How long was the wait until Friday!As agreed, I got ready for Madame X, completely shaved my privacy (it's a very strange feeling the first time).While practicing a scrupulous enema, I finish "Story of O", which my Mistress advised me. I loved it, although I can't help thinking that for once, O, it's me!"You are far from it!" Madame says to me when I talk to her about it.She greeted me in a black and white sheath dress, is carefully made up, but I note the absence of jewelry, and stockings. She wears barefoot pumps, which I find strange, but so exciting!We talk for an hour enjoying an aperitif thatshe prepared it herself. It is very hearty, did she think I was gorging myself?I love to talk about literature with her, to dive into her cleavage without hiding to provoke her, but she doesn't react. Did I make up my mind?Finally, she suddenly becomes warmer, and leads me to the bedroom. My cock throbs in my boxers: I haven't been relieved all week, despite the violent surges of sap every time I think about my training. Even the memory of the blows made me hard!"Undress!"I'm quickly naked, but she remains dressed in evening dress, very bourgeois, which in front of my nudity of "stiffness" is destabilizing. I look for the accessories, but instead of taking out the whip, she puts on an apron and latex gloves."I hope for you that you are clean,She installs me like a child on the bed, on all fours, and begins to coldly inspect my anatomy. She kneads my testicles, supports my swollen stem which quivers under her caresses. Then she lubricates my line, and penetrates me with a finger. I feel nothing but a gentle warmth, and a violent desire that makes my tail wag!She laughs, calls me a good dog; I just passed the inspection successfully."On your knees now!"I am entitled to a light massage, with the same scented oil that had transported me to 7° heaven. I want to thank her, as the sensations are unique to me, but I obey her instructions and keep quiet. Finally she stops, takes off her gloves and her apron, lights a cigarette."I'm going to ask you one thing, and if you refuse now, I won't blame you. If, on the other hand, you give up afterwards, it would be too late and banishment would be the least of the punishments.""What should I do, ma'am?" I'm so excited my voice is shaking."A man is coming. He will dispose of you as he pleases. You are my offering to him. Obey, be kind to him, and you will be rewarded."I would do anything for her, but didn't expect that! Yet curiosity compels me to nod my head. She smiles, slips me a hood with sewn blinders and a necklace. The doorbell rings, and she leaves me on my knees, a leash hanging over my softening cock, a warm memory between her buttocks.I hear them talking hard, eating and drinking. She raises her voice, I think it's her lover from the other night, and her rabbit stuck in her throat.She opens the room, grabs the leash and forces me to get up. I am presented to her lover, naked, my body glistening with oil, but above all I am blind.The sensation is bizarre: a mixture of fear and excitement. But the fear of being expelled for life from this apartment where I took so much pleasure is the strongest."Here," she said to her lover. "As expected, you will be able to ease your instincts. But not with me, because I'm still mad at you. You're a boor, doubled as dishonest. Take this gift, or go don't you!"She caresses my back, buttocks. She makes me hard as ever, but it's a man's hand that grabs my cock."Nice specimen." he said haughtily. "I would have preferred to have you. Does he know how to suck, at least?"She brings me to my knees, my heart fails: I've never really sucked a man. No time to think, his cock invades my mouth. I don't have much to do, in fact he rapes my face while growling. I feel his glans against my glottis, I suffocate and feel my saliva flowing abundantly when he withdraws. I try to hold him back, but Madame grabs my arm, and he starts again, his tail even more swollen.He likes it, says so to Madame. I am stunned after a good five minutes of throat scrubbing."You didn't lie, darling. He's not a sidewalk twink, but a fine young buck.""I don't make fun of my guests, at least me!""You still don't want to forgive me?""And you, don't you want to be nice?"He laughs, nudges my shoulders. I barely have time to catch my breath, my face is against the carpet. I hear his pants slip, a good spanking on my buttocks. Then, he settles behind me and without waiting forces me the puck. His glans passes with difficulty, but it continues to grow. He buggers me dry, and my anus burns me horribly. He pushes again, until he bumps into my buttocks. I feel his cock in my throat, still irritated."Oh, honey. His ass is a virgin. It's tight, firm. Good boy's ass.""Enjoy it then. It's yours!"He begin ...

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