My experience with... Mistresses Blanche & Euryale
Mistress Blanche is a professional dominatrix based in Paris. Click here to visit her website. Mistress Euryale, for her part, is based in Hong Kong. Click here to visit her website. I had the chance to participate, with others slaves, in a private SM party they were organizing.
A small first for my blog, I start writing a few weeks before the meeting. They are two persons who, through their intelligence and intensity, inspire me with many things, even before I meet them. It comes just in time when I receive more and more compliments from readers who love (thank you!) my strange blend of analysis, description, opinions, confidences, in my experiences. Good, because here, I do have something to write about.
Moreover, it becomes difficult to write with an open soul when I know that the persons concerned are likely to overlook the article. At first, this blog was 100% anonymous, I was writing about a mistress without even saying it. But I have to ask for permission for the photos... Well, here in this case, I doubt they'll take the time to read beyond the quick check of the photos. That's a long read.
I had known these two dominatrices for about three years. I remember the afternoons with several submissives they were organizing at that time. I have in mind a design with Mickey (or Minnie), in particular. Maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, I had never tried to meet them before today.
The fear before the party
What scares me is that I can easily guess a very high intelligence in these two women. And that... nothing could make me more envious, but also run away, in this completely unbalanced context of a session.
Being quite emotionally reserved, not wanting to expose myself, the fact that someone can read inside me and fully understand me drives me crazy. I like to stay hidden. Hence this fear, but also fascination (basically, that's what I seek and like), for the cerebral dominatrix, intuitive and brilliant, capable of potentially using what she understands or guesses from me, against me, against my own will.
In fact, the reason why I preferred to meet them at the private party with other subs, than alone in front of them as a duo, is because I don't dare to face them together, alone. And yet I have already had sessions with several mistresses, up to 3 vs.1!
But here, I don't know, I feel something different.
The others submissives will serve me as "shield". They won't be able to focus their attention on me alone. Phew, saved.
1 - Mistress Euryale
James Bond Girl; the archetype of the femme fatale. Alpha Female, as she likes to say.
I have a real problem with the systematic validation of a woman's appearance by men who call themselves gynarchists, so I leave you to your opinion on this, I refuse to fall on this pitfall.
I don't even need this aspect to validate my comparison alongside Pierce Brosman. A brilliant woman, sophisticated, educated, creative, enterprising, martial arts enthusiast, her apartment in Hong Kong decorated with art works... She just got out of a movie, really. And she knows it very well, which only makes her more impressive.
What strikes me as well is that she changed her life and moved (alone?) to Hong Kong at the age of 26. Not everyone can do that, really not. It requires, at the very least, being very strong in yourself and having been able to cultivate your real independence. I like to use the term to cultivate your solitude.
There are people like that, it seems like they're moving forward in life like in GTA San Andreas with cheat codes. They fly, Mistress Euryale flies. I understand why she likes to turn her submissives into worms. She can see them crawling from above, from where she is.
As always when a person amazes me, I wonder what could have been her life story. It fascinates me, I want to understand. To understand is to learn, to learn is to grow up. Then I read that she was, before, androgynous. And now I don't understand anything! Or rather, I understand that it is difficult to capture her.
I really think that no one is perfect, everyone has their flaws. But there is no doubt that for some people, these vulnerabilities are much better hidden than for others. Do yourself a favor and discover her very interesting blog.
First of all because it is rare to find a blog kept by a professional dominatrix. I reread the same articles several times and subscribed. First time in my life I've subscribed to a blog! Usually I always have something to say, I'm not a very simple boy. Lack of relevance, lack of depth, lack of nuance... Not there. It is a great pleasure to discover what she can think before, during a session with a client. Even her few roleplays are great to read, they are not swollen with emotions. Also, she writes well.
She also writes about her own desires and what makes her thrill, something I have never seen in such detail and rigour from someone of her position before. It's so precious. I loved her article on restraints.
I admit it, I am completely ignorant about the mechanisms opposed to mine. I fail to get into the head of a dominant female and understand what pleasure she gets from this or that. Gosh, who would want to tie up when you can be tied up? :-)
Her article provided me with answers I never suspected about the origins of sadistic fantasies. I was far from thinking that submissive and dominant could be so close in their mechanisms.
I look forward to enjoying my triple morning coffee in front of her next article.
I heard she was writing a book. I wonder what the theme could be, is it D/s oriented? Maybe not, her universe is wider than that.
Who wants to board on a flight to Hong Kong? Sure it's a long trip, but flying 30 hours round-trip just for a few hours of play, psychologically, it can be a very interesting experience (you feel it the masochistic personality, there?). It obliges you to reflect and make this experience more than just a SM pleasure, but a entire whole. Somehow It forces you to rise up.
Meeting her during a session in Hong Kong, in her partly equipped apartment, so in her world, it must be something.
I was a little doggy in a former life (really, I'm not kidding), so get into petplay with Mistress Euryale is added to my Christmas list. Actually, it also works for any other practice she likes.
Mistress Euryale, like Euryale, one of the three gorgons of Greek mythology, who petrified with a glance. It's true that this name suits her well.
Mistress Euryale is, as she says, an Alpha. So Alpha that it is a pleasure for me to use her own words, a pleasure to continue to show my deference, when she is no longer even there to see it.
You are going in her direction, because it is the natural order of things.
She makes you want to respect her, if not admire her, even if she would never know about it.
You'd go to war for her. Well, I know I'd do. If there is no war, I will just read her words. It's safer, too.
Before the party, I hadn't anticipated that she would reach me that much. I like it when I can't anticipate. Her glance doesn't petrify me, but it spells me out. She's warming my heart somehow. She makes me want to reincarnate in her handbag.
She shakes me. During the very last exchanges before leaving, when I was talking to her about the pleasure of tasting her sock (see below), I couldn't bounce back on what she was saying in response. I was stunned, seeing her addressing me in such a spontaneous way. I don't know if she noticed it.
2 - Maîtresse Blanche
Maîtresse Blanche is the water under a bridge, I would say.
Water under a century-old rope bridge, when you can't swim.
She is not the avalanche, but the ravine.
Understand here that she radiates a true intensity, which contrasts with her calm, serenity and smile. She is one of the beings whose sharpened but extremely contained mind releases waves all around them, as a compensation (I am able to see these waves, but I know you won't believe me :-) ).
I observed that she was pretty much of a night owl. Perhaps she is one of those wild spirits that the moon calms.
You can see that she almost never shows her face entirely, and yet agrees to make herself recognizable. It's the eyes or the mouth. She makes herself rare and precious. She hides to catch better. Well, at least she catched me.
Before meeting a pro domme, my choice is made several months efore, or even years before. Sometimes I don't consider myself mature enough for a particular profile, a particular experience, so I put it aside, and I wait, I live. This was the case with Maîtresse Blanche. Small shrub will become a tree.
Before the party, I had developed a lot about what inspired me about her website and the world of her communication. I learned in the meantime that she was redesigning her website, so I deleted this passage, sparing the anachronisms. I'm just telling you that she inspired me with a lot of mystery.
Trying to guess who is hiding behind a virtual window is very reassuring to me, I feel more able to plan and even protect myself, especially for a profile like mine, very -too- focused on observation and not at all on prospecting (not that I am proud of it). I know what I'm getting into. Except with Mistress Blanche.
The weeks before the party, I read and reread the little review on her website. A review that led me to believe that she is a woman who likes to choose her words and for whom the aesthetics of a scene is very important. But that's all.
Then, this impression on the very mastered selection of her words, the expression of a more than rigorous mind, was confirmed, when I saw her tweet in the middle of the night, delete, then retweet the same thing a few hours later, slightly reformulated in form and content. It made me laugh (yes, I don't need much).
Two months ago, I contacted Mistress Blanche, in a rash move, to find out about the Masses she organizes, as the religious game enthusiastic she is. But it scares me as much as it attracts me. When I see pictures of her in religious attire, I freak out completely. I didn't dare to go through with the process :-).
I was also thinking of discovering waterboarding with her, a torture technique in which the US Marines don't last more than 7 seconds before giving up, when they try to do it for the challenge. It attracts me a lot. My ultra-masochistic side, psychologically, well hidden behind my silly side. I want to ride the limits. I would have full confidence in her for such a borderline practice. I would have really enjoyed doing it with her, because she says she loves these choking and drowning games.
• "You are too late"
Around June 10, Mistress Blanche searched (again) for a domestic slave, a minion, dedicated to the housekeeping of her place and her dungeon. I had seen the ad on bdsm-fantaisie.com, a site whose aesthetics and freshness is sometimes inversely proportional to the quality of the profiles you find there. Proof of this is provided in this case.
I saw the offer the same day she posted it. But I wanted to give myself time to think before applying, to be sure to make a choice of reason. I wanted to think about a lot of things, that's one of my flaws.
Three days of reflection after her offer, I'm applying.
It was already too late, she replied that she had received a mass of applications and had conducted interviews in person, the day before my email.
The gif you see summarizes well the 2 phases I went through:
- first, the sending of my application;
- then, reading her answer.
It brings me down to earth, a big reminder of the tough competition among submissives. In the last two years, I myself have made the affront of declining interest in myself from dominant women, for whom I did not feel anything really special, or for other, more practical reasons. I do not know how to refuse without hurting people who, in this context, are not or only rarely refused.
And then I take a huge L for a role that can be considered "inferior" to a D/s couple relationship, for example.
4 reasons why I wanted to be at her service so much:
- Mistress Blanche seems to me to be a very intelligent person (very very).
Being accountable to a mind as bright and sharp as her own, who sees everything, makes you dream. A person's intelligence is the only thing I can admire, the only thing that attracts me. It is also what potentially allows me to move from submissive to real slave, once I enter a relationship. I can only open my pure slave soul to someone rare.
- Moreover, intellectually, this role would have stimulated me a lot.
Because it is new compared to everything I have ever known, because submission is all the more important in the absence of a direct and systematic counterpart. Also, it would have been the perfect counterweight to my little idle artist side, sometimes too important in me. I think having obligations to her would have maximized my potential in other aspects of my life, really.
• Also, being able to evolve in a woman's personal home as she is, being involved in her daily environment, would have been like a small privilege for me, a pleasure. And I say that without exaggeration. There's a real thing between me and a woman's intimacy.
Bring me near a woman's bedside table like Mistress Blanche, her tissue box or kitchen accessories, and I'm almost thrilled. Because it's different, that's all, I can't explain it.
This is how I have always felt with women I respect, in general. A mystery to me too, I don't understand. You'd think I was meant to be Batman's Alfred. Or rather Batwoman's. Catwoman's?
• Beyond all this, taking care of others is a way of taking care of myself. I realize that, more and more. I plan to return to my volunteering activities. I had to give up because of a very complicated year in my life, but now things are back to normal.
Anyway. Too bad for me :-). The man she selected met his time, everyone deserves their time. And above all, even if I had a chance at the casting, that's not it all. There's nothing to say I'm suitable for her.
Anyway, I'm going to keep sailing.
If I cannot have the pleasure of the heart, a relationship with a person who inspires me; I will continue with the pleasures of the head, the various episodic and unanchored encounters.
It's good to sail, too.
... isn't it?
I write these lines right back from the party which is now over.
Because Mistress Blanche had told me in her reply that she had taken a minion on a trial period, I told myself that there was still a chance. Half warrior, half dreamer. Never stop playing in extra time, Ole Gunnar Solskjær will tell you. The trial might not have been conclusive during the 10 days preceding the party! I was thinking that maybe she would take advantage of the party to test me.
Not knowing what questions she could ask the candidates (or even if she did, in fact, I don't know what she was judging on), I prepared all day long from 10am to 6pm. I studied the methods of cleaning different rooms of a house. I learned to worship white vinegar. Of course, I also reviewed the proper maintenance of the equipment and facilities used in a dungeon.
All this, both in theory and in watching YouTube videos to get an overview of the practice.
When I have a goal in mind, I want to consider all the possibilities and prepare myself as best I can. Preparation is the key to everything. I will quote Gary Player, a renowned professional golfer: "The harder I practice, the luckier I get".
I haven't always been very lucky in my young life, that's why I like to practice so much.
But nothing happened... No luck?
I did not fail to remind her about it after party, but the answer, from what I understood, did not leave room either now or in the future, if the position were to become vacant. Not interested. Ouch, my self-esteem said.
It hurted a lot for two seconds. I couldn't even control my reflex to go out loud, wispered "okay, I'm moving on". I was hurt I don't deny it.
Well, that's it for this opportunity. Check and mate.
A young woman, also dominant, whom I really appreciate (Eleonore, if you read me...) told me that I idealize too much Mistress Blanche. I agree with her. But I'm not sure I have a problem with that, basically. There are people for whom idealization suits very well, and I think she is one of them.
Be careful though, with this idealization.
Indeed, I like to say that the slave of his passion is never abolished. Hey, that's me!
To be really honest, my heart a little heavy right now.
It's been so long since I've been interested in an opportunity. It would have been a perfect fit for me, even in the long term.
Come on, I'll get over it. Anyway, I don't have a choice.
Then even if it doesn't pass, it's the little melancholy that adds poetry to life.
I know what to do to try to comfort myself and dry these tears. I'm heading to England this summer, in the centre of London, a small stay in a special nursery. Looking for softness, and fish and chips. But above all, softness. Scrootch scrootch.... I hear the sound of a thick diaper.
Mistress Blanche didn't choose a gorgon as her name, but she would have done it and it wouldn't have shocked me.
I love to capture people's eyes, the eyes are an open book, for those who know how to read the elusive. On the other hand, nothing humiliates me more than a woman's eyes immersed in mine, in a situation of helplessness. That's why I always tend to run away from their glance, unless I'm told otherwise. In which case, it is then a great and forced pleasure.
However, nothing delights me more than that, when it is the right person, where the stage of humiliation is exceeded, giving way to the only pure passion. True and complete submission, liberated and liberating.
Come on, I uncover myself: Mistress Blanche makes me want to finally stop thinking, just listen to her, and follow. And to endure. But above all, give to her. That's certainly why I wanted to serve her so much, especially her, and not necessarily another one.
It's pretty rare for me now. I've got a little wounded animal side, or wild troubadour. It sounds very cliché, but I myself am just an accumulation of antinomic clichés, I think.
In short, if Mistress Euryale makes me go to war, Mistress Blanche makes me want to put armor and shield down at her feet.
Imagine, then, what a problem it would be for me, alone in front of them. What do I do now? Well, I'm going to war without armor or shields, and that's why I'd feel more vulnerable than I can bear :-).
This conclusion about the Mistress Blanche does not surprise me in any way. That's exactly what I had felt before I even met her or discussed it by email. I'm wrong about many things, but never about these.
3 - Blancheuryale, the duo
I'm less afraid of the Russian mafia than I am of them.
At night, if I see them on the street, I take the other sidewalks and look down. Even in broad daylight, actually.
Approaching them together, in the ultra unbalanced context of a session, alone, is as much an absolute fantasy as a nightmare of real humiliation for me. I couldn't even look in their direction if I were their only common focus. I'd lose my mind. Tetanized! Too many big brains in front of me, I disappear underground.
The mere fact that they had the will to contract a distinct name for their duo is, in this case, significant. Blancheuryale. It is indeed a two-headed monster. A very elegant two-headed monster.
The comparison that amuses me a lot is that of Sangoku and Vegeta. I find it relevant on many points. But I will no longer insult them by comparing them to such masculine figures.
The power of their duo, and the reason I didn't want to miss them, is that there is a strong intimate relationship between them. I don't know any more, I don't want to venture to use a word that wouldn't be the right one, but we know in any case that they don't sleep in separate rooms when they see each other.
That's what I felt during the party. It's very smooth between them, it seemed like they were interacting with each other as they could have done if we weren't there. In this way, it changes the sometimes too "work colleagues" impression that one can have in a session with several dommes.
It was also smooth between the three submissives, for the very little interaction that there was between us. I have the impression that there was a certain mutual consideration, without mistrust.
They really seem to have found each other. I sincerely hope that they will go a very, very long way together. I love seeing people who have found each other so much, it makes my heart warm and it spoils my mind. It gives meaning to things that may not make sense ohterwise.
They are both, as I had anticipated, very clairvoyant and intuitive. They saw very accurate things.
4 - The party
Each guest had to bring a bottle of champagne, in addition to the traditional "gift". Then I had an idea.
Even if it's nothing at all, it's been a long time since I've felt the desire to create for someone (but I still have a soul, right, I'm fine!). I must admit, they touched me. But none more than the other, it's interesting.
The last time I created for a woman, it was a large painting I had painted. It had taken me several dozen hours of work. There it is, my idle artist side. I wanted to surprise my Mistress. She was proud of me, so I was proud of myself. That was more than three years ago now.
I like the creative process, it's the most malleable of vectors, it's comforting for me. Well, maybe not as comforting as mummification or a well gagged mouth :-).
There were only three subs to the party, one having cancelled the same day. It's not so bad for us, it was more comfortable, more intimate.
The party was held from 8pm to midnight.
• The first part of the party: mutual introduction to each other
When I enter the studio and pass in front of Mistresses Blanche and Euryale, I am still far too shy and impressed to even think about kissing their hands. So I'm just saying hello from a distance.
Formalities follow: undress, wait until someone comes to get me.
I wasn't comfortable. Fortunately, I was able to express this with clumsiness and a very apparent intimidation, my natural self in this case. When I try to resist all this, I tend to fall into provocation, a kind of bad brat, and bad actor. I was still close to it at times.
It sometimes plays tricks on me, because it shows a very bad image of myself, the opposite of what I really am. I hope that hasn't been too much the case here.
But Blancheuryale is so superior that it is easy to give yourself up and let yourself go. It was really done gradually for me, over the four hours. Two more hours, and I was nothing more than a huge bare heart overflowing everywhere, my deepest self.
- Jenny and lace, Jenny the virgin
Very early on, my one-night mistresses wanted to give me a name. They chose Jenny. It amused me, because Jenny is one of my favorite songs by Gérald de Palmas, a song that pays tribute to a sex worker.
It was my ultra-expressive, easily disturbed and impressionable side of me that inspired them to use the term virgin. I have to say, it's a good one. Even though I like to show a certain control and a relative ease in society; in my deepest self I am much closer to the virgin. Little doggie, too.
Fortunately (or too bad?) they didn't hear me, or see me, having an orgasm. It amuses everyone, so expressive am I, even with my body. I squeak, I gesture and laugh, I laugh a lot. They would have been even prouder of these comparisons with Jenny, the hysterical virgin, in front of this show. They see thingd well :-).
Sometimes I even end up with a calf cramp, so much I squirm after the orgasm. Obviously, I'm twisting in pain, so it's only more fun to see.
To complete the whole thing, Mistress Blanche took the initiative from the beginning to dress me for the whole party with maid's outfit, white, with veil and lace. It was very humiliating. I really liked it. To be honest, I already miss this outfit. I really liked having it in their presence, and especially to see that they liked it as much as I did. Just writing it down, I'm excited about it. I was almost proud, actually. This is the first time I was cross-dressed, except for SM art photos where I was a model (Virginie, if you read me, hi!).
It was just as pleasant for me to see that they had no difficulty coping with my hyper-expressiveness. Mistress Blanche did not fail to notice my nervous tics. Some dominatrices only like submissive men who are the opposite of my style. Usually, I'm really not that much, in the frightened boy side who doesn't know where to stand. But they really impress me a lot. From then on, everything is multiplied tenfold.
I have a rather scarred body, scars here and there, for reasons that should be kept quiet (no, no self-mutilation). I'm glad they only noticed one, and not the others. But one was already too much! It is still very visible. It got infected when it healed, several months of hardship. I've never seen anything so horrible. I should have had a nurse at home, but I did the daily care on my own. Some kind of memories. It makes you stronger, I think.
When they asked me how I got this, whether it was a dinosaur, or a dragon, I answered with the same song, telling them it was a wolf. When they asked me to tell them the story, I had to tell them it was a joke. They didn't like being fooled, and that got me in the corner, on all fours, for a while. I heard them behind my back talking to each other, telling that they had believed me with my wolf story :-). I laughed a lot in my corner.
A few minutes later, the punishment is lifted. I come back to Mistress Blanche, who asks me what I learned from this corner placement. I answer with a little too much casualness and imprecision, and there's no shortage of them, I go back to the corner. That's when I realized that I was going to have to be a little more focused with them.
- ♪ Do, re, mi ♪
Since it was the music festival in France, and expecting a little bit of the style of domination and atmosphere they create as a duo, I was prepared, just in case, to have to sing a song. I was afraid it was one of today's special challenges.
Luckily, it didn't come. But there was something related to the music festival.
The three of us were on our knees in front of them. Each of our nipples had to make a note when pinched. My right nipple, do; my left nipple, re. We were saying the note out loud.
A few minutes later, Blancheuryale let her musician's soul speak for itself. I must admit, it was quite amusing. Even more so when I had the chance to be slapped by Mistress Blanche to put an end to the note pronounced.
- Also, also, and also
I have trouble reconstructing the perfect chronology of this first third, I slip things here a little bit in a catch-all.
Mistress Blanche did me the honour of inserting a plug, a rosebud. For those who have read my article on my stay in Warsaw Prison, you know how delicate anal has become for me, in my life journey. But it went very well, and I enjoyed being "full" all party long. Great, then.
A little regret that I keep from this first third: not having dared to sniff Mistress Blanche's black sock when she made me take off one of her boots. I didn't dare do it either at the end of the party, when I was cleaning up, and putting her clothes in the washing machine. I am completely possessed by the smells of a woman. Too quiet, sometimes.
I also remember, among other things, that moment at the very beginning of that first third of the party, when the two hosts spent their teasing hands on my body to get to know each other. They were laughing at all the facial expressiveness that inspired me.
- The fate of the other two victims
• Jacquie, the english-speaking
I don't know his real name, Jacquie is the little name Blancheuryale had given him. He had brought the evening dinner for the two mistresses, sushi. They managed to communicate with him in English. Mistress Euryale is the most comfortable here, thanks to her experience abroad.
He quickly became known for his talent as a foot licker. From the beginning of the party, he was at their bare feet, starting the work.
Mistress Blanche had several times fun commenting on the submissive style he inspired her. It is true that everyone has a certain style, a certain soul, to which we can relate practices, experiences, an emotional profile. She saw in him a rather masochistic submissive, and typically of the style to be able to remain locked up for days in a cell.
I remember he had an accessory, I think it was his, little animal ears. It looked good on him.
I don't think he did anything else in the first third of the party but lick his feet. But he seems to be doing it really well. To such an extent that it is him who, somehow, will have been at the source of the orgy reported below, in the last third of the party.
• Julia, the dog and sea lion
Julia, here again a little name given, close to his real name. What I remember above all from him is the comparison of Mistress Blanche, who said that I was his alterego. From what I saw of him, from what I saw on his various social networks, she hit the nail on the head. I was pretty stunned that she could see that in a few dozen minutes. But not surprised either, professional dominatrices of this quality often have this sixth sense to read people.
I would thus have a lot to say about what differentiated us in our respective paths (from the little I could see from him at the party; especially before, in fact), but it would be inappropriate to go this far while remaining ignorant about who he is. Even if I read people well as well.
Anyway. He is a submissive belonging to Mistress Blanche. She seems to assign him different roles as animals. Right now, it was the sea lion.
So he started the party by giving us a little sea lion show, ordered by Mistress Blanche. It was... a sea lion show.
Also, he had no right to speak, he could only make intonations to express himself.
After that, I seem to remember that he too spent a long time at the feet of the two hosts of the party.
• The second third of the party: launch the rocket
I choose this subtitle because, in my opinion, it is from where the party has taken on a higher dimension, for me at least. I don't know who of Mistress Euryale or Mistress Blanche said that the configuration of this kind of event allowed to create a different alchemy, more anchored, than classic one-hour sessions. I agree with her.
- A great premiere for me: urophilia
Urophilia was one of the very few "classic" practices that I had never explored before. The only one, actually, I think. I was planning to go back to Scotland, to see Mistress Lilith, for this great premiere. She really touched my heart, her urine is special to me now.
But it happened here, all by itself, and it's very good, it's even great. The only thing that tortures me: I don't know who of Mistress Blanche or Mistress Euryale I drank the urine. I would write to them and ask them, but I doubt they will remember that detail.
To do this, the three of us were initially laying on our backs, blinded by a towel covering our heads. We knew something was going on, but we didn't know exactly what it was. Even if it was very easy to guess quickly, even at the very beginning of the party with a sentence pronounced between them that had not slipped my ears.
Mistress Euryale stood above me to fill the container. A few drops missed their target, and kissed the towel over my head. Something that got me a good, strong erection. My real first one of the party. Usually I go off for nothing, and I'm in a strong erection as soon as I undress before joining the dominatrix. But here I was a little nervous, and I really don't sleep well these days, which doesn't help.
Anyway, great moment for me.
They had filled one glass with (real) champagne, and two other glasses with their sweet nectar. There was a draw to find out who was going to drink what.
I remember very well the moment when I had to draw a card with my mouth, as part of the draw, with the obligation to look Mistress Blanche in the eyes. Great joy. She had noticed that I was running away a lot with my eyes and made me the gift of wanting to rectify that.
So I had to drink a cup of urine, but from whom?
The taste was much lighter than I expected. Either they cut it off with water or they drink a lot of water and nothing else, I think. However, the aftertaste remains in the mouth for many minutes.
The next step for me in this matter is nectar at the source.
I am very proud to have known this first in their presence, coming from them, or one of them, rather. It will stay with me.
- St. Andrew's Cross
Mistress Blanche asked me to position myself on her Saint Andrew's cross. I had a good view from here. I unpack her entire dungeon with my eyes. It allowed me to learn more about her. It is difficult to separate a person from his or her environment. Both operate as a married couple. I wonder who is using the mass gainer pot above the kitchen closet. Maybe it's filled with something else.
Nothing more to say about the cross as such, just that at the end I was blindfolded. I had never known such a comfortable headband before. I love it.
I realize more and more that being blindfolded is really a very important little thing for me. I rely heavily on visual analysis. Being deprived of my sight is turning my brain upside down.
There were times when Blancheuryale would tickle me slightly in this position. That's really something that makes me explode. I'm so sensitive to tickling.
- Mistress Euryale's sock
When I was still on that very cross, eyes not yet blindfolded, I was told to go get Mistress Euryale's socks, which she had worn during the day.
Two socks, three submissive mouths. I prayed for it.
I'm being asked to stuff a sock in my mouth. Yeah!
Being gagged is probably the thing that makes me thrill more than anything else. My closest friends who read me here know why.
In addition to that, I am a great foot fetishist, but especially socks (socks slightly more than bare feet), but also and especially the smells of these feet.
Add to that the fact that Mistress Euryale is a woman I respect a lot and who totally captivates me, and you had the perfect cocktail to make me get up like never before. That's what happened.
Once again positioned on the cross, my penis starts to "convulse" with excitement, which has the effect of lifting the small veiled cloth upon it (I have had my maid's outfit since the beginning of the party).
Mistress Blanche doesn't take long to notice it. She comes up to me, lifts the veil, and observes, very amused. She soon realized that it was the sock that had made me feel all that, even more amused. She then slaps my penis several times, it's as pleasant as it is disturbing.
Mistress Euryale is quickly made aware of the scene, and likes to put weights on my penis, to test my erection. A little slackness, too much heavy weights, she has the solution to that. She puts a hand over my mouth, reinforcing the feeling of being gagged, in addition to the privilege of physical contact with her. Here we go again, strong erection. Just writing it down, I'm afraid to break my jeans, it gets up very well :-) . I'll dream of this scene.
It may not seem like much, but it's clearly one of my best memories of that party. Also, she had plunged her eyes into mine. I still have that so expressive glance in my head.
I even had the right a second time, a few minutes later, to this extra gagging of her firm hand.
Currently, Mistress Euryale is certainly the greatest weapon for Hong Kong's independence. She can also use me as cannon fodder.
- Yummy, some foodplay
Foodplay is a practice that has never inspired me, it leaves me neutral. I will never ask for it, but will enjoy it with some pleasure when it comes to me. This was a first for me.
I had a bowl, full of cabbage and two sushi. Mistress Blanche crushed everything with a foot, before feeding me with her foot as support. I would have liked to have eaten more, but I didn't dare to leave her foot, even once cleansed.
It was a pleasant discovery. In any case, typically the kind of practice that I can only appreciate if I have at least a small connection with the woman in charge.
- The fate of the other two victims
• Jacquie, the english-speaker
I can hardly remember what happened to him during that time of the party.
I know in any case that when I myself was standing on the St. Andrew's cross, before, or during my mouth stuffed by Mistress Euryale's sock, she took care of him.
She had blindfolded him, and had partially rope tied him, especially around his cock. The rope was black.
Certainly also that she took advantage of this moment to play with his nipples. It seems to me he had clamps placed on his chest.
I also remember that during the foodplay, which was actually a moment to feed us, Mistress Blanche had not failed to notice how well he could use his tongue on feet, again.
• Julia, the dog and sea lion
Blackout. It was hard to pay attention to what was going on around me, when I was starting to get very involved with my own emotions.
It was the submissive who was given the real champagne, not the urine, mentioned above.
I especially remember that he had crutches attached to his arms all party long. Almost certain that they had been put to him in the first third, by Mistress Blanche. She had done it for the pleasure of Mistress Euryale, I was surprised to hear that she seemed to be attracted to men on crutches.
After my "eh?", I quickly made the connection with her article on restraints, mentioned above, where she says she has a real thing for body deformations, including its extensions. It makes sense with the crutches. Next time I break my shin, I come to Hong Kong and do a little sexy dance on her doorstep.
To follow: a real orgy, a session that lasts even past midnight, and a trip aboard Mistress Euryale's helicopter...