I am a passive submissive under the protection of an extraordinary woman. It's been 10 years since I met her. A young woman 20 years younger than me. We were lost. I was returning to the BDSM world after a break following my abandonment by my Mistress due to too great a geographical distance between us. I had been in the hands of several doms and I wanted to stop, but it was stronger than me, I had become addicted to submission and cocks . She was looking for herself. Pansexual, both masochistic and dominatrix, she had trouble finding her place. So she let herself be dominated by sadistic men, for an evening, chained together sex plans with men and women without it really fulfilling her. We became friends. She knows everything about me, I know everything about her, in total transparency. Our personal lives, our fucking experiences. We have no modesty for each other, either moral or physical. I know her anatomy in detail just like her gynecologist and she very "primal" knows everything about my intimacy and even watched me pee carefully with my chastity cage to know how a man does it. We are also friends "with benefits" that is to say that we have sometimes had sexual intercourse without damaging our friendly relations (it was before I became totally passive and my cock no longer penetrated anyone). Often unexpectedly behind a tree during a walk in the woods, sometimes with other partners in a sauna. She never wanted to become my dominatrix so as not to pollute our good relations. We play together, that's all. Over time she found herself, found her place. She resumed her studies to become a sexologist. With her lived experience and the theoretical skills acquired, she now consults in the provinces and we only see each other very rarely. Fully dominant, she has a submissive at home, and did me the honor of being her co-signatory witness of her membership contract. This does not prevent us from confiding in each other. Our doubts, our joys, our fears, our good or bad encounters. When we went to the sauna about ten years ago, I watched over her to avoid any overflow. Today, the rare times we see each other again, it is she who watches over me, sometimes meets a dominant candidate who wants to take me as an exclusive submissive, inspects me intimately to check the state of my anal pussy, gives ...

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