the porch.
I am immediately impressed by her height because she is over 1.80m tall.
She is a Slavic beauty with a face with high cheekbones and sensual lips.
Her brown hair in a ponytail makes her look younger than her forty years.
She is wearing her Dominatrix outfit.
The cups of her leather corset barely contain her magnificent breasts.
Perched on her thigh-high boots, she looks at me insistently while I admire her supple and muscular body.
There is a strong sensuality emanating from her that attracts me like a magnet.
I drop to her knees, moving my hands up her legs to caress her thighs.
“Don’t touch me,” she said loudly, pushing me roughly to the ground.
She stands in front of me, legs spread above my head, enjoying her pleasure of seeing me at her feet.
When she unzips her leather skirt, I discover the impressive strap-on dildo that is attached to her hips.
I watch that massive cock swinging heavily between his thighs.
By observing his thick and well-formed glans, I know from experience that it will give me pleasure.
Natacha's femininity contrasts with this monstrous penis emerging from her belly.
Seeming to read my thoughts, she says to me in a mocking voice:
- Rest assured, I'm not going to **** you now...
My amazon not wearing a thong, I notice that the central strap of the harness has completely disappeared in her pussy.
- Get up and follow me, she orders me, dragging me into her dungeon.
We descend a wide staircase opening onto a room with white chalk vaults.
The floor is covered with ocher-colored terracotta tiles.
My gaze lingers with surprise on the arrangements of this room.
There is a Saint Andrew's cross, a bed with handcuffs attached to the bars, a medical table, a pommel horse, a metal cage with suspensions, a boudoir used for makeup and cross-dressing...
Attached to the wall are spreader bars, a collection of whips and various accessories.
Dildos mounted on spears of different sizes stand menacing in a corner of the room.
On a shelf, anal and urethral plugs are neatly arranged by size.
A few coffee tables in the shape of a female genitalia are placed here and there.
A large sign hanging on the wall already announces the program to me:
“Evening sodomy, jaw rest, morning fellatio, vagina rest...”
Natacha comes to lean against me, sliding her hands from my neck to the crotches of my thighs.
They explore my lingerie, focusing on my lower stomach and my buttocks.
- Roll up your skirt, she finally told me.
I obey him by raising it on my waist while spreading my legs.
I shuddered as I felt his hand caress my thighs.
Then, she slides it into the slit of my panties to take out my cock.
Satisfied with her examination, she said to me:
- I will be able to begin your initiation.
- When it is finished, you will be invited to the many parties given by the dominatrixes of the capital.
-You will have great success wearing the pink and black satin corset from my dressage school because they will know that you are trained to satisfy their every whim.
- Now take off your clothes.
In a few minutes, I find myself dressed in her favorite corset, a lovely nightie, shiny mesh stockings and eight-centimeter pumps.
I wait standing, submissive, with my eyes kissed and my hands crossed over my breasts.
Natacha makes me sit in front of her boudoir to make a few touch-ups to my makeup.
A mid-length brown wig and foundation complete my metamorphosis.
The bourgeoisie that I was now looks more like a girl from rue Saint-Denis.
In the room, I notice the large wall mirrors decorated with halogens which sit in strategic places in the room.
Some surround the bed while others are placed facing the Saint Andrew's cross and in front of the medical table.
I note with satisfaction that at any time, I will be able to see myself in one of them.
Natacha pulls me out of my thoughts by telling me:
- Each night light lit on the top signals the presence of men and women who have come to assist in your training behind these two-way mirrors.
- They will flash their lamps when they want to encourage you.
A little surprised, I want to verify his words.
Facing my alleged voyeurs, I take a few suggestive poses as I see lights light up before my eyes.
- Don't make your admirers wait any longer, she said to me, laying me down on her medical table.
Natacha ties my hands and shoves one of her satin panties into my mouth, gagging me with one of her stockings.
Although consenting, I think with concern of the torments that await me when she lifts my nightie over my stomach.
Armed with a whip, she begins to hit me gently, then harder and harder.
She slams it around the room to impress me before bringing it down on me.
Under the blows, I groaned in pain.
Then, she brings the medical table closer to the mirrors to offer the public a bird's eye view of my shaved cock and pussy.
For several minutes, she attacks me with diabolical precision.
The inside of my thighs and my penis very quickly bear the marks of my torture.
A little later, she changes register by lavishing me with caresses.
She pumps my cock with her endlessly capable mouth.
Instinctively, I arch my back to offer myself more to this sex devourer.
I would like to stop time to prolong this moment where I feel more alive than ever.
Faced with my spectacular erection, she grabs a urethral plug from a shelf and carefully lubricates it.
She inserts the long hollow stainless steel rod, 5 mm in diameter, into my urethra. She guides it between her fingers, letting it sink by its own weight.
Without taking her eyes off me, Natacha accompanies her progress by skillfully pressing my shaft between her thumb and index finger to slide it into my bladder.
I watch fascinated as the thirty centimeters of the insert disappear into my penis.
Suddenly, a stream of urine comes out of the hollow rod indicating that it has achieved its goal.
Then, Natacha slowly masturbates me by moving the metal insert back and forth in my penis.
Sometimes she puts her thumb on it to stop it from coming up.
When she removes it, the rod spontaneously pops out a few centimeters in front of her eyes.
Amused, she repeats the experiment several times in succession.
I'm on the verge of orgasm when she pushes her middle finger into my anus, pressing my prostate.
Taking advantage of my strong erection, she straddles herself on my stomach, rubbing her vulva against my shaft while sliding the metal rod into my penis.
This scene is a big hit with the audience as the lamps begin to flash frantically.
Seeing me on the verge of breaking down, Natacha squeezes the root of my penis tightly, saying to me:
- I don't want you to cum now!
Perversely, she excites me again by sliding her tongue along my frenulum.
I desperately try to hold back as I see a few drops of juice beading on my glans.
I feel a shiver when his hand moves up my thighs, closing on my purses.
Her smoldering eyes fixed on me, she waits a moment before taking action.
Then, she exerts unbearable pressure by crushing my testicles between her fingers.
I am trembling and paralyzed with pain when my ordeal ends.
- It's a good start, I'm satisfied with you, she said to me while removing the insert.
Then, she lays me down on a bed located in a corner of the room,
Then she grabs another urethral plug.
This is the famous Prince Albert who is the reference for initiates.
Natacha makes me admire the large twisted stainless steel rod, 8 mm in diameter.
Its end ends in a hood intended to cover my glans.
She masterfully inserts the insert into my penis.
- You deserve a reward, she says to me, grabbing a powerful vibrator which she places on my urethral plug.
Very quickly, the vibrations trigger a wave of pleasure which overwhelms me and I explode, covering the princely scepter with thick whitish flows.
My Mistress having forbidden me any sexual activity for more than a month by forcing me to wear a chastity cage, my source of life spreads in abundance on my corset, flowing down the inside of my thighs.
- You had reservations, she said to me, contemplating the last twitches of my cock.
She takes out the twisted rod dripping with sap from my penis, bringing it to her lips.
- I like to taste the sperm of my submissives because it always has a different taste, she assures me.
- From now on, I forbid you from enjoying, she said to me while unrolling a condom on my cock.
- He will serve as my witness.
- If at the end of our games, I find sperm inside, you will be punished severely.
- I'm going to put you to the test, she whispers in my ear.
Taking off her thong, she sits down facing me.
- I remind you that you must not cum, she said to me in a threatening voice.
She masturbates me by rubbing her pussy, burning with desire, against my cock while caressing my balls.
I try in vain to resist her assaults, but she works tirelessly on my column of flesh which is hardening more and more.
I have the impression of being the prey of a praying mantis which immobilizes its male to better devour him.
To my great relief, she finally stopped.
- I hope for your sake that you didn't cum, she said to me, removing my condom.
When she turns it over in her hand, I see with concern a few drops of sperm dripping into her palm.
- Tonight, you will regret having disobeyed me, she assures me, giving me a look full of threats.
Then, she lies on top of me, pressing my cock between her nylon-clad thighs.
The friction of her stockings on my exposed glans gives me a spectacular erection.
- Now I want you to fuck me, she said to me, impaling herself on my penis.
Her pussy becomes an irresistible cum pump as she rolls her hips and wiggles her ass.
She then leans over me, squeezing my throat with her silk scarf.
Natacha compresses my carotids to make me harder.
Then, she releases the pressure by working on my cock again before starting again.
I am totally given over to the sadistic impulses of my Mistress.
The fear that invades me is closely mixed with the strange pleasure that it makes me discover.
Each time, she keeps the tourniquet tight a little longer to increase the tension on my penis.
She wiggles in an irresistible way while contracting her intimate muscles on my cock.
Her eyes fixed on mine, she immobilizes me with the weight of her body, crushing my carotids until I start to tremble.
Suddenly, a wave of pleasure takes me away, making my juice gush in powerful jets into her belly.
At the same time, a black veil falls over my eyes.
Natacha quickly loosens the scarf to prevent me from losing consciousness.
Almost all of the indicator lights start flashing to highlight the scene.
My Domina then places me on a strange pommel horse.
Its end is equipped with a straitjacket which it closes over my head and my wrists.
Lying on my stomach and my feet not touching the ground, I am completely in his power.
She contemplates for a moment my offered rump on which is pointed a large metal cone which will impale me.
- With such caliber, it’s really going to be ****, she assures me
- As your pelvis is as wide as a woman's, it should be fine.
After several unsuccessful attempts, the pal ended up slowly sinking into my anal sheath.
4 932 / 5 000
My pain is intense and my sphincters are dilated to the extreme when its base is welded against my buttocks.
Natacha takes it out of my loins, saying to me:
- You are now open enough to move on.
I wonder what else my mistress will invent when she lays me down on her bed.
Without missing a beat, she puts on a long latex glove and plunges her hand into my gaping pussy.
She rotates her wrist from right to left to pass the curvature of my intestine.
Then, with great confidence, she pushes her arm up to my elbow.
- I feel your pulse beating against my skin, she whispers to me, digging into my stomach even more.
After a while, Natacha ends up withdrawing her arm, informing the spectators that she is going to take a break.
Arriving in her dining room to eat, she dresses me as a maid so that I serve her meal.
While she eats, I am on her knees, my head between her thighs, sliding my tongue relentlessly from her eyehole to her pussy.
At the end of her meal, she gets up and reminds me of her promise.
- I'm going to give you a night you won't soon forget!
She drags me with an evocative throaty laugh to the center of her dungeon.
- Raise your arms, she orders me, tying my wrists to chains attached to the ceiling.
- Look, you have visitors.
I am surprised to see the one-way mirrors sliding on their rails and giving way to dominatrixes in SM outfits accompanied by their slaves who come and stand in a circle around me.
The submissives are beautiful transsexuals with sublime breasts who have a cock between their legs that would make most males jealous.
They look at me chained and offered to their desires while their Mistresses prepare them by masturbating them.
The spectacle I offer excites them greatly.
I am standing, my arms raised hanging from chains while perched on my stiletto heels which bring out the arch of my back.
My corset which hugs my waist accentuates this vision by offering them my buttocks.
Although I am chained, I prepare to dominate these superb creatures, thinking that they will soon only have a piece of flabby flesh between their legs when I have emptied their pouches.
At the signal of my Mistress these creatures of the third sex come to skewer me one after the other without interruption.
I feel totally fulfilled by these phallic women who press their superb breasts against me while skewering me on their cocks swollen with desire.
I can no longer count the times I felt their sap flood my insides and flow out of my buttocks.
Suddenly, a splendid black panther faces me.
Obviously, she can't wait any longer.
She looks like the model Naomie.
Same supple and fine body which exudes skin-deep sensuality.
Taken by an irresistible impulse, she places my thighs on her hips to better impale me on her ebony cock.
Too impatient during his first attempt, his cock misses its target and slides against my stomach.
At the next one, I moan with pleasure when she suddenly skewers me up to the hilt.
While kissing me, she moves back and forth inside me, whipping my inner thighs with her purses until I cum on her breasts.
A few moments later, she in turn empties herself for a long time deep in my bowels.
Not shying away from her pleasure, she kisses me passionately, remaining attached to me for a moment.
When she withdraws, I see thick whitish flows escaping from my buttocks and clinging like garlands to my stockings.
To stop the flow, she sticks a rosebud in my pussy
- You will be able to keep my juice inside you longer, she said to me, smiling.
Shortly after, Natacha invites the participants to return behind the wall mirrors.
Then she securely ties my hands and ankles to the cross of Saint Andrew.
I find myself torn apart in front of her.
- I was very jealous seeing all these pretty girls fucking you, she confided to me, rubbing her thigh against my cock.
- I'm surprised to see that you're still hard, she said to me with admiration, squeezing my breasts.
She embraces me lovingly, whispering in my ear:
- You're insatiable, I'm going to have to calm you down.
Her legs firmly anchored on the ground, she places her hands on my shoulders, staring at me with her fiery eyes.
Suddenly everything changes, she throws her knee with incredible force between my legs, crushing my testicles.
Overwhelmed with pain, no sound can come out of my throat as my body collapses on the cross.
My mistress raises my head, pulling me by the hair.
- Straighten up, I'm not finished.
I watch with anguish as she moves a meter away and swings her leg back and forth, aiming for my crotch.
Sadistically, she prolongs my wait by keeping her eyes fixed on my lower abdomen.
Suddenly, his foot takes off at lightning speed.
This time I let out a cry of pain.
Then, she comes and hangs from my neck, lavishing me with her caresses.
Being cuddled, she makes my desire rise irresistibly before crushing my purses against her knee.
She attacks me for a long time, alternating torture and caresses so well that I almost regret seeing her stop.
The late hour didn't deter our fans as all the lights started flashing.
Throughout the night, I suffered the whims of my Mistress while remaining attached to the cross of Saint Andrew.
Did you like this story.
For a long time, I have loved wearing lingerie because it always gives me so much excitement to contemplate myself as a woman in front of my mirror.
I learned a long time ago to memorize feminine gestures and attitudes while perched on my pumps.
I also know how to put on makeup, adjust my wigs, choose dresses and skirts that flatter me to become a credible girl.
I put the underwear I chose to spend the weekend with Natacha on my bed.
She is a dominatrix who lives near Paris.
On the phone, I found her so close to my expectations that I happily accepted her invitation.
In front of my hairdresser, I contemplate my body depilated by laser sessions, using a razor to trace the last hairs on my penis and the line of my buttocks.
It is with constantly renewed pleasure that several times a week I live as a woman at home or in a hotel when I travel.
Completely delighted to find Natacha, I fasten my basque and put on my seamed stockings, hanging them on the four pairs of suspenders.
I tuck my purses into my stomach (tucking)
Then, I place my cock between my thighs, securing it with adhesive strips to highlight my mound.
Then, I fill the cups of my corset with sumptuous silicone breasts before pulling slit panties up over my hips.
After putting on makeup and wearing a blonde bob-cut wig, I slip into two airy petticoats placed one on top of the other in order to fluff up my flared skirt which reveals my suspenders with each step I take.
I dressed all in white hoping to be “in dark” by this evening...
Satisfied with my appearance, I take a few steps in my room, contemplating my nylon-clad thighs and my seamed stockings.
Then, I leave my apartment by getting behind the wheel of my convertible sports car.
While driving on the highway in the summer heat, I lift my skirts up to my waist to deliberately expose myself to the view of the truckers.
When I pass them, I stay at their height for a moment, spreading my thighs to make a spectacle of myself.
From the top of their cabins, they enjoy a bird's eye view of the edge of my stockings.
They immediately pay me a vibrant tribute with an uninterrupted concert of horns which accompanies me throughout the journey.
A few moments later, my GPS stops me in front of a large villa in the heart of a wooded park at the entrance to the Compiègne forest.
The entrance gate opens before me and it is with a beating heart that I enter this property.
Natacha is waiting for me on the porch.
I am immediately impressed by her height because she is over 1.80m tall.
She is a Slavic beauty with a face with high cheekbones and sensual lips.
Her brown hair in a ponytail makes her look younger than her forty years.
She is wearing her Dominatrix outfit.
The cups of her leather corset barely contain her magnificent breasts.
Perched on her thigh-high boots, she looks at me insistently while I admire her supple and muscular body.
There is a strong sensuality emanating from her that attracts me like a magnet.
I drop to her knees, moving my hands up her legs to caress her thighs.
“Don’t touch me,” she said loudly, pushing me roughly to the ground.
She stands in front of me, legs spread above my head, enjoying her pleasure of seeing me at her feet.
When she unzips her leather skirt, I discover the impressive strap-on dildo that is attached to her hips.
I watch that massive cock swinging heavily between his thighs.
By observing his thick and well-formed glans, I know from experience that it will give me pleasure.
Natacha's femininity contrasts with this monstrous penis emerging from her belly.
Seeming to read my thoughts, she says to me in a mocking voice:
- Rest assured, I'm not going to **** you now...
My amazon not wearing a thong, I notice that the central strap of the harness has completely disappeared in her pussy.
- Get up and follow me, she orders me, dragging me into her dungeon.
We descend a wide staircase opening onto a room with white chalk vaults.
The floor is covered with ocher-colored terracotta tiles.
My gaze lingers with surprise on the arrangements of this room.
There is a Saint Andrew's cross, a bed with handcuffs attached to the bars, a medical table, a pommel horse, a metal cage with suspensions, a boudoir used for makeup and cross-dressing...
Attached to the wall are spreader bars, a collection of whips and various accessories.
Dildos mounted on spears of different sizes stand menacing in a corner of the room.
On a shelf, anal and urethral plugs are neatly arranged by size.
A few coffee tables in the shape of a female genitalia are placed here and there.
A large sign hanging on the wall already announces the program to me:
“Evening sodomy, jaw rest, morning fellatio, vagina rest...”
Natacha comes to lean against me, sliding her hands from my neck to the crotches of my thighs.
They explore my lingerie, focusing on my lower stomach and my buttocks.
- Roll up your skirt, she finally told me.
I obey him by raising it on my waist while spreading my legs.
I shuddered as I felt his hand caress my thighs.
Then, she slides it into the slit of my panties to take out my cock.
Satisfied with her examination, she said to me:
- I will be able to begin your initiation.
- When it is finished, you will be invited to the many parties given by the dominatrixes of the capital.
-You will have great success wearing the pink and black satin corset from my dressage school because they will know that you are trained to satisfy their every whim.
- Now take off your clothes.
In a few minutes, I find myself dressed in her favorite corset, a lovely nightie, shiny mesh stockings and eight-centimeter pumps.
I wait standing, submissive, with my eyes kissed and my hands crossed over my breasts.
Natacha makes me sit in front of her boudoir to make a few touch-ups to my makeup.
A mid-length brown wig and foundation complete my metamorphosis.
The bourgeoisie that I was now looks more like a girl from rue Saint-Denis.
In the room, I notice the large wall mirrors decorated with halogens which sit in strategic places in the room.
Some surround the bed while others are placed facing the Saint Andrew's cross and in front of the medical table.
I note with satisfaction that at any time, I will be able to see myself in one of them.
Natacha pulls me out of my thoughts by telling me:
- Each night light lit on the top signals the presence of men and women who have come to assist in your training behind these two-way mirrors.
- They will flash their lamps when they want to encourage you.
A little surprised, I want to verify his words.
Facing my alleged voyeurs, I take a few suggestive poses as I see lights light up before my eyes.
- Don't make your admirers wait any longer, she said to me, laying me down on her medical table.
Natacha ties my hands and shoves one of her satin panties into my mouth, gagging me with one of her stockings.
Although consenting, I think with concern of the torments that await me when she lifts my nightie over my stomach.
Armed with a whip, she begins to hit me gently, then harder and harder.
She slams it around the room to impress me before bringing it down on me.
Under the blows, I groaned in pain.
Then, she brings the medical table closer to the mirrors to offer the public a bird's eye view of my shaved cock and pussy.
For several minutes, she attacks me with diabolical precision.
The inside of my thighs and my penis very quickly bear the marks of my torture.
A little later, she changes register by lavishing me with caresses.
She pumps my cock with her endlessly capable mouth.
Instinctively, I arch my back to offer myself more to this sex devourer.
I would like to stop time to prolong this moment where I feel more alive than ever.
Faced with my spectacular erection, she grabs a urethral plug from a shelf and carefully lubricates it.
She inserts the long hollow stainless steel rod, 5 mm in diameter, into my urethra. She guides it between her fingers, letting it sink by its own weight.
Without taking her eyes off me, Natacha accompanies her progress by skillfully pressing my shaft between her thumb and index finger to slide it into my bladder.
I watch fascinated as the thirty centimeters of the insert disappear into my penis.
Suddenly, a stream of urine comes out of the hollow rod indicating that it has achieved its goal.
Then, Natacha slowly masturbates me by moving the metal insert back and forth in my penis.
Sometimes she puts her thumb on it to stop it from coming up.
When she removes it, the rod spontaneously pops out a few centimeters in front of her eyes.
Amused, she repeats the experiment several times in succession.
I'm on the verge of orgasm when she pushes her middle finger into my anus, pressing my prostate.
Taking advantage of my strong erection, she straddles herself on my stomach, rubbing her vulva against my shaft while sliding the metal rod into my penis.
This scene is a big hit with the audience as the lamps begin to flash frantically.
Seeing me on the verge of breaking down, Natacha squeezes the root of my penis tightly, saying to me:
- I don't want you to cum now!
Perversely, she excites me again by sliding her tongue along my frenulum.
I desperately try to hold back as I see a few drops of juice beading on my glans.
I feel a shiver when his hand moves up my thighs, closing on my purses.
Her smoldering eyes fixed on me, she waits a moment before taking action.
Then, she exerts unbearable pressure by crushing my testicles between her fingers.
I am trembling and paralyzed with pain when my ordeal ends.
- It's a good start, I'm satisfied with you, she said to me while removing the insert.
Then, she lays me down on a bed located in a corner of the room,
Then she grabs another urethral plug.
This is the famous Prince Albert who is the reference for initiates.
Natacha makes me admire the large twisted stainless steel rod, 8 mm in diameter.
Its end ends in a hood intended to cover my glans.
She masterfully inserts the insert into my penis.
- You deserve a reward, she says to me, grabbing a powerful vibrator which she places on my urethral plug.
Very quickly, the vibrations trigger a wave of pleasure which overwhelms me and I explode, covering the princely scepter with thick whitish flows.
My Mistress having forbidden me any sexual activity for more than a month by forcing me to wear a chastity cage, my source of life spreads in abundance on my corset, flowing down the inside of my thighs.
- You had reservations, she said to me, contemplating the last twitches of my cock.
She takes out the twisted rod dripping with sap from my penis, bringing it to her lips.
- I like to taste the sperm of my submissives because it always has a different taste, she assures me.
- From now on, I forbid you from enjoying, she said to me while unrolling a condom on my cock.
- He will serve as my witness.
- If at the end of our games, I find sperm inside, you will be punished severely.
- I'm going to put you to the test, she whispers in my ear.
Taking off her thong, she sits down facing me.
- I remind you that you must not cum, she said to me in a threatening voice.
She masturbates me by rubbing her pussy, burning with desire, against my cock while caressing my balls.
I try in vain to resist her assaults, but she works tirelessly on my column of flesh which is hardening more and more.
I have the impression of being the prey of a praying mantis which immobilizes its male to better devour him.
To my great relief, she finally stopped.
- I hope for your sake that you didn't cum, she said to me, removing my condom.
When she turns it over in her hand, I see with concern a few drops of sperm dripping into her palm.
- Tonight, you will regret having disobeyed me, she assures me, giving me a look full of threats.
Then, she lies on top of me, pressing my cock between her nylon-clad thighs.
The friction of her stockings on my exposed glans gives me a spectacular erection.
- Now I want you to fuck me, she said to me, impaling herself on my penis.
Her pussy becomes an irresistible cum pump as she rolls her hips and wiggles her ass.
She then leans over me, squeezing my throat with her silk scarf.
Natacha compresses my carotids to make me harder.
Then, she releases the pressure by working on my cock again before starting again.
I am totally given over to the sadistic impulses of my Mistress.
The fear that invades me is closely mixed with the strange pleasure that it makes me discover.
Each time, she keeps the tourniquet tight a little longer to increase the tension on my penis.
She wiggles in an irresistible way while contracting her intimate muscles on my cock.
Her eyes fixed on mine, she immobilizes me with the weight of her body, crushing my carotids until I start to tremble.
Suddenly, a wave of pleasure takes me away, making my juice gush in powerful jets into her belly.
At the same time, a black veil falls over my eyes.
Natacha quickly loosens the scarf to prevent me from losing consciousness.
Almost all of the indicator lights start flashing to highlight the scene.
My Domina then places me on a strange pommel horse.
Its end is equipped with a straitjacket which it closes over my head and my wrists.
Lying on my stomach and my feet not touching the ground, I am completely in his power.
She contemplates for a moment my offered rump on which is pointed a large metal cone which will impale me.
- With such caliber, it’s really going to be ****, she assures me
- As your pelvis is as wide as a woman's, it should be fine.
After several unsuccessful attempts, the pal ended up slowly sinking into my anal sheath.
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My pain is intense and my sphincters are dilated to the extreme when its base is welded against my buttocks.
Natacha takes it out of my loins, saying to me:
- You are now open enough to move on.
I wonder what else my mistress will invent when she lays me down on her bed.
Without missing a beat, she puts on a long latex glove and plunges her hand into my gaping pussy.
She rotates her wrist from right to left to pass the curvature of my intestine.
Then, with great confidence, she pushes her arm up to my elbow.
- I feel your pulse beating against my skin, she whispers to me, digging into my stomach even more.
After a while, Natacha ends up withdrawing her arm, informing the spectators that she is going to take a break.
Arriving in her dining room to eat, she dresses me as a maid so that I serve her meal.
While she eats, I am on her knees, my head between her thighs, sliding my tongue relentlessly from her eyehole to her pussy.
At the end of her meal, she gets up and reminds me of her promise.
- I'm going to give you a night you won't soon forget!
She drags me with an evocative throaty laugh to the center of her dungeon.
- Raise your arms, she orders me, tying my wrists to chains attached to the ceiling.
- Look, you have visitors.
I am surprised to see the one-way mirrors sliding on their rails and giving way to dominatrixes in SM outfits accompanied by their slaves who come and stand in a circle around me.
The submissives are beautiful transsexuals with sublime breasts who have a cock between their legs that would make most males jealous.
They look at me chained and offered to their desires while their Mistresses prepare them by masturbating them.
The spectacle I offer excites them greatly.
I am standing, my arms raised hanging from chains while perched on my stiletto heels which bring out the arch of my back.
My corset which hugs my waist accentuates this vision by offering them my buttocks.
Although I am chained, I prepare to dominate these superb creatures, thinking that they will soon only have a piece of flabby flesh between their legs when I have emptied their pouches.
At the signal of my Mistress these creatures of the third sex come to skewer me one after the other without interruption.
I feel totally fulfilled by these phallic women who press their superb breasts against me while skewering me on their cocks swollen with desire.
I can no longer count the times I felt their sap flood my insides and flow out of my buttocks.
Suddenly, a splendid black panther faces me.
Obviously, she can't wait any longer.
She looks like the model Naomie.
Same supple and fine body which exudes skin-deep sensuality.
Taken by an irresistible impulse, she places my thighs on her hips to better impale me on her ebony cock.
Too impatient during his first attempt, his cock misses its target and slides against my stomach.
At the next one, I moan with pleasure when she suddenly skewers me up to the hilt.
While kissing me, she moves back and forth inside me, whipping my inner thighs with her purses until I cum on her breasts.
A few moments later, she in turn empties herself for a long time deep in my bowels.
Not shying away from her pleasure, she kisses me passionately, remaining attached to me for a moment.
When she withdraws, I see thick whitish flows escaping from my buttocks and clinging like garlands to my stockings.
To stop the flow, she sticks a rosebud in my pussy
- You will be able to keep my juice inside you longer, she said to me, smiling.
Shortly after, Natacha invites the participants to return behind the wall mirrors.
Then she securely ties my hands and ankles to the cross of Saint Andrew.
I find myself torn apart in front of her.
- I was very jealous seeing all these pretty girls fucking you, she confided to me, rubbing her thigh against my cock.
- I'm surprised to see that you're still hard, she said to me with admiration, squeezing my breasts.
She embraces me lovingly, whispering in my ear:
- You're insatiable, I'm going to have to calm you down.
Her legs firmly anchored on the ground, she places her hands on my shoulders, staring at me with her fiery eyes.
Suddenly everything changes, she throws her knee with incredible force between my legs, crushing my testicles.
Overwhelmed with pain, no sound can come out of my throat as my body collapses on the cross.
My mistress raises my head, pulling me by the hair.
- Straighten up, I'm not finished.
I watch with anguish as she moves a meter away and swings her leg back and forth, aiming for my crotch.
Sadistically, she prolongs my wait by keeping her eyes fixed on my lower abdomen.
Suddenly, his foot takes off at lightning speed.
This time I let out a cry of pain.
Then, she comes and hangs from my neck, lavishing me with her caresses.
Being cuddled, she makes my desire rise irresistibly before crushing my purses against her knee.
She attacks me for a long time, alternating torture and caresses so well that I almost regret seeing her stop.
The late hour didn't deter our fans as all the lights started flashing.
Throughout the night, I suffered the whims of my Mistress while remaining attached to the cross of Saint Andrew.
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