I regularly read the stories posted here on LDD. In practice, I only read stories marked “100% true” by their author. I often tell myself that there have been people luckier than me and I envy them. And then while thinking about it, I asked myself the question: are there experiences that have marked me and whose story could be interesting to share. Little by little, moments lived come back to my mind of which I have very good memories. I have already recounted two of them here, thinking that I had covered the whole story, but that was not the case. I'm back today to report on my first experience with a couple.This story goes back about fifteen years in the west. My ad on the Kijiji site (now defunct) attracted the attention of a man, Sylvain, who contacted me by email. In this announcement, I propose to administer spankings to those who wish it. Sylvain tells me that he will be on vacation for a few days on the Atlantic coast with his partner. He and Joëlle form an illegitimate couple, he dominant, she submissive. As the dates of their stay approach, Sylvain contacts me again and after a few written discussions to agree, we end up calling each other to set up an appointment at the hotel where they will be. It will be a weekday afternoon. Being self-employed and therefore without a boss (other than myself), I invent an appointment thus justifying my absence this afternoon.I arrive at the appointed time. The hotel is one of those hotels with exterior passageways on two or three floors serving the rooms which line up all the way. I park in the parking lot and call Sylvain to let him know I'm there and find out the room number to go to. Phone to ear he leaves the room telling me that Joëlle is getting ready and that we have to wait. I join him and chat while waiting. Every now and then he peeks into the room to see if we can get in. Despite my apparent calm, the excitement is at its peak. The long-awaited moment finally arrives to enter the room. It is dark, the curtains have been drawn and only the bedside lamps illuminate the room with a soft, indirect light. At the back of the room, in the middle of the small space that leads to the bathroom, Joëlle stands straight, upright. Blonde, shoulder-length hair tied in a short ponytail. She wears a black summer dress that sticks to her body, highlighting her slim woman's curves. Her dress stops at mid-thigh and is sleeveless. Blindfolded with a black scarf, hands behind her neck, elbows raised, Joëlle shows off her carefully shaved armpits. Her legs are slightly apart. Thin legs, heeled shoes, it's summer, it's hot, she's not wearing stockings or tights. And I'll see it a little later: no panties either. She is in a position of submission, under the satisfied gaze of Sylvain, her Master. He sits on the bed, leaning against the wall and with a gesture of his hand, he invites me to take possession of his submissive. He took care to anticipate the meeting and that nothing was missing: a whip and gel were at my disposal at the edge of the bed. Me also planning ahead, I took with me the swift that accompanies me when I know it will be useful to me.I approach Joëlle, still immersed in the darkness of her blindfold. My face is close to hers, she doesn't see me, she can only feel my presence. Sylvain doesn't say a word. I walk around her so that she feels my presence, my breath on her neck. In a low voice, I finally whisper a few words in his ear. Only she hears them. I tell her that she is exciting, that her outfit and the posture she holds make me understand what she expects of me. But I add that before being possessed and taking pleasure in it it must be corrected. At these simple words, she tilts her head, an imperceptible ripple runs through her body. She quickly recovers and returns to her submissive position, upright.I am behind her and lift the back of her dress to reveal her buttocks. They are beautifully rounded and have a very recent tan, I notice that in fact she has no panties. I congratulate her for this initiative before giving her the first slap. She lets out a little cry of surprise. Two sequences of twenty slaps, delivered equally on each of the buttocks, lead him to present me with a very red posterior as I like. Sylvain encourages me with his knowing smiles, while watching over his protégé. The buttocks are now very ripe, the time has come to remove the blindfold. Even weak, the light dazzles him for a moment. She looks at me. I allow him to lower his arms and ask him to lean over, leaning on the edge of the bed, his face turned towards Sylvain who doesn't miss a beat. She offers her buttocks and her privacy to my gaze. Sylvain hands me the riding crop that I had forgotten. He tells me that she appreciates the contact of the leather tip on her clitoris. I'm testing it. He knows his submissive well. As soon as the little strip of leather is placed on her pink button, she undulates and rubs herself, moaning. The whip has another immediate effect, but on me now, my penis is taking up more and more space in my pants. But it's not yet his time to enter the scene.I now alternate caresses on the clitoris with the riding crop and a sequence of floggers on the reddened buttocks. Pretty streaks on the but ...

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