I cannot claim authorship to these accounts of the adventures of Giles and Ginette in France - 
nor can I attest as to their authenticity. I first came across these from a friend in the "
scene" several years ago. Seems that they have had quite a lot of circulation in the last 
10 years in paper form. I transcribed them and did *some* cleaning up of the worst grammer, 
but have left enough to give the unique *flavor* of having been written by someone to whom 
English is a second language. I originally posted these on Compuserve/HSX/VARII a couple of 
years ago.

If anyone recognizes these writings (other than those who have downloaded them from CI$), 
I'd like to hear from you!

                              *****WARNING*****
                              
This story is of ADULT nature and contains description of consentual sexual action that may 
be considered extreme by some people. If you are easily offended by such material or are 
underage, exit NOW! This warining applies to all parts of this story.

Giles & Ginette
xxx xxxxxxx xxx
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CANADA
J1N 1C8                                                                                                                   April 9th, 1987
Dear Jill & Bob,
     We're glad our experience pleased you, and we hope that the rest of it will have the same
stimulating effect on both of you. We are glad for two reasons: first, it is always nice to please friends!
But most of all, we are happy to share it with people who appreciate what happened to us. It is not
everybody who likes to read about S/M and B/D, just as not everyone likes to give and receive these
same arts.
     So it is precious to have friends who understand and feel the same way we do. Obviously, we will
not tell about it to many people on earth, so we feel a great complicity with you and the very few
intimate knowing chums: our five swinging partners, you and Brad and Cindee from Alberta (with
whom we are corresponding for three years now). But we must say that you Bob are the man who
seems to have the closest tastes to mine concerning female domination.
     The other two males in our group are not sexually dominant, and in fact, one is on the fringe of
submissiveness; the same goes with Brad who likes to be on the receiving as well as at the giving
end! As for our female friends, none is submissive, although one is very dominant, so they loved our
account of our trip, and they were thrilled we had so much fun, but they didn't share our enthusiasm
to the fuller. You and Jill gave us the best answer and best feedback to what happened there, and it
made us both feel good to feel at least someone appreciated it for all it was: rich, emotional, exciting
and so close to a few fantasies we had.
     You, Bob, and I are more the same: Both voyeurs who like to see their wives in torrid action with
other men, and according to the pictures you sent, we both love them in bondage! We want them
obeying, but not in pain. The same comparison goes for Jill and Ginette who like to please their
husband by having orgasms from every giving way (except that maybe Jill is less compliant about
anal sex, but more game concerning nipple ornaments and big black lovers!)
     What you say about your fantasy in a sex - shop is funny because nothing was really premeditated
when we went to Patrick's store. Our goal was to get very horny, to show Ginette off, but we had
agreed that no one would touch her; in fact, we never thought that the people running the store might
want and propose to see us perform! We had planned to get red hot, then run to our hotel to take the
pressure out! As you say, seeing my wife in her revealing clothes (indeed, she had no panties on),
strolling in the store with Patrick's eyes all over her, was getting me so excited that I was trembling all
over! During that short time, my cock was not fully hard, but it was oozing pre-come liquids like a
fountain!
     Still now, I don't know what was better: to see her that way, with her rings who said it all, almost
naked in front of that stranger; or to later fuck her in bondage in those submissive poses, with Patrick
an avid spectator. Ginette says that the choice is obvious, because if I had not taken her in the back
store, I would have dreamed about doing it for the rest of my life! We find your fantasy about the sex-
shop exciting, but we both would be very concerned about things getting out of hand.
     You see, while we were with Patrick in his backstore, I had just one fear: that a customer would
knock at the door and insist to come in, and that Patrick would bring him over. Ginette later told me
that the same thought had bugged her all the time, to the point of spoiling one fourth of her fun. As
she was tied and unable to refuse anything, she feared that a strange man would help our host knock
me down, then beat the hell out of her, or worst... I had the same fear, although it was reassuring for
me to verify what Ginette could not: that Patrick was sincere, not aggressive and having a great time
the way things were going.
     Yet, we thought about the same thing: a possible assault. You must understand that when you are
in a foreign country (or sleazy neighborhoods where sex-shops are located) you must be concerned
about your security. That is why we would be careful before we would enact the fantasy you have.
Maybe you should play it safe by organizing a similar show with three or more chosen friends in a
safe but strange place first. We did it once in an empty warehouse in full daylight, and we had great
fun. We invited three male friends we knew, and one brought along a good friend we were meeting for
the first time. Ginette was the only female and she was playing the role of a young woman who was
not sure if she was ready for prostitution; so, to break her in, her pimp-to-be (me) brings her for a try
with a few strangers.
FROM ONE TO THE OTHER
     There is no penetration in your fantasy, but there were in our game, and Ginette was taken every
possible way, but individually, by us all. We were standing in different parts of the large empty
building and she was sent from one to the other. After she had been taken by each one of us (two
used her mouth, me too; one her pussy and one her anus), the men left, except the new one who
wanted more (he had fucked her pussy from behind). We chatted and rested for awhile; then I made
Ginette suck us before we took her in a sandwich (him in her anus). It was a fantastic afternoon that
we still remember with great pleasure. I still can clearly hear how the sounds were amplified by the
echo, and how sexy it was. You should try it!
     You could mix this idea with your fantasy, tying Jill's hands behind her back (I love the idea!
Seeing the results in your fantastic pics makes it even more enjoyable!). The men could take turns
fondling her all over, roughing her tits a little; the rest is up to you and her: the peep-show possibility,
the squirting semen shower option, or may I suggest a gang-bang!!! Well, you asked for suggestions!
I know one thing: with the VDs running around town, the idea of sleazy men gathering in a sex-shop,
running their hands over Ginette's body, and finger fucking her would NOT reassure me! But
selected friends, (some of her former black lovers maybe) five or six of them, in a carefully chosen but
strange place, could give an even better result!
PIERCING
     Now about nipple piercing, I know the occasion was excellent, and back home Ginette even
mentioned that she was almost sure that I was going to do it. How would she have reacted? She
doesn't know, but she thinks that she would have been disappointed because we have agreed that
she would have to be ready and willing if we do it. And ready, she was not at all! After the pain of her
squeezed nipples, she was very reluctant, even after admiring how pretty and sexy the practice of
body piercing was on the many pictures exposed in the store. As for me, I didn't do it for three
reasons: because this is a permanent and visible transformation of her body, I think that she has her
word to say! 2. Patrick was pushing too hard, and I didn't want it to be his decision! 3. The cost was
ridiculous when I can do it myself in very sanitary ways!
     I hope for you, Bob, that Jill is more willing than Ginette about that issue! The loops on her nipples
look great. She really has nipples for piercing: long and very erected (it seems to be a permanent
state for them: jutting away from her little gracious tits!). Jill could easily wear two rings in each nipple
like we saw many slaves do: there is plenty of room for one horizontal near the base, and a smaller
vertical ring near the tip. Most of the slaves had much shorter nipples than Jill and barely had enough
place for the infibulations (more about this later), so we know that it would look stunning on Jill. But let
her begin with one ring first!!!
HOT CHOCOLATE
     Ginette wanted me to start with many thanks for sending her a complete copy of the mag HOT
CHOCOLATE. Sorry I didn't, but there was so much to say that I forgot her request and I began the
letter writing about a more general mood instead of that item; but it doesn't mean that it was not
important! The mag has been the object of many fantasies for her, and I benefitted largely of it! So let
me thank you too, as much as she does. It was very nice of you to send the mag, and we were able to
appreciate why you like it so much. Besides yours, Ginette's favorite ad is the one from a black couple
in California whose colour pic is next to yours on page 77.
     She wonders what great feelings a bent cock like this guy's would create in her; the way it is
upturned makes her sure that it would be great. She also thinks that this guy has a great body.
Another pic has made her dream and come many times: it appears on page 72, and it shows a black
man from New Jersey entering a white woman from behind. She says that this is how she would like
it. She asked me to make love to her that way, and she came very hard without even touching her clit:
with just the power of her imagination!
     My favorite is indeed the "slut who loves black cock" on page 64! This woman doesn't lie about her
condition, letting it be written in blue ink all over her bottom! And have you seen her working on that
enormous black prick! The ad is exciting too (we are sure that you must have contacted this couple!),
but not as much as yours! Jill's wording is great: "When turned on, do all", and "Husband makes all
arrangements and I do what he enjoys"! Fantastic! Your pictures are nice too, showing the best of Jill,
and we thank you again for sending the mag so that we could see them in colour. I was seduced too
by that picture of a white woman on page 31 (from Louisiana), the one who licks the semen covering
her pretty face. Also not bad at all is the girl from Macomb on page 51, although she looks a lot like
the model on page 50 and might be a pro.
     What concerns Ginette about your ad is that Jill's face is very visible. Aren't you afraid that
someone you know from your social life finds these pics and harms you? She is very paranoid about
this (she teaches and she would be in deep trouble if her sexual activities were to be known), and she
is always stunned by how blatant some of our friends are about their sex life, especially in largely
distributed mags. Maybe your entourage is more tolerant, or you simple don't care? Ginette says that
she prefers HOT CHOCOLATE to ADAM because the ad sections are separated (females, males,
couples) and it was easier for her to read. I didn't have to translate her the ads, and she was not
interested in the "articles"!
     She reads English much more fluently now, but she still has lots of problems with longer texts like
your letter that I must translate for her almost entirely. I don't have real problems with your handwriting
(much less than you'd have with mine!), and I quickly got used to it, enough to understand it all. (In
fact, there is only one paragraph that I couldn't read: it is a short one you added at the head of a
chapter. I read: "Oh, we like to hear about your relation booth ... Is it in your home? Starting a new
business?". It is the words "relation booth" that I don't catch. Do you mean a public relations office? In
that case, no, just a desktop publishing business that I'm starting at home besides my other job. I
publish pamphlets, annual reports, booklets, data processing, etc. I do it with the Mac and the
LaserWriter printer. What about you: do you like your new position, besides the fact that it keeps you
away from Jill 5 days a week?
BACK TO THE GOOD THINGS!
     Enough with our jobs! We thank you for your offer of the cuffs. After thinking about it, we decided
not to catch the opportunity. We thank you very much, it was very generous of you, and we hesitated
because we were afraid that you'd take our refusal the wrong way. The reasons are that, 1 - we know
that the Customs Office will make a fuss about it. Cuffs are considered weapons here in Canada, and
we are not allowed to import them. 2 - we think that we are perfectly happy with the silk scarves and
leather collars that we are using for bondage when the mood arises!
     A few ropes, some strings (for Ginette's nipples!) and a good humiliation will do more to our sexual
appetite than handcuffs. Ginette thinks that they are just on the other side of comfortable to wear in a
sexual situation. On special occasions, it is all right, but not for our intimate B&D. We were able to
see that you are quite good at B&D yourself! Jill sure is an obedient subject, but you seem to be an
expert at knots and ropes! I loved the way you tied Jill, and I had to try the same on my own slave!
     I went to a hardware store and bought a similar kind of rope. I chose cotton instead of nylon (I can't
see what yours is made of) because I was afraid that nylon might burn her skin at the tighter contact
points. I applied the same method you used, passing a rope each side of her cunt lips, and I used
another one to fasten her arms, just like you did to Jill. Then, I improvised and made it a little different:
I hade her hold her opposite elbows in her hands and rolled some more rope around her fists. I also
added a little twist that she loves (and me too!): I tied a ten inch long string to her big toes; this forces
her to take little steps when she walks.
     I then clicked the leash to to her thick dog collar that she had put herself around her neck to prove
her submission, and I walked her around the house. With her linked toes, she had to make fast short
steps to follow me, and this is a sure way to make her wet her thighs with pleasure juices that pour
down from her pussy! (One of her most erotic pleasures is to see a Japanese woman in traditional
attire walk with short twisted steps!). Another difficulty she also craves and fears at the same time is
that her bondaged feet make it quite tricky for her to go up and down stairs!
     She has to kind of jump from one stair to the other, and this makes her tits and bottom bounce. A
few arrogant comments on my part about her jumping flesh makes her blush and cream at the same
time (which is a common situation to her: usually, the redder her face, the wetter her pussy!). Indeed,
when she is in a stairway, I don't hold her by the leash, but by an arm to prevent her from hurting
herself. She often tumbles or misses a stair, so I have to get a hold on her. It is very hard for her to
climb the stairs in that situation, but she does it, and I'm not sure who derives more pleasure from the
experience! I know that I love to see her so dependant and vulnerable! My erection is hard as steel all
the while!
     I spend most of my time making fun of her or repeating how clumsy she is! She acquiesces
profusely, repeating from her own will: "Yes, I'm so clumsy! How can you bear to have such an
incompetent wife! Yes, I'm not even able to climb stairs like a grown-up! You are so generous to bear
with me!" If she misses a stair, I lightly slap her bottom with the tip of the leash, or I pinch her round
bouncing flesh!
     By the time we reach the top of the stairs, she repeats in a frenzy that she loves me and that I can
do what I want with her! She is out of breath and this is the best time to make her kneel down and
suck me! Her hard breathing around my cock is very pleasant, but she has more to do before I come
in her mouth. The other day, arriving upstairs, I noticed that her skin was red at the contact of the
rope, mostly her arms, over the elbow. It must be because she moved her arms a lot to try to keep her
balance. Usually, I only tie her wrists behind her back with a large silk scarf, so there is not much
friction (most of the time, she also wears her butt-plug, and it makes it even harder to jump up or
down the stairs. But that day, because the ropes were closing access to her anus, we left it aside).
     As she didn't complain or ask for relief, I took hold of the leash and went on with the trip around
the house. I did as usual: we stop in each room, and she has to kneel down by herself to suck me.
And kneeling with arms and feet in bondage is not easy. She has to bend her knees, sit on her
ankles, then lean forward to let her knees reach the wooden floor. Sometimes she misses her landing
and hits the floor on her bottom, or hard on her knees! If she falls and rolls on her back, I just make
fun of her and she must get up alone. The more I laugh, the more excited she gets!
     Depending on my mood, I sometimes do not fasten her wrists to her elbows behind her back. In
that case, she plays with her anal plug while she sucks me, and she comes that way a few times
when she is especially hot. That day, she had the ropes to help her get sensations around her
genitals. The orgasm she had was splendid: there she was in bondage at my knees, my cock-head in
her open mouth, still out of breath and moaning loud, saliva trickling down her chin, shaking and
undulating all over. It was a good and strong one that lasted a long time; she says that she dedicates
it to Jill because she had a flash that it was a strong black man who was holding the leash instead of
me at that moment, adding to her humiliation and pleasure!
     I gave her no time to rest from her climax: this is part of our game. So, we headed to our bedroom
where I had her prepare a chain of paper clips to make it look like the splendid nipple clamps Jill
wears in one pic (By the way, where do you find these? This is exactly what we are looking for, with or
without the chain that links the two clamps). The result is not as aesthetic as your clamps, but she
looked even better now. She had to kneel again, and this time, I didn't try to hold back. I came almost
immediately from the sight of my willing and obliging slave.
     She drank all my semen, letting me literally fuck her face. It was so good to look down at her to see
her swallow with passion and to contemplate her body adorned to please me. When I was satiated, I
pulled out of her mouth and smiled at her. I knew by now that her arms were in pain, so I untied them
and let her lay on our bed. I made her open her legs as much as she could with the toe-string and
bend them over her chest to see how her pussy was doing. Her skin was red between her thighs
where the rope had been rubbing so I preferred to take it off there too.I rubbed some cream around
her pussy and in her anus, masturbating her gently with patient fingers, taking my time until she was
coming again.
     While we rested for awhile, we got high on a thing we love to do during our B&D sessions: I made
her express all the sensations she had experienced during the last hour. It is very sexy to hear her
version of what she had to do, especially when I correct her and make her use words that she tries to
avoid! For example, if she says: "And when you took me from behind...", I cry out:"I did what?!", and
she shamefully admits: "When you fucked my ass...". I really get hot when she describes how
humiliated she was during a situation, or how she was surprised by one of my decisions, orders or
penetration. She has a very sensual way with words and on such occasions, she uses a cooing voice
that makes me hard in a flash.
     This time, her way to explain her feelings with the new bondage technique and her identification
with Jill were very exciting, and I decided that we would go on with more bondage. I made her stand
up and flaunt her body to me, which she did in a playful way, dancing around the place with her large
silk scarf, only doing the little but graceful steps that the toe-string allowed. To make a change with
the previous session, I produced the butt-plug, and she eagerly bent forward to receive it into her
loins. I also put the rope back on her arms, just above the elbows this time instead of at mid-arms. I
also put back the paper clip chain on her nipples now that they had some rest (I had taken them off
while we were speaking because they become painful and mark her flesh if she wears them more
than 15 minutes). And she was ready to trot again!
     It was great to see her go down the stairs, jumping precariously from one step to the next. Then, I
took her on a tour of the first floor with a stop in the wash room where she had to pee in a small tin
basin. This is quite humiliating for her because she must kneel over the little basin not to spill any
urine on the tiled floor (if she does, I make her wash it with a dry linen that she holds in her mouth!).
The basin is very small and only holds about half a bladder; so she must check to see that she
doesn't overflow it. If this is about to happen, she has to hold her pee in midstream. Then, she has to
pick up the can with her arms tied behind her back, empty it in the toilet without spilling any during the
short but perilous transportation! When this is done, she must put the can down, and she can finish
her peeing.
     One of her most stinging souvenirs happened about six years ago, before we met out present
swinging friends, when I made her perform that trick in front of a dominant man we used to party with
from time to time. One of his requirements was that Ginette was blindfolded during the time he was
with us ( not to keep a secret, but because it was an old fantasy of his; Ginette knew perfectly well
who he was), so it made it harder for her to... hit the target! Her arms were not tied at that time, but
she had no right to use her hands to find the can.
     She succeeded in straddling the can enough to sit on it and pee. But when she tried to get up, she
spilled all the contents on the floor! This was when I had the idea to make her wipe it with a dry cloth
that I planted in her mouth. The spot of urine was quite large, and her long hair soaked in it as she
lowered her face and started to rub the linen on the floor. This sight was too much for our friend who
knelt behind Ginette and took her like that, in a sensual rage. They were both so horny that they came
very fast with a force that you only see in such situations. There she was, with her face in her own
piss, her ass up in the air,  shouting her violent orgasm over the linen, with him planted deep in her
pussy, coming like crazy. I was in heaven to be able to witness such a fantastic pleasure, but I
refrained from taking my turn in her cunt when I saw how exhausted she was when he emptied in her.
     From then on, if Ginette feels trashy, she manages to spill some piss, and we redo the same
scene together! But last evening, she was more careful and she smiled shyly to me, indicating that
she was preferring more gentle attentions ( or she simply didn't want to clean the mess in her hair and
on the floor that this action implies!) (She says that she is just not in the mood; she is tamer about
Golden Showers after our adventure in France... but more about this later!). So I took her to the sitting
room where she knelt again to suck me.
     If we had been in summertime, I would have taken her outside on the gallery or in the back yard,
as I sometimes do on the darker nights. I love to expose her in bondage that way, risking that
someone may see her! Sometimes, she has to walk along the cedar fence until we reach a corner of
our property, and she has to piss standing up against it! She loves to do that! When she is done, she
begs me to take her, anyway, and I usually sodomize her standing on the wet grass with the
mosquitos feasting on our butts!!!
     This last time, it ended the same way, but inside the house, without the mosquitos, but also
without the thrill of performing a dangerous mission! She was glad to have the ropes removed, and
she says that she prefers her silk; the ropes are great for a short time, but they kind of burn when she
moves. We did a short demonstration with them for our swinging friends last week, and it was just
right for the occasion: Ginette paraded with them and we played the slave auction  to know who would
have her that night (we give the money to a house for beaten and abused women!!!). It all lasted 20
minutes and it was perfect timing. For the occasion, I had again duplicated the way you had tied Jill
on the photos you sent.
     I thought that you might be interested to know that Ginette has grouped all of your pics in a special
album that she keeps handy in our secret hiding place, in the living room! The first two pictures are
the one with your address on it, and the close-up of Jill wearing the nipple clamps. Since she read
Jill's ad in HOT CHOCOLATE , she feels close to her and loves to identify with her. She wants me to
write that she too feels her heart beating faster when I translate her Jill's adventures with her black
lovers.
     She too would like to see a big black cock approaching her mouth with a large ebony body
towering over her. She is curious about one fact that she noticed: on the pics, the guys cocks look
much blacker than the rest of their body. She wonders why, but I had no explanation handy! You must
know, so please satisfy her curiosity! She has two other questions (sorry if this section looks sordid; it
is because I'm adding it after I finished writing the whole letter; while reading and translating it for to
her she claimed she had little chance to express herself sooner). Her questions are: does Jill let her
black lovers come in her mouth? And do you, Bob, make love to her after you take the pictures with
her lovers? (She means: do you wait till after they are gone, or do you take her while it is the black
guy's turn to look at you in action?). (Now this makes a lousy transition with the rest of the text, but I'm
sure you understand! After all, I'm not writing the all American novel!!!).
     We hope that your heart will miss a few beats again while reading the rest of what happened to us
in France. If it could only give you as many ideas as you did with your pics and letter, then we would
be very happy for you!
THE S/M PARTY
     Before we left the store, Patrick explained how we could join him in case we would accept his
invitation to participate in one or two orgies with his group or others. He agreed on our terms that we
wouldn't touch or be touched in any way by anyone, and that we would watch only. His condition was
that we gave them a show at some time during the party, preferably at the end. Something in the
mood of what had been done during this afternoon in his back-store would be fine: "Your exhibition
will be quite tame compared to the things you will witness, but I'm sure that our friends will appreciate
it because, first, you are amateurs, and second, because there is something naive and enthusiastic in
your attitude!"
     I asked what kind of clothes would be best for the orgy, and he explained that nobody was totally
naked: masters and mistresses wear some kind of leather pants or vest that expose their genitals;
slaves wear rings or jewels, also many kinds of leather bondage devices that cover or expose parts of
their bodies.
     Because we were not to participate physically, he exempted us from the medical examination, so it
meant that we would not have to be present many hours in advance, like the others. We would only
join for the shower, masters on one side, slaves on the other. After the shower, the slaves dry their
masters and guests, then the dressing takes place, as the slaves help the masters with their attires.
After that, there is a line up when each slave is set off with the chosen ornaments and given hers or
his instructions.
     Usually the master chooses the things his slave will wear, and the "friends" )as he called the
persons we referred to as "the customers") watch or make suggestions according to their taste. The
orgy can begin after that ceremony when a drawing determines who is first and who follows at using
the slaves.
     Patrick warned us that we would not know where the party was held, and that we would be driven
there in a closed but comfortable van: "We take some risks holding such parties. Because our friends
pay to use the slaves, the police could press charges against us for prostitution. So the utmost
security and secrecy is necessary; this is also why you will be searched in the van."
     I didn't like it too much, I mean that idea of not knowing where we were being driven. If anything
happened to us, nobody could know where we were. You know, we are always a bit paranoid in a
foreign country! I said so to Patrick who laughed and said that we could give the address of the store
and his name to someone we trust before we leave to join the party.
     It seemed reasonable enough to me and Ginette nodded her agreement in my direction. Patrick
noticed that sign, and said to me: "Now, I want to be sure you understand where you are invited to: it
is a place of obedience and submission where slaves are severely treated, not a kinder-garden. There
seems to be more complicity than obedience and discipline between your slave and you. This
concerns me because we have reached many steps higher with our slaves and our games are
sometimes far out for people who are not used to them. I want to be sure that you will play the game,
even if you see more than you bargained for. During the party, your attitude must be one of a master,
and hers, one of a slave, not tourists. The way you acted this afternoon lets me think that we are all
going to benefit from the party, so don't disappoint me!".
     I told him that I understood his feelings and that we were going to love the party, even if we do not
approve all of what we were going to see: "We know that we will not appreciate the physical violence,
for example, but I"m sure we want to see it at least once with our own eyes! Now, about the complicity
you noticed between my wife and me, it extends to our sexual games. My dominance, and her
submission to games are not a way of life, and I think it must be clear to you".
     He agreed, but cut short his answer because two men had entered the store and were looking at
books, obviously waiting for him for guidance. He gave us a phone number we were to call a few days
later, and we left. Ginette was shivering, and yet, she admitted that she was excited beyond reason!
Because of the strikes, we had a hard time finding a cab, and during the trip back to our hotel, she
held my hand tight. Back in our room, she was still shivering.
     I asked her if she was OK, and she said that she loved the situation, although she was kind of
falling back to reality after what she had done in the afternoon, and realizing what had happened: "It
had been a long time since I was treated that way in front of a total stranger; I was not feeling nervous
when it all happened, but I'm now! Isn't that stupid! I'm only beginning to realize how you humiliated
me in front of this man, how much it felt natural in his environment, and how hot it made me!"
     I told her how pleasant it had been to dominate her and that I was surprised how easily she had let
me take control of her. She answered: "That is true! I wanted it to happen! It even felt right (not
always good, but right and kind of normal!) to bear the pain when you applied the squeezers on my
nipples! And I was so horny when you put the chains on and exposed me to him...!".
     "Your anus was very soft and compliant when I took you! Maybe the reason was because it was
your second sodomy today, but I know when you are horny enough to let a donkey enter your
bottom!", I said, and she laughed, blushing a little, too! She said: "I can assure you that there was no
pain when you took me! I don't think that there was another part of my body that wanted you more
than my anus this afternoon!"
     I asked how she felt back there after the excesses of the day, and she just said as usual that this
is not for me to worry: "This is my problem! If you want me there again right now, just take me and
make me come again! Just take my body, and let me take care of it!", and she cuddled in my arms! I
often wonder how she can make such a liberal use of her anus, and I'm concerned about the possible
injuries or discomforts she might encounter after a torrid Greek session; but her answer is always the
same: "This is my problem, not yours! If I foresee a difficulty, be sure that I'll warn you".
     Then, we made love again, but in a more conventional way, with lots of tenderness, expressing our
feelings and care. During the meal that followed, she only talked about the upcoming orgy. She was in
a real hurry for it to happen. Yet, she had to wait a few days, and me too, in growing nervousness
before the time came.
     We called Patrick, and he gave us an appointment near our hotel. At 7 PM a light panel truck
stopped next to us, and Patrick came out to salute us; he invited us in by the side door, and we met a
big guy inside, the bouncer type! He searched us with knowing large hands, and took our personal
belongings. We couldn't see where we were going, although the ride was very comfortable: there
were deep seats in the cabin, but no windows, and a partition separated us from the driver.
     Patrick chatted with me, but then again, he never addressed Ginette. After a rather long ride, we
entered a building and the door opened. We were in a luxurious place, even if it was only the garage,
and Patrick rushed us to an elevator. On the first floor, we went along a corridor, turned a few corners
and reached an indoor swimming pool.
     A big woman in her middle forties greeted me with a smile. Patrick introduced her as Mistress
Lucienne, the keeper of the stable where his own slave was serving. She explained to me that she
was going to take care of my slave from now on, according to the agreement we had with Patrick. She
was wearing a leather teddy that exposed her large aureoles and enormous butt, and strange flat-
heeled shoes that looked like arabic loafers. She fastened a handcuff over Ginette's wrist and drove
her toward the showers. I followed Patrick in the other direction, and we too entered a shower-room
like the ones you find in public baths.
     There were about 20 showers, next to a dressing room; we first undressed and a naked male took
my small bag that contained my and Ginette's party clothes. I discovered that Patrick was in excellent
shape as were the other three men who arrived. Soon, the place was crowded with good humored
men, all of them over 40. Some were not as fit as our host, three in particular had large potbellies and
bald heads. I saw twins, two large men, barely 40, trimmed and serious, who didn't mingle with the
rest.
     Three women entered too, laughing and saluting everyone. Two were chubby like Lucienne, but
one was slim and dry as a rope! She had no tits to mention, just two flat little pouches! She was in her
late 50's and the others in their late 40's. I was stunned and disappointed, and Patrick must have
seen the look on my face! He laughed and said that these were the Mistresses who had brought their
male slaves to the party. I just knew that none of them were to my taste, and that it must be
punishment indeed to have to make love to these women!
     What surprised me most was the size of the men's cocks! They were all huge and I was feeling
handicapped next to them! As Ginette later noticed, they were not that long, although probably in the
7 to 9 inch range. But they were all thick. At that moment most were soft, but they however looked big.
The biggest were the twins, and they were hard as can be, as if they had just been interrupted in the
middle of a love session! These two knew what they wanted!
     They were the only ones that didn't salute me; all the others introduced themselves and were very
friendly. I could hardly imagine them whipping a woman or making her suffer! When we all seemed
clean, the doors opened and a group of female and male slaves entered the room under the guidance
of Lucienne. They were holding towels and started to dry us. They were outnumbered by three to one,
so it took awhile.
CONTINUED IN "G&G1B.TXT"
     (I know this part has been a bit "slow" - with a few interesting parts - but the action is just starting
to heat up! Let the games begin!)
 I cannot claim authorship to these accounts of the adventures of Giles and Ginette
 in France - nor can I attest as to their authenticity. I first came across these from a
 friend in the "scene" several years ago. Seems that they have had quite a lot of
 circulation in the last 10 years in paper form. I transcribed them and did *some*
 cleaning up of the worst grammer, but have left enough to give the unique
 *flavor* of having been written by someone to whom English is a second
 language. I originally posted these on Compuserve/HSX/VARII a couple of years
 ago.
 If anyone recognizes these writings (other than those who have downloaded them
 from CI$), I'd like to hear from you!
 
 
                               *****WARNING*****
 This story is of ADULT nature and contains description of consentual sexual
 action that may be considered extreme by some people. If you are easily offended
 by such material or are underage, exit NOW! This warning applies to all parts of
 this story.
 
 
 
 
 
 Giles & Ginette
 xxx xxxxxxx xxx
 xxxxxxxxxxxxx
 CANADA
 J1N 1C8                                                                                                                  
 April 9th, 1987
 
 Dear Jill & Bob,
      We're glad our experience pleased you, and we hope that the rest of it will
 have the same stimulating effect on both of you. We are glad for two reasons:
 first, it is always nice to please friends!
 But most of all, we are happy to share it with people who appreciate what
 happened to us. It is not everybody who likes to read about S/M and B/D, just as
 not everyone likes to give and receive these same arts.
 
      So it is precious to have friends who understand and feel the same way we do.
 Obviously, we will not tell about it to many people on earth, so we feel a great
 complicity with you and the very few intimate knowing chums: our five swinging
 partners, you and Brad and Cindee from Alberta (with whom we are
 corresponding for three years now). But we must say that you Bob are the man
 who seems to have the closest tastes to mine concerning female domination.
      The other two males in our group are not sexually dominant, and in fact, one is
 on the fringe of submissiveness; the same goes with Brad who likes to be on the
 receiving as well as at the giving end! As for our female friends, none is
 submissive, although one is very dominant, so they loved our account of our trip,
 and they were thrilled we had so much fun, but they didn't share our enthusiasm
 to the fuller. You and Jill gave us the best answer and best feedback to what
 happened there, and it made us both feel good to feel at least someone
 appreciated it for all it was: rich, emotional, exciting and so close to a few
 fantasies we had.
      You, Bob, and I are more the same: Both voyeurs who like to see their wives
 in torrid action with other men, and according to the pictures you sent, we both
 love them in bondage!
  We want them obeying, but not in pain. The same comparison goes for Jill and
 Ginette who like to please their husband by having orgasms from every giving
 way (except that maybe Jill is less compliant about anal sex, but more game
 concerning nipple ornaments and big black lovers!)
      What you say about your fantasy in a sex - shop is funny because nothing was
 really premeditated when we went to Patrick's store. Our goal was to get very
 horny, to show Ginette off, but we had agreed that no one would touch her; in
 fact, we never thought that the people running the store might want and propose
 to see us perform! We had planned to get red hot, then run to our hotel to take the
 pressure out! As you say, seeing my wife in her revealing clothes (indeed, she had
 no panties on), strolling in the store with Patrick's eyes all over her, was getting
 me so excited that I was trembling all over! During that short time, my cock was
 not fully hard, but it was oozing pre-come liquids like a fountain!
      Still now, I don't know what was better: to see her that way, with her rings
 who said it all, almost naked in front of that stranger; or to later fuck her in
 bondage in those submissive poses, with Patrick an avid spectator. Ginette says
 that the choice is obvious, because if I had not taken her in the back store, I
 would have dreamed about doing it for the rest of my life! We find your fantasy
 about the sex-shop exciting, but we both would be very concerned about things
 getting out of hand.
      You see, while we were with Patrick in his backstore, I had just one fear: that
 a customer would knock at the door and insist to come in, and that Patrick would
 bring him over. Ginette later told me that the same thought had bugged her all the
 time, to the point of spoiling one fourth of her fun. As she was tied and unable to
 refuse anything, she feared that a strange man would help our host knock me
 down, then beat the hell out of her, or worst... I had the same fear, although it was
 reassuring for me to verify what Ginette could not: that Patrick was sincere, not
 aggressive and having a great time the way things were going.
      Yet, we thought about the same thing: a possible assault. You must
 understand that when you are in a foreign country (or sleazy neighborhoods
 where sex-shops are located) you must be concerned about your security. That is
 why we would be careful before we would enact the fantasy you have.Maybe you
 should play it safe by organizing a similar show with three or more chosen
 friends in a
 safe but strange place first. We did it once in an empty warehouse in full daylight,
 and we had great fun. We invited three male friends we knew, and one brought
 along a good friend we were meeting for the first time. Ginette was the only
 female and she was playing the role of a young woman who was not sure if she
 was ready for prostitution; so, to break her in, her pimp-to-be (me) brings her for
 a try with a few strangers.
 
 FROM ONE TO THE OTHER
 
      There is no penetration in your fantasy, but there were in our game, and
 Ginette was taken every possible way, but individually, by us all. We were
 standing in different parts of the large empty building and she was sent from one
 to the other. After she had been taken by each one of us (two used her mouth, me
 too; one her pussy and one her anus), the men left, except the new one who
 wanted more (he had fucked her pussy from behind). We chatted and rested for
 awhile; then I made Ginette suck us before we took her in a sandwich (him in her
 anus). It was a fantastic afternoon that we still remember with great pleasure. 
 I still can clearly hear how the sounds were amplified by the echo, and how sexy
 it was. You should try it!
      You could mix this idea with your fantasy, tying Jill's hands behind her back
 (I love the idea!Seeing the results in your fantastic pics makes it even more
 enjoyable!). The men could take turns fondling her all over, roughing her tits a
 little; the rest is up to you and her: the peep-show possibility,the squirting semen
 shower option, or may I suggest a gang-bang!!! Well, you asked for suggestions!
 I know one thing: with the VDs running around town, the idea of sleazy men
 gathering in a sex-shop,running their hands over Ginette's body, and finger
 fucking her would NOT reassure me! But selected friends, (some of her former
 black lovers maybe) five or six of them, in a carefully chosen but strange place,
 could give an even better result!
 
 PIERCING
 
      Now about nipple piercing, I know the occasion was excellent, and back home
 Ginette even mentioned that she was almost sure that I was going to do it. 
 How would she have reacted? She doesn't know, but she thinks that she would
 have been disappointed because we have agreed that she would have to be ready
 and willing if we do it. And ready, she was not at all! After the pain of her
 squeezed nipples, she was very reluctant, even after admiring how pretty and sexy
 the practice of body piercing was on the many pictures exposed in the store. 
 As for me, I didn't do it for three reasons: because this is a permanent and visible
 transformation of her body, I think that she has her word to say! 2. Patrick was
 pushing too hard, and I didn't want it to be his decision! 3. The cost was
 ridiculous when I can do it myself in very sanitary ways!
      I hope for you, Bob, that Jill is more willing than Ginette about that issue! The
 loops on her nipples look great. She really has nipples for piercing: long and very
 erected (it seems to be a permanent state for them: jutting away from her little
 gracious tits!). Jill could easily wear two rings in each nipple like we saw many
 slaves do: there is plenty of room for one horizontal near the base, and a smaller
 vertical ring near the tip. Most of the slaves had much shorter nipples than Jill
 and barely had enough place for the infibulations (more about this later), so we
 know that it would look stunning on Jill. But let her begin with one ring first!!!
 
 HOT CHOCOLATE
 
      Ginette wanted me to start with many thanks for sending her a complete copy
 of the mag HOT CHOCOLATE. Sorry I didn't, but there was so much to say that
 I forgot her request and I began the letter writing about a more general mood
 instead of that item; but it doesn't mean that it was not important! The mag has
 been the object of many fantasies for her, and I benefitted largely of it! So let
 me thank you too, as much as she does. It was very nice of you to send the mag,
 and we were able to appreciate why you like it so much. Besides yours, Ginette's
 favorite ad is the one from a black couple in California whose colour pic is next to
 yours on page 77.
      She wonders what great feelings a bent cock like this guy's would create in
 her; the way it is upturned makes her sure that it would be great. She also thinks
 that this guy has a great body.Another pic has made her dream and come many
 times: it appears on page 72, and it shows a black man from New Jersey entering
 a white woman from behind. She says that this is how she would like it. She
 asked me to make love to her that way, and she came very hard without even
 touching her clit:with just the power of her imagination!
      My favorite is indeed the "slut who loves black cock" on page 64! This woman
 doesn't lie about her condition, letting it be written in blue ink all over her
 bottom! And have you seen her working on that enormous black prick! The ad is
 exciting too (we are sure that you must have contacted this couple!),but not as
 much as yours! Jill's wording is great: "When turned on, do all", and "Husband
 makes all arrangements and I do what he enjoys"! Fantastic! Your pictures are
 nice too, showing the best of Jill,and we thank you again for sending the mag so
 that we could see them in colour. I was seduced too by that picture of a white
 woman on page 31 (from Louisiana), the one who licks the semen covering her
 pretty face. Also not bad at all is the girl from Macomb on page 51, although she
 looks a lot like the model on page 50 and might be a pro.
      What concerns Ginette about your ad is that Jill's face is very visible. Aren't
 you afraid that someone you know from your social life finds these pics and
 harms you? She is very paranoid about this (she teaches and she would be in deep
 trouble if her sexual activities were to be known), and she is always stunned by
 how blatant some of our friends are about their sex life, especially in largely
 distributed mags. Maybe your entourage is more tolerant, or you simple don't
 care? Ginette says that she prefers HOT CHOCOLATE to ADAM because the ad
 sections are separated (females, males,couples) and it was easier for her to read. 
 I didn't have to translate her the ads, and she was not interested in the "articles"!
      She reads English much more fluently now, but she still has lots of problems
 with longer texts like your letter that I must translate for her almost entirely. I
 don't have real problems with your handwriting (much less than you'd have with
 mine!), and I quickly got used to it, enough to understand it all. (In fact, there is
 only one paragraph that I couldn't read: it is a short one you added at the head of a
 chapter. I read: "Oh, we like to hear about your relation booth ... Is it in your
 home? Starting a new business?". It is the words "relation booth" that I don't
 catch. Do you mean a public relations office? In that case, no, just a desktop
 publishing business that I'm starting at home besides my other job. I publish
 pamphlets, annual reports, booklets, data processing, etc. I do it with the Mac and
 the LaserWriter printer. What about you: do you like your new position, besides
 the fact that it keeps you away from Jill 5 days a week?
 
 BACK TO THE GOOD THINGS!
 
      Enough with our jobs! We thank you for your offer of the cuffs. After thinking
 about it, we decided not to catch the opportunity. We thank you very much, it was
 very generous of you, and we hesitated because we were afraid that you'd take our
 refusal the wrong way. The reasons are that, 1 - we know that the Customs Office
 will make a fuss about it. Cuffs are considered weapons here in Canada, and we
 are not allowed to import them. 2 - we think that we are perfectly happy with the
 silk scarves and leather collars that we are using for bondage when the mood
 arises!
      A few ropes, some strings (for Ginette's nipples!) and a good humiliation will
 do more to our sexual appetite than handcuffs. Ginette thinks that they are just on
 the other side of comfortable to wear in a sexual situation. On special occasions,
 it is all right, but not for our intimate B&D. We were able to see that you are
 quite good at B&D yourself! Jill sure is an obedient subject, but you seem to be
 an expert at knots and ropes! I loved the way you tied Jill, and I had to try the
 same on my own slave!
      I went to a hardware store and bought a similar kind of rope. I chose cotton
 instead of nylon (I can't see what yours is made of) because I was afraid that
 nylon might burn her skin at the tighter contact points. I applied the same method
 you used, passing a rope each side of her cunt lips, and I used another one to
 fasten her arms, just like you did to Jill. Then, I improvised and made it a little
 different:
 I hade her hold her opposite elbows in her hands and rolled some more rope
 around her fists. I also added a little twist that she loves (and me too!): I tied a ten
 inch long string to her big toes; this forces her to take little steps when she walks.
      I then clicked the leash to to her thick dog collar that she had put herself
 around her neck to prove her submission, and I walked her around the house. 
 With her linked toes, she had to make fast short steps to follow me, and this is a
 sure way to make her wet her thighs with pleasure juices that pour down from her
 pussy! (One of her most erotic pleasures is to see a Japanese woman in traditional
 attire walk with short twisted steps!). Another difficulty she also craves and fears
 at the same time is that her bondaged feet make it quite tricky for her to go up and
 down stairs!
      She has to kind of jump from one stair to the other, and this makes her tits and
 bottom bounce. A few arrogant comments on my part about her jumping flesh
 makes her blush and cream at the same time (which is a common situation to her:
 usually, the redder her face, the wetter her pussy!). Indeed,when she is in a
 stairway, I don't hold her by the leash, but by an arm to prevent her from hurting
 herself. She often tumbles or misses a stair, so I have to get a hold on her. It is
 very hard for her to climb the stairs in that situation, but she does it, and I'm not
 sure who derives more pleasure from the experience! I know that I love to see her
 so dependant and vulnerable! My erection is hard as steel all the while!
      I spend most of my time making fun of her or repeating how clumsy she is!
 She acquiesces profusely, repeating from her own will: "Yes, I'm so clumsy! 
 How can you bear to have such an incompetent wife! Yes, I'm not even able to
 climb stairs like a grown-up! You are so generous to bear with me!" If she misses
 a stair, I lightly slap her bottom with the tip of the leash, or I pinch her round
 bouncing flesh!
      By the time we reach the top of the stairs, she repeats in a frenzy that she loves
 me and that I can do what I want with her! She is out of breath and this is the best
 time to make her kneel down and suck me! Her hard breathing around my cock is
 very pleasant, but she has more to do before I come in her mouth. The other day,
 arriving upstairs, I noticed that her skin was red at the contact of the rope, mostly
 her arms, over the elbow. It must be because she moved her arms a lot to try to
 keep her balance. Usually, I only tie her wrists behind her back with a large silk
 scarf, so there is not much friction (most of the time, she also wears her butt-plug,
 and it makes it even harder to jump up or down the stairs. But that day, because
 the ropes were closing access to her anus, we left it aside).
      As she didn't complain or ask for relief, I took hold of the leash and went on
 with the trip around the house. I did as usual: we stop in each room, and she has
 to kneel down by herself to suck me.And kneeling with arms and feet in bondage
 is not easy. She has to bend her knees, sit on her ankles, then lean forward to let
 her knees reach the wooden floor. Sometimes she misses her landing and hits the
 floor on her bottom, or hard on her knees! If she falls and rolls on her back, I just
 make fun of her and she must get up alone. The more I laugh, the more excited
 she gets!
      Depending on my mood, I sometimes do not fasten her wrists to her elbows
 behind her back. In that case, she plays with her anal plug while she sucks me,
 and she comes that way a few times when she is especially hot. That day, she had
 the ropes to help her get sensations around her genitals. The orgasm she had was
 splendid: there she was in bondage at my knees, my cock-head in her open
 mouth, still out of breath and moaning loud, saliva trickling down her chin,
 shaking and
 undulating all over. It was a good and strong one that lasted a long time; she says
 that she dedicates it to Jill because she had a flash that it was a strong black man
 who was holding the leash instead of me at that moment, adding to her
 humiliation and pleasure!
      I gave her no time to rest from her climax: this is part of our game. So, we
 headed to our bedroom where I had her prepare a chain of paper clips to make it
 look like the splendid nipple clamps Jill wears in one pic (By the way, where do
 you find these? This is exactly what we are looking for, with or without the chain
 that links the two clamps). The result is not as aesthetic as your clamps, but she
 looked even better now. She had to kneel again, and this time, I didn't try to hold
 back. I came almost immediately from the sight of my willing and obliging slave.
      She drank all my semen, letting me literally fuck her face. It was so good to
 look down at her to see her swallow with passion and to contemplate her body
 adorned to please me. When I was satiated, I pulled out of her mouth and smiled
 at her. I knew by now that her arms were in pain, so I untied them and let her lay
 on our bed. I made her open her legs as much as she could with the toe-string and
 bend them over her chest to see how her pussy was doing. Her skin was red
 between her thighs where the rope had been rubbing so I preferred to take it off
 there too.I rubbed some cream around her pussy and in her anus, masturbating
 her gently with patient fingers, taking my time until she was coming again.
      While we rested for awhile, we got high on a thing we love to do during our
 B&D sessions: I made her express all the sensations she had experienced during
 the last hour. It is very sexy to hear her version of what she had to do, especially
 when I correct her and make her use words that she tries to avoid! For example, if
 she says: "And when you took me from behind...", I cry out:"I did what?!", and
 she shamefully admits: "When you fucked my ass...". I really get hot when she
 describes how humiliated she was during a situation, or how she was surprised
 by one of my decisions, orders or penetration. She has a very sensual way with
 words and on such occasions, she uses a cooing voice that makes me hard in a
 flash.
      This time, her way to explain her feelings with the new bondage technique and
 her identification with Jill were very exciting, and I decided that we would go on
 with more bondage. I made her stand up and flaunt her body to me, which she did
 in a playful way, dancing around the place with her large silk scarf, only doing
 the little but graceful steps that the toe-string allowed. To make a change with the
 previous session, I produced the butt-plug, and she eagerly bent forward to
 receive it into her loins. I also put the rope back on her arms, just above the
 elbows this time instead of at mid-arms. I also put back the paper clip chain on
 her nipples now that they had some rest (I had taken them off while we were
 speaking because they become painful and mark her flesh if she wears them more
 than 15 minutes). And she was ready to trot again!
      It was great to see her go down the stairs, jumping precariously from one step
 to the next. Then, I took her on a tour of the first floor with a stop in the wash
 room where she had to pee in a small tin basin. This is quite humiliating for her
 because she must kneel over the little basin not to spill any urine on the tiled floor
 (if she does, I make her wash it with a dry linen that she holds in her mouth!).
 The basin is very small and only holds about half a bladder; so she must check to
 see that she doesn't overflow it. If this is about to happen, she has to hold her pee
 in midstream. Then, she has to
 pick up the can with her arms tied behind her back, empty it in the toilet without
 spilling any during the short but perilous transportation! When this is done, she
 must put the can down, and she can finish her peeing.
      One of her most stinging souvenirs happened about six years ago, before we
 met out present swinging friends, when I made her perform that trick in front of a
 dominant man we used to party with from time to time. One of his requirements
 was that Ginette was blindfolded during the time he was with us ( not to keep a
 secret, but because it was an old fantasy of his; Ginette knew perfectly well who
 he was), so it made it harder for her to... hit the target! Her arms were not tied at
 that time, but she had no right to use her hands to find the can.
      She succeeded in straddling the can enough to sit on it and pee. But when she
 tried to get up, she spilled all the contents on the floor! This was when I had the
 idea to make her wipe it with a dry cloth that I planted in her mouth. The spot of
 urine was quite large, and her long hair soaked in it as she lowered her face and
 started to rub the linen on the floor. This sight was too much for our friend who
 knelt behind Ginette and took her like that, in a sensual rage. They were both so
 horny that they came very fast with a force that you only see in such situations.
 There she was, with her face in her own piss, her ass up in the air,  shouting her
 violent orgasm over the linen, with him planted deep in her pussy, coming like
 crazy. I was in heaven to be able to witness such a fantastic pleasure, but I
 refrained from taking my turn in her cunt when I saw how exhausted she was
 when he emptied in her.
      From then on, if Ginette feels trashy, she manages to spill some piss, and we
 redo the same scene together! But last evening, she was more careful and she
 smiled shyly to me, indicating that she was preferring more gentle attentions ( or
 she simply didn't want to clean the mess in her hair and on the floor that this
 action implies!) (She says that she is just not in the mood; she is tamer about
 Golden Showers after our adventure in France... but more about this later!). So I
 took her to the sitting room where she knelt again to suck me.
      If we had been in summertime, I would have taken her outside on the gallery
 or in the back yard,as I sometimes do on the darker nights. I love to expose her in
 bondage that way, risking that someone may see her! Sometimes, she has to walk
 along the cedar fence until we reach a corner of our property, and she has to piss
 standing up against it! She loves to do that! When she is done, she begs me to
 take her, anyway, and I usually sodomize her standing on the wet grass with the
 mosquitos feasting on our butts!!!
      This last time, it ended the same way, but inside the house, without the
 mosquitos, but also without the thrill of performing a dangerous mission! She
 was glad to have the ropes removed, and she says that she prefers her silk; the
 ropes are great for a short time, but they kind of burn when she moves. We did a
 short demonstration with them for our swinging friends last week, and it was just
 right for the occasion: Ginette paraded with them and we played the slave auction 
 to know who would have her that night (we give the money to a house for beaten
 and abused women!!!). It all lasted 20 minutes and it was perfect timing. For the
 occasion, I had again duplicated the way you had tied Jill on the photos you sent.
      I thought that you might be interested to know that Ginette has grouped all of
 your pics in a special album that she keeps handy in our secret hiding place, in
 the living room! The first two pictures are the one with your address on it, and the
 close-up of Jill wearing the nipple clamps. Since she read Jill's ad in HOT
 CHOCOLATE , she feels close to her and loves to identify with her. She wants
 me to write that she too feels her heart beating faster when I translate her Jill's
 adventures with her black lovers.
      She too would like to see a big black cock approaching her mouth with a large
 ebony body towering over her. She is curious about one fact that she noticed: on
 the pics, the guys cocks look much blacker than the rest of their body. She
 wonders why, but I had no explanation handy! You must know, so please satisfy
 her curiosity! 
 She has two other questions (sorry if this section looks sordid; it is because I'm
 adding it after I finished writing the whole letter; while reading and translating it
 for to her she claimed she had little chance to express herself sooner). Her
 questions are: does Jill let her black lovers come in her mouth? And do you, Bob,
 make love to her after you take the pictures with her lovers? (She means: do you
 wait till after they are gone, or do you take her while it is the black guy's turn to
 look at you in action?). (Now this makes a lousy transition with the rest of the
 text, but I'm sure you understand! After all, I'm not writing the all American
 novel!!!).
      We hope that your heart will miss a few beats again while reading the rest of
 what happened to us in France. If it could only give you as many ideas as you did
 with your pics and letter, then we would be very happy for you!
 
 
 THE S/M PARTY
 
      Before we left the store, Patrick explained how we could join him in case we
 would accept his invitation to participate in one or two orgies with his group or
 others. He agreed on our terms that we wouldn't touch or be touched in any way
 by anyone, and that we would watch only. His condition was that we gave them a
 show at some time during the party, preferably at the end. Something in the
 mood of what had been done during this afternoon in his back-store would be 
 fine: "Your exhibition will be quite tame compared to the things you will witness,
 but I'm sure that our friends will appreciate it because, first, you are amateurs,
 and second, because there is something naive and enthusiastic in your attitude!"
      I asked what kind of clothes would be best for the orgy, and he explained that
 nobody was totally naked: masters and mistresses wear some kind of leather
 pants or vest that expose their genitals;slaves wear rings or jewels, also many
 kinds of leather bondage devices that cover or expose parts of
 their bodies.
      Because we were not to participate physically, he exempted us from the
 medical examination, so it meant that we would not have to be present many
 hours in advance, like the others. We would only join for the shower, masters on
 one side, slaves on the other. After the shower, the slaves dry their masters and
 guests, then the dressing takes place, as the slaves help the masters with their
 attires.After that, there is a line up when each slave is set off with the chosen
 ornaments and given hers or his instructions.
      Usually the master chooses the things his slave will wear, and the "friends" )as
 he called the persons we referred to as "the customers") watch or make
 suggestions according to their taste. The orgy can begin after that ceremony when
 a drawing determines who is first and who follows at using the slaves.
      Patrick warned us that we would not know where the party was held, and that
 we would be driven there in a closed but comfortable van: "We take some risks
 holding such parties. Because our friends pay to use the slaves, the police could
 press charges against us for prostitution. So the utmost security and secrecy is
 necessary; this is also why you will be searched in the van."
      I didn't like it too much, I mean that idea of not knowing where we were being
 driven. If anything happened to us, nobody could know where we were. You
 know, we are always a bit paranoid in a foreign country! I said so to Patrick who
 laughed and said that we could give the address of the store and his name to
 someone we trust before we leave to join the party.
      It seemed reasonable enough to me and Ginette nodded her agreement in my
 direction. Patrick noticed that sign, and said to me: "Now, I want to be sure you
 understand where you are invited to: it is a place of obedience and submission
 where slaves are severely treated, not a kinder-garden. There seems to be more
 complicity than obedience and discipline between your slave and you. This
 concerns me because we have reached many steps higher with our slaves and our
 games are sometimes far out for people who are not used to them. I want to be
 sure that you will play the game,even if you see more than you bargained for. 
 During the party, your attitude must be one of a master,and hers, one of a slave,
 not tourists. The way you acted this afternoon lets me think that we are all going
 to benefit from the party, so don't disappoint me!".
      I told him that I understood his feelings and that we were going to love the
 party, even if we do not approve all of what we were going to see: "We know that
 we will not appreciate the physical violence,for example, but I"m sure we want to
 see it at least once with our own eyes! Now, about the complicity you noticed
 between my wife and me, it extends to our sexual games. My dominance, and her
 submission to games are not a way of life, and I think it must be clear to you".
      He agreed, but cut short his answer because two men had entered the store and
 were looking at books, obviously waiting for him for guidance. He gave us a
 phone number we were to call a few days later, and we left. Ginette was
 shivering, and yet, she admitted that she was excited beyond reason!Because of
 the strikes, we had a hard time finding a cab, and during the trip back to our
 hotel, she held my hand tight. Back in our room, she was still shivering.
      I asked her if she was OK, and she said that she loved the situation, although
 she was kind of falling back to reality after what she had done in the afternoon,
 and realizing what had happened: "It had been a long time since I was treated
 that way in front of a total stranger; I was not feeling nervous when it all
 happened, but I'm now! Isn't that stupid! I'm only beginning to realize how you
 humiliated
 me in front of this man, how much it felt natural in his environment, and how hot
 it made me!"
      I told her how pleasant it had been to dominate her and that I was surprised
 how easily she had let me take control of her. She answered: "That is true! I
 wanted it to happen! It even felt right (not always good, but right and kind of
 normal!) to bear the pain when you applied the squeezers on my nipples! And I
 was so horny when you put the chains on and exposed me to him...!".
      "Your anus was very soft and compliant when I took you! Maybe the reason
 was because it was your second sodomy today, but I know when you are horny
 enough to let a donkey enter your bottom!", I said, and she laughed, blushing a
 little, too! She said: "I can assure you that there was no pain when you took me! I
 don't think that there was another part of my body that wanted you more than my
 anus this afternoon!"
 
      I asked how she felt back there after the excesses of the day, and she just said
 as usual that this is not for me to worry: "This is my problem! If you want me
 there again right now, just take me and make me come again! 
 Just take my body, and let me take care of it!", and she cuddled in my arms! 
 I often wonder how she can make such a liberal use of her anus, and I'm
 concerned about the possible injuries or discomforts she might encounter after a
 torrid Greek session; but her answer is always the same: "This is my problem, not
 yours! If I foresee a difficulty, be sure that I'll warn you".
      Then, we made love again, but in a more conventional way, with lots of
 tenderness, expressing our feelings and care. During the meal that followed, she
 only talked about the upcoming orgy. She was in a real hurry for it to happen.
 Yet, she had to wait a few days, and me too, in growing nervousness before the
 time came.
      We called Patrick, and he gave us an appointment near our hotel. At 7 PM a
 light panel truck stopped next to us, and Patrick came out to salute us; he invited
 us in by the side door, and we met a big guy inside, the bouncer type! He
 searched us with knowing large hands, and took our personal belongings. 
 We couldn't see where we were going, although the ride was very comfortable:
 there were deep seats in the cabin, but no windows, and a partition separated us
 from the driver.
      Patrick chatted with me, but then again, he never addressed Ginette. After a
 rather long ride, we entered a building and the door opened. We were in a
 luxurious place, even if it was only the garage,and Patrick rushed us to an
 elevator. On the first floor, we went along a corridor, turned a few corners
 and reached an indoor swimming pool.
      A big woman in her middle forties greeted me with a smile. Patrick introduced
 her as Mistress Lucienne, the keeper of the stable where his own slave was
 serving. She explained to me that she was going to take care of my slave from
 now on, according to the agreement we had with Patrick. She
 was wearing a leather teddy that exposed her large aureoles and enormous butt,
 and strange flat-heeled shoes that looked like arabic loafers. She fastened a
 handcuff over Ginette's wrist and drove her toward the showers. I followed
 Patrick in the other direction, and we too entered a shower-room like the ones you
 find in public baths.
      There were about 20 showers, next to a dressing room; we first undressed and
 a naked male took my small bag that contained my and Ginette's party clothes. I
 discovered that Patrick was in excellent shape as were the other three men who
 arrived. Soon, the place was crowded with good humored men, all of them over
 40. Some were not as fit as our host, three in particular had large potbellies and
 bald heads. I saw twins, two large men, barely 40, trimmed and serious, who
 didn't mingle with the rest.
      Three women entered too, laughing and saluting everyone. Two were chubby
 like Lucienne, but one was slim and dry as a rope! She had no tits to mention, just
 two flat little pouches! She was in her late 50's and the others in their late 40's. 
 I was stunned and disappointed, and Patrick must have seen the look on my face.
 He laughed and said that these were the Mistresses who had brought their
 male slaves to the party. I just knew that none of them were to my taste, and that
 it must be punishment indeed to have to make love to these women!
      What surprised me most was the size of the men's cocks! They were all huge
 and I was feeling handicapped next to them! As Ginette later noticed, they were
 not that long, although probably in the 7 to 9 inch range. But they were all thick.
 At that moment most were soft, but they however looked big.The biggest were
 the twins, and they were hard as can be, as if they had just been interrupted in the
 middle of a love session! These two knew what they wanted!
      They were the only ones that didn't salute me; all the others introduced
 themselves and were very friendly. I could hardly imagine them whipping a
 woman or making her suffer! When we all seemed clean, the doors opened and a
 group of female and male slaves entered the room under the guidance of
 Lucienne. They were holding towels and started to dry us. They were
 outnumbered by three to one,so it took awhile.
 
 
 
 CONTINUED IN "G&G1B.TXT"
 
      (I know this part has been a bit "slow" - with a few interesting parts - but the
 action is just starting to heat up! Let the games begin!)
 
     Indeed, Ginette dried me and no one else. Because she was finished first, she had time to look
at the scene and I saw her eating the displayed cocks with her eyes! She was standing in front of
me, and I was holding her by the neck with one hand. She whispered to me that she was very
impressed by the sizes of the master's cocks, but that she found them much older than us. I made
her laugh (she had to hide it indeed) when I told her "What should I say! Have you seen the
mistresses!!! The slaves are not that young either!"
     In fact, I was a bit disappointed to see the physical condition of the slaves. They were all well
over 40, and a few over 50, except for Patrick's slave (who was never introduced to us any other
way: Patrick's slave!) who I recognized from the pictures and who was in her late thirties. They
were mostly pretty, but... 10 to 15 years older than me! In the dimmed light, their bodies looked
nice... for women their age!
     The fact that they had no pussy hair looked a bit strange on them. I caught a few glimpses of
gold between their legs, but the rings that adorned their pierced cunt lips were not obviously
exposed except in two cases: one had a fancy disk hanging from her left extended labia; the other
had a slim leather strap passing through four or five rings on each side of her pussy before it was
fastened around each thigh. The straps were knotted very tight and the effect was very impressing
because it pulled a lot on her lips.
     The rings on the slaves' nipples were very exciting. They seemed to take all the place at the tip
of each breast! All rings were large, mostly about one inch in diameter, quite thick, and they were
implemented vertically at the base of the nipple. A few slaves had other and smaller vertically
installed rings; they were linked together by a taut chain that made them face each other; I noticed
that only the older slaves wore the vertical rings, and I concluded that this trick was used to give a
firmer look to their breasts. Most of the others had studs or a very delicate dangling gold chain in
the vertical holes.
     One had studs that ended in two thick iron rings that were so heavy that they pulled her tits
down. A small blonde, the prettier of the pack, had a long nylon string through each vertical
piercing; each was about five feet long and had been glided halfway, so it was hanging down
freely about her as she moved; I couldn't wait to see where and how these imaginative masters had
planned to tie the strings.
     Some slaves had floppy tits, most had nice ones and the glitter of the rings made me forget the
sagging I could see! When I got glimpses of their butts though, I discovered a sight that wouldn't
make the cover, or any page, of any magazine! What was not much to make me feel hornier were
the traces of whipping that were quite visible on their cheeks and backs. What I hated most about
all of them is that they all had short, very short hair, and it looked incongruous on women their
age, especially because such a treatment doesn't fit the shape of the face of many people. I later
learned that for a year, the specialty of that particular stable had been to offer bald slaves, but that
the masters had grown bored with it; in the state we saw them, the slaves had about 7 weeks of
hair on their scalp after they stopped shaving their heads. Ginette considers that the humiliation of
having to shave her head would be too much for her! She said that she'd prefer to receive the whip
than to have to shave all her hair! And this means a LOT!
YOU SHOULD SEE THEM IN ACTION
     Patrick must have guessed my feeling toward the physical condition of the slaves because he
came to me giggling and said: "You should see them in action! They will make you forget their
age!..
We are ready to proceed, so you will have a chance to appreciate them better. Now, would you
prepare your slave here before we move to the next room to prepare ours?"
     I picked up the bag we had brought and produced the "clothes" we had planned to wear: for
me, the vest of a swallowtail coat (the best translation I could find), for Ginette, a short black
bolero that we thought would be perfect for the evening: it was barely covering the sides of
Ginette's tits and enhanced them nicely. She had also chosen to bring her anal plug that she had
brought with her from home. While we "dressed", Patrick started to introduce me officially to the
group, explaining the reasons and conditions I had agreed upon to join the party with my slave.
     Then, he ordered Ginette to kneel down, to lower her head and to pinch her own nipples,
extending them forward. She obeyed without hesitating one second, and she looked very sexy that
way. Taking a fistful of her hair, but without pulling on it, he stated that "this slave is trained to
humiliation, but not to physical pain; I hope that she will change her mind after seeing how much
pleasure our slaves derive from the punishment of their bodies; in fact, it is not important that she
modifies her conduct and submits to physical punishment: she is here to serve her master the way
he wants it. Her docility is ridiculous compared to what we require of our slaves; but I must say
that according to what I have seen, she is a gifted sodomite, who still has to stretch some more
though. You can see that her body is pleasant, and it is interesting to see it in servitude".
     He turned to me, nodded, and let go of her hair; so I ordered Ginette to stand up and prepare
herself. She was blushing to the tips of her nipples, and with the flesh tone of a blond like she has,
when she is red, she looks like a boiled lobster! Knowing her as I do, I knew that she was wetting
her cunt walls now, and that Patrick had pulled the right trigger! He had understood that a speech
like this in front of an audience is a better way to get her hot than the treatment he reserves for his
own slave.
     Ginette obeyed me; under the hem of her bolero, she fastened the little belt that holds the plug,
then she bent forward for the fitting of the dildo. Her back made a right angle with her legs and
she rested her hands on her knees. She had greased her anus and the plug before we left the hotel,
but after the shower she had to take and the through cleaning that Lucienne supervised, all the KY
had been rubbed off from her hole.
     She had been explained that in that stable, no lubricant was allowed on the slaves for anal sex,
except saliva or some lubricant one master might want to put on his cock before penetration, So
Ginette had to take off all the KY she had pushed in her anus; using her fingers she had to search
her own asshole and rinse them with water under Lucienne's close inspection. What was left on
the plug was a little short to ensure a comfortable entry, but she made a point of honor not to show
the little difficulty she suffered! Not knowing any of this, I entered the plug slowly but in only one
steady stroke; I must say that I never noticed a difference! She is so supple in that hole that entry
was easy as usual! I only learned about the lack of lubrication much later, and the funny way
Ginette told it to me was not to give me remorse!
     For the moment, I was in heaven: I love to see the short sturdy plastic tube enter her ass, and it
felt even better to sense all those strangers appreciating the sight with me! I fastened the rear strap,
and Ginette took hold of the two front straps between her legs. With a slap on her ass-cheek, I
signaled her to straighten up; she did, presenting me with the straps that framed her cunt. I made a
show of installing them each side of her pussy before I fastened the flat hook to the belt.
     Then, Patrick invited me to follow the group to the orgy room. I was fascinated by the place,
and Ginette couldn't believe her eyes. All sorts of contraptions were installed all over a richly
furnished hall and the dim lights were calculated to spot each device. The slaves were lined up,
females on one side, males on the other, and a strange ceremony took place that was to determine
who was going to take who.
     We never knew how they decided, but it seems that only a few people wanted the same thing at
the same time, so the choice was short and the gang was divided into small groups, about one
slave for three masters or mistresses. I saw Patrick's slave disappear with the twins in a room next
to the large one where we had gathered; I knew what they were up to, so I told Ginette that I
wanted to see them in action. I made her walk in front of me to admire the sight of her butt divided
by the base of the plug that protruded between them.
     The door was not closed, and the first thing that I noticed was the large number of crystal water
bottles that were scattered all over the place, on each furniture. Like in the other room, there were
a few whips and cat-o'-nine tails on the walls and chairs. In the middle of the thickly carpeted
floor, the little brunette slave was kneeling in front of a twin, sucking him to hardness, helping her
mouth with both hands.
     The hardening cock looked enormous compared to her face, but it didn't prevent her from
deep-throating it every few strokes. The man stood with his legs apart, his fists on his haunches,
looking down on the slave. His brother was gulping down a glass of water, then another one, as he
watched the scene. He looked at me briefly, but didn't smile or nod as the other masters did when
my eyes met theirs.
     It was very impressive to see this little woman taking the thick cock entirely down her face. Her
lips were distended, her jaws opened to the fuller; the tension made the skin of her nose very taut,
and this had a fantastic effect on the ring she was wearing at the base of her nose partition. It was
very visible that way and even more implicit of the slavishness of her condition than her full
mouth and submissive pose.
     The master took hold of her head and fucked her throat with a succession of hard strokes that
made Ginette shiver and moan next to me. But the slave didn't even wince and he pulled out with
a loud wet noise. Slings of saliva poured out of the slave's mouth; with a natural gesture, she
collected them with her index and middle finger, and reaching backward, she rubbed the liquid
between her ass-cheeks.
     I was very curious to see her anus, but I didn't dare enter the room: if the twins had decided to
seek the intimacy of a separate room, it meant that they were not willing to have a voyeur enter
their game! All the while, the other twin had been drinking water, one glass after the other,
slowing down after the third one. He handed one glass to his brother who was now behind the
slave and who drunk the water. And without more preparation, that man just pointed his fat cock
between the halves of the offered bottom and pushed.
     He was obviously fucking her ass, but from the force and speed of the penetration, I wondered
for one second if he had not decided for her pussy instead. But the cry uttered by the slave and her
jump forward confirmed that he had brutally invaded her rectum. Ginette's mouth was open wide
as she witnessed that assault; still now, she only believes it because she saw it. Brave and
knowing as she is about sodomy, she never thought that it was possible to take someone anally
that hard, and with so little lubricant, without killing him or her!
     I was stunned too! It took him less than a second to be planted to the hilt in her back door! You
must also remember that this guy was not endowed like the average male, and that the only visible
lubrication used was some saliva! The girl was holding her head down between her arms as if she
had been struck by a terrible force; we could hear her breathing hard and moaning at the same
time. She was on all fours and her limbs were trembling a little. My eyes were mostly attracted by
her small tits that dangled under her chest, with the rings and little chains that were more visible
now that her nipples were very hard.
     The other man approached with a short riding whip, and he switched the slave's back with it.
Ginette's shriek was louder than the slave's, who lifted her head. She had her eyes tightly closed in
a painful grimace. Her mouth was wide opened on her cry, and the guy abruptly entered her throat
until his belly pushed on her ringed nose.
      As if it had been a signal, the twin in her ass started to fuck the slave as brutally as he had
entered her, and he started to come after only ten violent strokes. All the while, the one in the
slave's mouth had held her head by the ears, still pushing his cock all the way in her face.
     His brother pulled out with one stroke, and went to a table to drink a glass of water, then
another one, and so on. By then, the tortured throat had been freed, but the slave stayed in position
while the man made her turn around, to present her ass to his cock. When her body rotated, her
anus passed in front of my eyes, and I was able to have a glimpse of it. I saw a large ring of pink
flesh bordered by pink folds that had not closed down yet, and that, apparently were not going to
be able to have a chance to tighten up for some time!
     After moving on her hands and knees under the guidance of the master, the slave was now
presenting her rump to him. Like his brother, he took her asshole with the same violence that drew
a sharp cry from her. Then, he started to fuck her more gently, pinching her ass cheeks and
slapping them. His brother knelt in front of the slave, presenting his soiled and limp penis to her
mouth. She took him in, and sucked his cock until he was all the way in. I clearly saw her throat
start to move up and down, and understood that he had started to urinate in her mouth!
     Ginette had not noticed it at first, and when I mentioned it to her, she looked at me bewildered!
But she had to admit the reality. The guy pissed during what I think was 15 seconds, then he
started to fuck her throat in time with his brother who was now ramming her ass. This one came
fairly quickly too, and he emptied her rump in only one stroke before he reached for the glass of
water.
     His bladder was certainly beginning to be full, because he shivered and went back to his place
behind the slave. His brother was hard by now, and the girl had to crawl around again; she had
not been in place for more than five seconds before the guy behind her was in her ass again to the
hilt, and the other one in front of her was in her mouth!
     We were stunned! This time, she had to drink during a long time, about 30 seconds, and she
spilled some piss over her chin, obviously out of breath. We could not believe that the man's
reaction to that was to pull his still dripping cock out of her mouth and to slap her face hard twice.
Ginette moaned her disapproval, and I pinched her to silence her. The man put his cock back in
the slave's mouth and resumed pissing. Her cheeks were red from the hard blows, and her body
shaking from the strong strokes of the man in her ass. Now you can understand how dumfounded
we were when the slave showed the significant signs of an orgasm!
     While she was coming very hard, the man in her ass ejaculated; he was less violent now and
took his time before he pulled out of her. But now the other twin was hard again, and the poor
slave had to rotate once more. We saw her asshole when it passed in front of us, and it looked a bit
inflamed. Her spincter had not closed down, showing lots of pink flesh and letting a torrent of
semen run down between her cunt lips.
     As soon as she was in place, the man behind her entered her asshole once again, his hard cock
coated with only her saliva. She made a face that indicated how tired her round muscle was by
now, even more so when the master plunged in her with the same violence as before. Before long,
the penis that had just left her rump was in her mouth and down her throat; her forehead was
bumping on the man's belly as the twin in the back was sodomizing her heartily.
     Then we clearly noticed when the slave's mouth started to be drenched with piss! She was
drinking steadily, breathing noisily with her nose between each gulp. This time, she didn't spill
any because the guy's cock was much softer and allowed her to breathe. He was over before his
brother. He pulled out and went to rest on a couch, looking intently at the action. His penis was
limp, but still somewhat congested.
     The other master was not looking tired at all! Ginette whispered that the poor slave must have
suffered from the friction of this large and dry prick after the violent assaults she had surrendered
to. The man made a sign to his brother who stood up and approached the couple with a short and
fat whip. Ginette hid her face against my breast when his arm went down on the slave's shoulders.
The noise was horrible and Ginette jumped when the leather hit the flesh.
     The slave only moaned, and it took five more blows before she started to react. The man was
now hitting her waist, leaving trails of red marks on her back. The next time the whip cracked on
her rump, the slave started to come. It was beautiful and savage to see her undulate under the
blows and the faster strokes of the cock in her ass. The whip was hitting her even harder now, and
the woman seemed to be very stimulated by the terrible action. If this was a faked orgasm, she
was a tremendous actor!
     Ginette was looking again now, after she had heard the unmistakable cries and moans of a
coming female! She was shocked but fascinated at the same time. When the slave's orgasm
showed signs of extinction, the whipping stopped, and this is when the other twin came in her
bowels. He stayed a long time straddling her, catching her breath, but she didn't move an inch
before he freed her.
     He rolled over on his back, and sat next to his brother on the carpet. The slave slowly gathered
her limbs and stood up unsteadily. She had battered eyes, and she looked exhausted. She tumbled
up on her legs, looked at us and smiled weakly. Not even blushing, she rubbed her lips with her
forearm to wipe out wet traces left by the men. She was so exhausted that she looked drunk.
     She stirred and we had a good glimpse of the tattoo that was visible just above her ringed clit,
on her shaved pube. It looked like gold initials artistically entwined in a royal blue blazon. Then,
she passed in front of us and went down the corridor to what looked like the toilet door. When she
browsed past us, her body smelled strongly of semen, sweat, piss and the musky odor of a well
fucked and still open asshole.
     I followed her, deciding to get a good look at her raped anus. When I reached the door, I heard
her vomiting, so I stayed outside; suddenly, Lucienne was on my side, and she said: "This slave
deserves some rest now. Maybe you could have a glimpse of what is happening to the others?". "I
just want to see her anus now, then, I'll leave her alone", I answered. The mistress smiled and
pushed the door.
     The slave looked at us with surprise when we entered the large tiled bathroom, but she didn't
hesitate at all when Lucienne ordered her to present her rump and spread her buns. Semen was
still trickling down from the slack folds of the stretched hole. The anal mouth looked large, very
large, and it was hard to imagine that it would get back in shape. My impression was that it
looked devastated, but the slave contracted her muscle that winked and showed signs of a more
normal anus!
     The flesh was red and inflamed all around, and I couldn't believe my ears when the mistress
said that we should let the slave rest now because she only had 15 minutes of respite before she
had to serve the twins for the second identical part of the session! Ginette was feeling sorry for the
other girl, and she still swears that she could never be greeked that way, so hard and dry, even
with all her training.
     When she drove us back to the main room, Lucienne knew how we were feeling because she
reassured us (although she was only addressing me!) about the slave's fate: "She has been through
it more than a hundred times in the last three years, although the sessions were shorter before, and
she enjoys it. She has been serving these two masters almost every week the same way you saw
tonight for that long. They bought her to use as they please one day a week. Usually, their sessions
are private, but the masters decided to rent that slave one more day this week in honor of your
visit!
     I must say that they are particularly cruel this evening with her. But don't be afraid! I know
how hard she can come when she is excited, and I can assure you that she has her best orgasms in
such situations; this female loves to drink piss, and she has been drinking her own long before she
was ordered to do it by another person!!!" "Why was she vomiting, then?" I said doubtfully. "Just
like the Romans did: to make room for more! And it is not really healthy to digest so much urine,
so she has been instructed to throw it out, as much as possible, when she is made to drink it by the
liter!", laughed Lucienne.
     "And what about her anus, then? It looks so distended that I doubt that she can trust her
spincter any more! And she is not even finished with the twins according to what you said: they
are going to ruin her", I protested. The mistress laughed, and answered me teasingly: "They are
not the only culprits for the loose state of her asshole! She has been following a strict stretching
program for nearly two weeks; it is starting to pay off, because yesterday, I was able to enter five
fingers in her rump, but she needs to be softened a little more: I had to stop just short of pushing
the last knuckle in!"
     I remembered that Patrick had mentioned it, but I was skeptic: "But she must have problems
with her daily duties with a hole that distorted!". "She would if we were feeding her with fruits
and bran cereals!!! But she is on a light constipating diet for the duration of the program. After she
has let my and her master's fist in her bowels, her spincter will not need to be kept in continuous
stretching. That way, her anus will be broken in, but she will then follow a squeezing program. In
three weeks, she will be able to hold a tooth pick or allow my forearm to enter her bottom!!!", said
the cheerful mistress!
     I had the sentiment that I was dreaming. Confronted with the reality of S&M, I realized how
far from the real facts we were during our fantasies. Talking and writing about a very brutal
sodomy, large cocks and dildos or a slave drinking urine is fun and exciting; but witnessing it
happening in front of your own eyes, especially in such a brutal way, hearing the noises, and
smelling the bodies and secretions was something else. I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit and
Ginette was wet as can be, and yet I was not that sure that I liked the scene.
     As for Ginette, she now says that she was horrified but horny, unable to admit that these things
were actually happening and that she was there to see them! She couldn't help from crying and
being revolted to see a woman who was treated the way that slave was; but she was stunned by
the obvious fact that the woman had been deriving pleasure, and lots of it, from that very
treatment.
     We both had many fantasies about such parties, but we had to admit that the verification of real
action mostly dismayed us! This was not something out of our imaginations; on the contrary, it
was happening in front of our eyes, and we could see, hear, smell, and almost touch it! There was
a feeling of uncertainty in this place that overwhelmed us, me more than Ginette in some ways
(because she had fantasized more than me about such things), and what we discovered in the orgy
room was not what we needed to bring us back to reality!
     In the middle of the place, a male slave was tied to a large wooden X. His wrists and ankles
were secured with a rough kind of rope. He had a solid erection, but a thin string was knotted
around his cock-head, just under the rim, elongating it, and the other extremity was going to the
ceiling where it passed through a pulley before it hung down with a 5 kilo (10 pounds!) weight
fixed to it! The knob of his cock was enormous and blue, but nobody seemed to care.
     An enormous plastic dildo was sticking out of his asshole; what we could see of it was
certainly as thick as Ginette's forearm, and it was resting on a small angled platform nailed to the
middle of the X. The slave, who seemed to be in his early 40s, was blindfolded and a gag was
made out of a big rubber ball filled his mouth.
     As I was inspecting the tip of his prick that looked as if it was going to be ripped out of him, a
mistress came to him, and fixed pliers on his nipples. He twisted about, and moaned under the gag
as loud as he could from the pain; but she just produced a cutter and I shivered! She approached
his cock-head with the dangerous tool, but it was to artfully cut the string that was tied around the
head. With her other hand, she took hold of the weight before it fell down.
     The slave's cock stayed up, and it turned purple as blood resumed its circulation. It seemed
very painful to the man, although we could see seminal fluid running out of the little hole. When
this was done, the woman left him and returned to the trio where she sat back on a female slave's
face.
     That slave was in a hard position because only her head and her bottom were supported by two
small stools. She laid face up, and her arms were pulled down; her wrists were bound to the legs
of the stool near the floor. At the other end, the same treatment was reserved for her ankles, but
they were tied near the top of the stool to better open her legs. Her full tits were pulled down on
each side of her chest by weights attached to her nipple rings, and they were swinging in rhythm
with the slow strokes of a man who was fucking her pussy.
     Kneeling between the slave's thighs, he was obviously savoring the sight of his cock entering
and leaving the ringed pussy. He was pulling out slowly, and I was able to contemplate the rings
moving out along his cock, following the moves of the quite large pussy lips. Like him, I was
fascinated by the tattoo that was covering all the surface on the right side of her pussy. It
represented a black chain that seemed to link the rings in her cunt lips. Above that drawing,
infamous words were exposing her condition: "Esclave ouverte" (Open slave!)
     The man had his eyes glued on her genitals, and he was pushing back faster, more eager to see
the outgoing moves that were spectacular indeed. He had a thick cock, and was built; his hands
looked enormous on the slave's knees that were spread wide. He was probably in his mid 30s and
handsome. He also was the least cruel man in the room (not counting me!); his fun mostly was to
observe the pierced holes in the female slave's bodies.
     Ginette watched him during the party (because she loved his body and the way he took his
pleasure): after making love to that slave, he rested for awhile playing gently with the tits of a
slave who had three rings in each nipple (one large horizontal at the base, a smaller diagonal in
the middle, and a tiny vertical very close to the tip) while the skinny mistress was slowly
fist-fucking her pussy. Then he went to the oldest slave.
     He made her deep throat him as he stood in front of her and played with the rings in her nose
and ears. Ginette was fascinated to see his very thick cock disappear easily all the way down the
slave's mouth now and then. The slave took her time, showing great knowledge in cock sucking,
and he seemed to appreciate her technique! She let him fuck her face when he was ready to come,
and Ginette heard him thank the slave when he was finished! He patted his partner's large bottom
and went to another slave to receive a massage.
     Later, Ginette saw him taking his turn to Greek a slave who was only used that way all
evening. Before the beginning of the orgy, I had spotted that woman because of her very wide hips
and round ass. She was very pretty, and had narrow shoulders with smallish tits. She was wearing
two nose rings, one in each nostril, and they were linked to her earrings by a small, loose gold
chain. He pussy lips were thick and elongated; but what made them even more special was the
large number of rings that adorned them from the clit all the way down to her asshole.
     She had about twelve on each side, large ones and small ones, and they were all linked two by
two each side of her pussy. That way, her cunt entrance was hermetically sealed! That left her anus
exposed in the position they had bound her: she was on her knees, legs apart, and a leather strap
was holding her neck and shoulders down on the bench she was tied to. Her head was turned to
the left side, and each time I came to see her, she had an ecstatic expression on her face!
     When I had first seen her standing in the shower room, I had discovered that she had a great
round ass and that she was branded. In that position, her rump looked even more fantastic!
Imagine two half moons of firm flesh shrinking to a narrow waist; thin but round thighs to hold
that temple, and a permanent sway from that rump that was a call not one male resisted (except
me!). Two initials, about a half inch high, were branded in the skin of the inside of her left cheek:
HC.
     Contrary to what I thought, it was very clean, and even elegant. The letters were slim and
curled, and only the depth of the brand betrayed the suffering that slave had endured to express the
eternal servitude she devotes to her master. The way the "C" was put, the lower branch stopped
only 1\4 of an inch from the rim of her anus! It was curled and pointed like an arrow, indicating
the way to her offered orifice. The letters were not tall, but they had been carved deep in the slave's
flesh, like two perfectly chiseled jewels.
     Looking closer, I also discovered a very tiny tattoo at the top of the crack of her butt. It looked
like two circles, but it was writing in miniature letters that read: "Utilisez cet anus a' votre
convenance" (Use this anus to your convenience!). From what I saw that night, everyone answered
to that invitation! All 17 or 19 of the masters took turns in her asshole at some time during the
party! She had the same ecstatic smile from the first to the last cock! Surprisingly enough, the anus
itself was not large or distended like like the one on Patrick's slave.
     I asked Patrick if that slave was anally fist fucked, and he assured me that she was, even that
he had done it to her more than six times! Yet, her hole was still small and tight thanks, he said, to
the hard exercises the slaves have to follow daily. It was not really small, but perfectly round and
tight, not indicating how supple it was. Knowing me, you can guess that I spent quite some time
near that slave! I pulled myself a chair behind that rump and watched for awhile, Ginette kneeling
at my feet, not missing a stroke too, as excited as me by the non-stop action!
     We saw four males fucking that offered asshole, and a probably similar number had used it
before we came to see her. Semen was literally pouring out of the flooded bowels when no cock
was obstructing the round hole, and Ginette was salivating from the sight of her new favorite but
forbidden delight!
     A nice smiling man came to me when he saw that I was very much interested in this action,
and he introduced himself as Henri, the master of that slave. We had a nice chat and he told me
how his wife and he discovered their taste for S&M shortly after they married 25 years ago (she
was 18 then and he was 22). For ten years, they kept her voluntary slavery and their games to
themselves until he met a woman who dominated her husband. They decided to join their
knowledge, but never swapped. They looked at only how the other used his or her slave. The
mistress introduced him to other dominants, and it was the start of a new life for he and his wife.
     He said that the crucial point in his relationship with his slave happened seven years ago when
he gave her for the first time to be fucked by another man, in exchange for this man's slave. They
both enjoyed the experiment, and soon joined a club as selective as the one we were with. His
slave took the rhythm really fast because her training had been hard and severe from the first year
of her dedication to his will.
     He had started to pierce her nipples and pussy lips himself from the time she was 25, so only
secondary infibulation was necessary to complete the ritual when they joined the club. The only
difference between his life in the club (she was not part of the stable: they have kids, and she stays
home) and her former slavery was that she had to shave her genitals (and later her hair; she then
used to wear wigs in public); also, she was whipped more often, harder, and on more sensitive
parts of her body. But he said that she didn't complain when the weekly whipping became a daily
chore, as long as he was the one to perform it.
     He was very eager to talk more about that aspect of their relationship, but the subject was not
of much interest to me. Just seeing the traces of the leather instruments on the slave's back and
thighs uneased me, so I was not ready to hear about how brave she was and how pleasant it was
for him! Instead, I diverted the conversation toward the branding and anal sex (indeed!).
     He said that it is quite rare for a master (or mistress) to perform the branding, tattooing, and
piercing of his (or her) slave. Usually, and it was true for all the other slaves in the room, a
specialist is called to practice those delicate interventions that need a steady and expert hand. The
master only participates in being present, or symbolically holding his slave.
     In his case, he was proud to mention that he had done all the "presentation" (that is the word he
used. I don't know if it has the same meaning in English; we use that word to talk about the way
someone will work with mannequins in windows of shops that sell clothes!) on his slave. Even the
tattoos he said were his work (We later discovered that she had another mini tattoo that said:
"Proprie'te' de HC" inside her right ankle, circling under the protruding bone).
     To brand her, he had a special tool made with his entwined initials. Usually, the mark is a
round piece of iron molded to the shape of the drawing or letters. He had it done another way: it
was a flat and sharp sheet of iron that was folded so that the extremities would form his initials.
This allowed for a very thin design, but it also implied that the tool would thrust deeper.
     When he had told her that he had decided to brand her, she had thanked him heartily. Pleased
by her attitude, he gave her the choice where the red hot iron was to scar her flesh forever. But she
spent the next night trembling and crying. "I couldn't sleep with all her squirming and sobbing,
and when I asked her what was the matter, she answered that she had chosen the place where she
was to be branded, and she suggested that a kind of arrow would point to her anus, right to the
middle of the hole!".
     But Henri consulted a doctor who knew all about them. (Just seeing her for her regular check
ups and pregnancies, he couldn't miss the obvious signs of her slavery). The an warned him that
this would injure her for the rest of her life because the burning iron over the spincter could cut the
muscle! So they agreed that the brand would stop at the rim of the muscle. When I heard this, I
probably had my mouth wide open, but not a word was uttered by me: I had lost my speech
capability for many minutes!
     On the chosen day, he prepared a solemn ceremony that drove her to lay over a beam tied to it
so tightly that she couldn't move a muscle. Using a pain killer was out of the question; using his
free hand to keep her flesh as taut as possible, he aimed carefully and pushed the sharp and white
hot instrument into her skin. He said that the poke was short to help him aim easily, and the
branding tip was so hot that he burned his finger! According to him, the hissing sound, the smell,
and the dying shriek of his wife made him come on the spot, rubbing his erupting cock along her
bent leg!!!
END OF PART TWO
SEE G&G1C FOR THE CONCLUSION OF THIS LETTER !
     He assured me that this moment was the most powerful in his life, and I believe him!
He still managed to keep his head clear and count to five before yanking the iron out: "If
you stay too long, the iron cools down and it sticks to the burned flesh. You make a bad
wound when you finally retrieve it. If you do not stay long enough, you have to do it all
over again and the result is ugly", he mentioned as if he was talking about painting his
fence!
     He also realized that his slave had fainted, and he followed the medical advice
concerning the precautions to take after the operation. She spent two days in pain, laying
on her belly. Walking was hard for three weeks. and going to the toilet was agony to her.
Imagine what it would have been if he had gone through with her suggestion to brand part
of her anal hole!
     He had also done all the holes in her body: pussy and nipples. She performed the
piercing in her nose herself as a surprise present to him for his 35th birthday! In fact, this
woman has strange ideas concerning birthday presents: once she offered him spikes,
another time it was a splendid whip, and last year, she had managed to enroll a promising
young (31) neighbor whom he has started to train gently. He was planning to pierce her
first nipple soon, and it is probably done by now!
     Concerning anal sex, the talkative man said that his wife was a virgin when they met
and later married. A severe upbringing had kept her away from "temptations". But she
was, and still is, very hot. During their honeymoon, she wore him out! During the first
week he took all her cherries; the exploration of her back door by his fingers didn't frighten
her, and she willingly opened it to his cock. It was a very powerful experience for her, and
he later made her confess that he was not really the first in that passage!
     She admitted that to preserve her hymen ( he had the possibility to visually verify that
she was a real virgin in her pussy before he entered her there, as he sucked her), she had
satiated her hunger for penetrations by entering candles and other phallus objects in her
anus while she was masturbating the surface of her pussy. She had done that since age 15
and this long practice had made her spincter quite supple and addicted indeed!
     To "punish" her for that, he pretended to spank her, and the rest is history for that
couple! After that, Greek was a frequent way they made love. He even told us that after the
birth of their third kid in four years, they resorted to it for three years as a birth control
method. During that time, they only used her mouth and mostly her asshole during their
embraces! When they started to use her pussy again (with condoms), it was a second
honeymoon for them!!!
     They also have lots of imagination, he said, and their relationship was torrid from the
first day, and still is. He assured me that he had started to fist fuck her pussy on her
thirtieth birthday, and her anus the next year. They worked bigger and bigger objects in her
until he was able to enter his hand! And believe me, you wouldn't guess it from the size of
her pussy and anus.
     This man was obviously proud of his slave, and when I asked him if he was not
worried that so many men taking turns in her asshole would ruin her, he laughed and said
that she could take twice as many! I seriously doubt it, although by this time, at least eight
men had fucked her back door, and it looked fresh and pink, as if only one had! Right now,
no one was taking her, and she had the same satisfied and pretty smile on her face!
     Semen was flowing down from her relaxed anus, and a puddle of it had formed under
her. Ginette was fascinated by that, but the hungry glimpses she sent me were not even
considered! The master excused himself and told me he had to change the position of his
slave so that she could move her muscles.
     He gently untied her and helped her up. It was painfully hard for her to stand up after
being bent in the same position for so long. He made her flex her muscles and do some
exercises like kneeling and extending her whole body. This was accompanied by many wet
farts that had her blushing; more semen was now running down her legs. Holding her by
one hand and slapping her behind, he made her run in circles. It was rather ridiculous to
see this nearly mature woman bounce around, but it was part of her humiliation and
Ginette appreciated it as such. She found this much more human and exciting than the
whip a male slave was receiving behind us. The poor man was shouting in pain and we
didn't dare look.
      In front of us the couple was still exercising and after awhile he took her by one of her
nipple rings and made her kneel in front of me, next to Ginette. She bowed her head and he
made her say that she was a slave dedicated all the way to all the persons in this room,
even to other slaves. He had a hand on her head and prompted her to answer when I asked
how many cocks had entered her behind tonight.
     "Nine", she said with enthusiasm, and when I inquired how her muscle was feeling
after such an ordeal, she smiled and answered; "Ready and devoted to please the nine... or
ten....(a glimpse toward my cock!) others!". Her master laughed and pulled her up by the
arm. He drove her back to her bench and tied her again in the same position that reduced
her to her only purpose tonight: an offered rump.
     A tall man approached her from behind and with a deep voice, thanked her master. His
very thick cock (at least two inches wide) opened her slowly and he started to sodomize
her with soft strokes. He pulled his head back, closed his eyes, and proceeded to paw her
ass cheeks quite roughly. The powerful massage turned into a hard kneading that was
leaving traces of his digging fingers on her white flesh.
     The contrast between the slow pistoning of his cock and his brutal manipulation of her
two half -
moons was exciting and she was moaning her pleasure - pain under such treatment. When
he had left her, she had come twice, and her bottom was bright red! Her hole took longer to
close back and large gushes of sperm ran down along her sealed - up pussy lips when she
contracted her spincter a few times.
     I was still contemplating that delicious sight when Patrick came to us and invited me to
witness a discipline session. I was reluctant, and Ginette more than me, but we followed
him to the center of the room where a plump woman was standing naked and squirming.
She was blindfolded and her hands were tied to a hook in the ceiling. She had to hold her
arms high in the air and her feet were resting in a pail of cold water. Our host explained to
us that she would have to receive double treatment with the whip if she happened to
overthrow the bucket!
     All her rings had been taken from her body, and this left distended holes in her nipples.
A pierced nipple without it's rings looks a lot like a pierced ear lobe without earrings, and I
don't find it too pretty. It was more obvious in her case as she had been wearing large rings
and the vacant holes were big. I also noticed that even if the piercing was important, both
vertically near the tip and horizontally near the base, the flesh in the middle of the nipple
seemed to fall down, and I couldn't see the light through the holes. I don't know why I
expected to see through her skin as though through a keyhole!
      Her tits were gorgeous, big and firm, especially in that position with her arms stretched
high over her head. Unfortunately, they were marked by two mean looking blue lines that
criss-crossed her chest. I couldn't see her genitals, but two little holes were visible near the
top of her pussy, just above her clit. Why, I don't know, but these two holes looked sexier
to me than the ones in her nipples! The flesh was not so wrinkled there and the wound was
neater and cleaner: two nice holes that looked natural in her epilated skin!
     The slave was shivering and she had goose-bumps all over her chubby body. We don't
know if it was in fear of the whipping to come or from the cold water her feet was soaking
in. She was also breathing very hard, letting the air hiss as it went noisily through her
clenched teeth. Her lips were curled and her nostrils were flared. She was waddling in her
bucket and I noticed that she kept her thighs together the way a woman does when she is
excited or... has to pee!
     So I kneeled down and verified that she was excited. Her pussy lips, at least the part
that I could see thanks to the fact that no hair hid them, were shining with juice. I was able
to see more piercing holes in her genitals. The smaller ones looked like the holes in her
lobes and nipples: not too pretty. I also had glimpses of two other holes that were much
larger, as if they had been punched out of the flesh.
     Noticing my interest, the slave's master kneeled next to me and smiled. He took hold of
the naked pussy lips with two fingers and the slave jumped from the surprise of being
touched. The man spread the lips like the wings of a butterfly and proudly showed the
numerous infibulations. Reaching for the two larger holes, he pushed the tip of his index
finger in them and they appeared through the holes in the dark pink flesh!
     Reaching higher, he opened the small labia and exposed a quite large clit. Uttering his
first words, he said with a deep and enchanting French southern accent: "Son clitoris aussi
est perc'e! Elle vient a' chaque fois que je pose ou que j'enle've son anneau!" (Her clit is
pierced, too! She comes every time I install or remove the ring!). I didn't see the hole, but
Ginette who was on both knees next to me saw it and was impressed. She wonders how a
woman can suffer to have such a sensitive organ pierced! (Just as I wonder how the male
slaves could bear to have the knob of their cocks pierced! The foreskin .... that must not be
too bad .... but the head! Ouch!)
     Next to us a smallish man in his fifties was waiting patiently, twisting a short supple
whip in his hands. He was nervous and very excited as we all could see from the enormous
erection he sported! The man had a huge cock compared to his general build and it was
swaying heavily perpendicular to his belly. Laughing at our bewilderment, the slave's
master stood up and invited the other sadist to proceed with the punishment of his slave.
He mentioned that she had displeased him during the week, and as such, she had been
designated as the victim of the orgy.
     The first three strokes left red hollow marks on the slave's back, but she only groaned. I
know I would have been dying in pain if I had been in her place, but she was obviously
used to such treatments. This was not the case with Ginette, who sobbed noisily with each
stroke. When the whip hit the slave's tits, flaying the fragile skin, the poor woman shouted
her violent pain. Ginette shouted louder, and started to cry! I had to take her out of the
room and drive her to a distant bedroom.
     She was crying and expressing her revolt, and I must say that I was very moved too.
Reading things like that in porno and S&M books like the Story of O is one thing -
witnessing it is another cup of tea! I was shaking all over, and I was glad my wife had
given me the opportunity to escape from the main room! I comforted her the best I could
under the circumstances and I asked if she wanted to leave. "If they go on with other things
like that, we might as well", she said.
     Patrick had warned us that such a corporal punishment with a whip was scheduled and
he had assured us that there was going to be only one. "A few strokes may be applied
during the evening, but not under the same conditions as the grand whipping itself. After
that event, no more whipping is given, except in cases of disobedience," were his own
words. So I proposed to Ginette that we stay a bit longer to see what was going to happen
next. For the moment, though, I said we might as well rest a little and ponder the
incredible things that had happened in front of our eyes. I was holding her close to me and
she calmed down before she agreed to wait and see. "We still owe them a show, and I'm
horny as hell", I told her. This broke a smile across her face that was drenched with tears
and she hugged me tight.
     It took us a long time to calm down and recover from the shock. Today, I regret that I
didn't go back and fill my eyes with more of the other things that happened  after we left,
because the beating lasted only one or two minutes (the whipped slave must have thought
it MUCH longer ...!) and more casual actions took place when it was over, but at that
moment I needed to pause as much as Ginette.
     From the room we were in we couldn't hear much of the fun the others had, except a
few louder cries and moans. When Ginette seemed quieter, I told her that I wanted to go
back to the main room. She agreed, and I made her pass first because I love to see her
walk in front of me when she wears her anal plug. She kind of pushes her bottom
backward and spread her thighs in a sexy way: this makes her sway her ass more than
usual with each step.
     When we reached the orgy room, three slaves were gone: Patrick's, the one with the
offered asshole, and the one who had been whipped. The others had to work harder to
satisfy the masters and mistresses. Many female slaves were in the middle of three-way
action, with a man occupying each love hole at the same time; others were sandwiched,
and the male slaves had their anus and mouth busy, simultaneously by either a cock or a
pussy.
     One of them was in the position we like: laying on his back, his legs bent backwards
over the sides of his chest, offering his anus to a large man. The ugliest mistress was
sitting on his face, and she was tormenting his cock with a big chain she had twisted over
his erection. She was coming the moment we entered the room and she was also pulling
hard on the chain. Another male slave was in the same position, but his two partners were
men who were fucking his mouth and asshole with very strong strokes that drove them to
the hilt in his body. They were considerate enough to masturbate him at the same time, and
we saw them all come together.
     Patrick was tit - fucking the slave with the biggest boobs. She, too, was on her back
and he was straddling her, facing her pussy. She was probably sucking his anus and balls
as he was pistoning between the large soft globes. He was holding two of the large rings
that pierced her nipples, the left ring in his right hand and the right ring in his left hand.
That way, he crossed the nipples, pulling on the rings to squeeze his penis in the middle of
that shivering flesh. He was pulling so hard that the holes were distended in such a way
that betrayed frequent use.
     In fact, at this point of the orgy, the rings seemed to be the main attraction to the
masters who certainly needed that extra excitement to reach a second, third, or even a
fourth orgasm. Many fingers were hooked in the larger rings and pulled hard on them.
Everyone in the room was busy except us, and it was not long before a concert of cries and
moans announced the successive orgasms of all these bodies. There was something a bit
ridiculous in the noises they all made, reminiscent, in a way, of the mandatory final orgy
scene in porno movies, when the actors fake their orgasms!
     In this case, however, the persons who were coming seemed to really enjoy it. There
was a large eruption of semen, none of which was seen as it was spilled deep in the holes
of the recipients!I also noticed that every group of three or four made a point to give a
strong orgasm to the slave who had served them. Some women had come during the action
and they were freed quickly. The others, male and female, were masturbated very
knowingly by skilled masters and mistresses.
     The slaves were then gathered two by two and they had to suck the semen that was
pouring out of the now slackened pussies and assholes. The males were serving each other
and the females did the same - either engaging in a 69 or taking turns sitting on each
other's face. Most of the slaves offered a good oral orgasm to their companion and we
enjoyed that part of the show that lasted a good half hour. It was not the case with the
dominants who were resting and not even looking at the action.
     Suddenly the room was very quiet. Patrick's slave and the "offered bottom" slave served
tea or coffee to the dominants and the other slaves were allowed to help themselves to
some beverages also. The two servants were naked except for their rings and a black
bowtie around their neck. They were charming, relaxed and smiling: it was hard to believe
that one had about 18 men fuck her anus in three hours and the other had been literally
raped in her buns and mouth by sadistic twins (who, by the way, had left the party without
reappearing after they had finished with her).
     Patrick approached us smiling and he said that we were to prepare for our part of the
show! He produced the same material we had used in his back-store, and again everything
was back in sealed plastic envelopes. He showed us the way to a smaller room that had a
large leather bench in the middle and about 30 chairs scattered about.
     I started to get nervous, realizing that we were going to be watched closely by a large
number of people. I'm used to performing in front of other people: it happens at least once
a month with our swinging friends, and it happened a lot in front of total strangers before
we met them. But that represents two to six persons, not twenty or even more counting the
slaves! Even though the lighting was nice and soft, it was also very bright in the room!
Yet, I could feel, that contrarily to me, Ginette was getting very horny!
     You see, she is an exhibitionist at heart, and the more she flaunts her submission, the
more persons to see her humiliation, the hotter she gets! She was tearing away at the
plastic bags with eager impatience and her hands were trembling the way they do when a
cock entering any of her love holes could make her come in thirty seconds!
     As for me, I'm a voyeur, a bit too conscious about my body and it's flaws, preferring to
see, look, watch any action, and maybe act, but not when everyone has his or her eyes
glued on my every move! Being the star makes me nervous, blunt, churlish and most of all,
it often makes me lose my hard-on! This is also why I don't like to take action pictures
with me in them, and you can see that in most of the photos we sent my cock was not of
the harder variety (although it is usually hard and swollen when no camera is involved!).
     This is to say, there I was, putting Ginette in bondage, preparing my wife for an
exhibition that was going to be the submission of her sexual slave life, accomplishing the
dream of many men, but soft as a six year old kid! I don't mean that it was not fun...on the
contrary, I loved every second of that moment; but I was much too aware of the persons
that were starting to pack up the room, their voices, the rattle of the chairs.
     This is when we realize how brittle our sexuality is to us men! I think that part of the
problem was also the fact that I had been sporting a hard-on without relief for over two
hours now; I don't know if it's the same with you, but it kind of wears the sensitivity out!
Well, I know: excuses, excuses! One thing was sure though: Ginette's horniness!
     Her pussy was drenched, the lips ajar and shining. The tip of the butt plug was nodding
up and down with her efforts to give herself pleasure by contracting her inner muscles. She
was also breathing hard and fast, with little sharp moans that betrayed her impatience. For
the moment, she was standing on her widely spread legs, bent in two, her wrists secured to
a big nasty padlock to the rings that were imbedded at the end of the slanted boots. She
was very sexy that way, her ass jutting high with the butt plug still in place.
     Patrick handed me the nipple clamps Ginette had bravely worn for a few seconds in his
presence, but I refused them. He insisted, and I nodded a firm NO. He smiled, turned
around, fumbled in a leather case he had next to him, and handed me another pair that
looked more like clothespins. They looked mean, made of steel, but when I tried one on my
fingertip (the ultimate test to know if she can wear them on her nipples!), they were not
that bad.
     I looked at my wife, I saw her tits hanging succulently under her, and I decided that she
was going to endure the clamps. I gently snapped the jaws over her erect buds. She just
turned her head to me under her armpit and showed her submission by mumbling: "You
are so right to treat me this way, master!" I loved it! But my penis was still quite soft.
     The crowd around us was silent now, but so present! After I fixed the second clamp on
her other nipple, I thought that some French was the best way to gain a potent hard-on! I
came in front of Ginette, pulled her by the hair in a more spectacular than hurting way, and
pushed my semi-hard prick to her lips. With her hands tied to her ankles her head was very
low and I had to bend my knees. She managed to take my know in her mouth and did
wonders with it with her tongue, especially around the edge of the head.
     Because I was not very big, she was able to take me all the way in her mouth, giving
the impression that she was able to deep throat, even if she can't! I knew that she was
proud to have the chance to make believe that she was a swallower! She still laughs a lot
when I mention that moment! But after awhile it was obviously driving us nowhere. I had
to find a way to get hard, and you know that the more that you think of it, the more you
shrink!
     Then I noticed that most of the men were sitting behind my wife, and that they were
paying more attention to her bottom than to my problem! They were twisting their necks to
get a better view of that plug and her pussy! This triggered a flame in me! I pulled out of
her mouth with a loud pop and stalked to her behind.
     "Before we take more of your time, I think that it would be opportune to introduce you
to the conveniences of my slave's body", I said proudly, feeling blood rushing to my cock
as I uttered these words! Snapping the plug's straps off the belt, I yanked it out of Ginette's
asshole, leaving her surprised hole yawning after the sudden departure of the plastic plug!
     Before she was able to squeeze back and regain a more natural aperture, she had shown
lots of pink, to my satisfaction and to our hosts pleasure. I started by describing her anus,
mentioning that in spite of her young age (she was by far the youngest female in the
house!), her valiant little hole had been active for nearly twenty years. They nodded their
approval and my cock gained an inch in length and girth!
     Standing on her left side facing away from her, I bent toward her bottom and entered
my left index finger into her ass. I did the same with my right index and spread them,
opening her spincter horizontally. Ginette never tried to contract and she let herself be
opened that way. I know that such shameful postures are a sure way to excite her. Most of
the masters left their chairs and crowded around us.
     I did quite a show, prying her round muscle in every direction, explaining that her anus
was available to me and to our intimate friends anytime we wanted it. Well, that is not
false! It is just that we don't want to sodomize her every day!!! I received many questions
about our group, mostly about why we had to be faithful to them. I explained that it was
not a question of morals but of hygiene. They all said that a serious medical exam and
steady medical follow up are enough to keep all the dangerous illnesses away.
     I could only reply that for the occasion we had to be true to our word and to our friends;
it stopped the discussion about that subject. More questions were asked about "my slave's
training", and the general comment was that I was too weak with her!!! By that time I had
three fingers up her asshole; two from one hand and one from the other, and I was
stretching her opening apart so that one of the guys could "see up her asshole" ('voir le
fond de son cul": literally: "see the bottom of her asshole!"), as he so elegantly put it!
     By then, I was hard as the steel of her nipple clamps, and I moved to enter my wife's
anus. Adding lots of saliva (Ginette's KY had been confiscated as I explained earlier), I
spread her buns wide and posted my penis at the entrance. I just pushed half of the knob in
her and ordered her to "Kiss my prick with your round mouth!", and she squeezed and
pushed her spincter a few times, giving the illusion that she was trying to swallow the tube
by moving the ring around the head! This is an impressive trick we used many times and
that is always successful! It was so that evening, too, and Ginette almost came when the
masters and mistresses cheered us!
     I felt sharp contractions in her muscle, a good indication that she was on the verge of an
orgasm (with a woman new to anal sex, those signs would mean the contrary, but knowing
my Ginette, her spasms were indeed indicating a deep pleasure!). So I pushed and went all
the way in her rectum, even without having to add saliva. This is what she had been
waiting for all day, and she exploded, twisting about and shouting her pleasure. I just
waited, giving her small stroked to keep her coming. When she calmed down a little, the
squeezes of her spincter changed their pace; they became harder and more rhythmic,
compressing the base of my cock.
     This was a little signal we had agreed upon to indicate if she was able to let me give a
spectacular show to our hosts. It meant that I could give it to her hard, and that is precisely
what I did! I fucked her in the meanest way I had ever done before, entering her hard,
leaving her hole before I plunged back in with all my force. I had to add saliva two times,
but I didn't consider the proposition of a man who suggested that I make her suck me to
lubricate my cock. It was too good the way it was to change holes yet!
     My strokes were strong. She lost her balance many times, but I was holding her hips
firmly and kept her on her feet while my cock was plowing her bottom. She was shouting
loud, her voice shaking when my strokes hit her harder, and in a matter of minutes she was
coming again, even stronger than the first time. Now, my problem was to concentrate on
holding my climax inside me! My program was not to come in her ass, and I looked
around to see anything to change my mind.
     This time though, everything looked erotic to my eyes! The slaves that were smiling
from seeing Ginette coming, the mistresses that were excited, fondling their tits or pussy,
and the masters who were fucking her in their minds, many regaining their hard-ons!
     Finally, she stopped bucking back at me and her legs started to shake with exhaustion.
I pulled out the same way I had liberated the her of the plug, and this left her anus even
more opened. "I'll leave you with the sight of that well fucked asshole. Allow me to have
my pleasure another way", I said coming in front of Ginette.
     I pulled her head up again by her hair, harder this time, and I discovered her eyes were
the way they are when she is satisfied: tired but gleaming. I untied her wrists so that she
could raise up to the right level with my cock. She willingly opened her mouth and
swallowed as much of me as she could. She was licking my soiled flesh as if it were an ice
cream stick, and covered my hard-on with a thick coat of saliva. Then she rubbed her
tongue on the sensitive underside of the knob, pumping my tube with a hand and tickling
my anus with a wet finger. I started to ejaculate in her mouth.
     She never spilled a drop, swallowing all my semen that kept erupting for a long time, or
so it seemed to me: a voluptuous long and wonderful time! I stayed that way, in no hurry to
change any of these sensations, even as I could sense Ginette swaying as she was getting
tired. My cock slowly deflated in her mouth and she moaned, sending a great vibration
along my tube, as a signal to free her now.     I don't know what struck me, but suddenly I
felt that the idea I just had was perfectly right for the occasion! Ginette was relaxed,
although exhausted, the people around us were still attentive to us....and I had to pee! So I
let out just a short spurt in her mouth. She squirmed and almost jumped out of my reach,
but immediately surrendered. I took hold of her face and let another gush wet her tongue.
     The others had sensed that something was happening because they circled near her face
and stared at her lips filled with my softening cock. Then, I let go with a more abundant
flow that she had no other choice than to swallow not to be drenched with it! Now I was so
excited by what I was doing that I was starting to harden again, making it difficult to let
piss pour out, and even harder to hold it!
     After letting go with another jet that was much more copious than I wanted to, I
decided that it was enough. Ginette was showing signs of despair, and I didn't want to
disgust her with this new trick that was totally unknown to her before that. So I pulled out
and I saw her make a face like someone who drank something bitter! I brushed her hair
and she smiled weakly back at me but let her head hang down because she was too tired to
hold it up anymore. With her hands on her knees, She looked like a marathon runner who
had given her whole!
     I took her under her arm, helped her straighten up, and took the clamps off her nipples.
The places where the jaws had been biting were a bit white, but not bad at all. She was
unsteady though, clinging to me as though she was going to faint. She was still strong
enough to say: "I have never been so close to being a real slave than now!", and she
chuckled. But I was shocked to discover that her breath stank of piss and come! Contrary
to her, I hate after-sex odors, and this time there was nothing to please me at all! I guess
that this is what makes her a slave and me a master!
     It is not that I despised her, not at all; I think that I never loved her more than at that
precise moment. It is just that the smell was disgusting to me. Maybe also I felt guilty for
imposing her to drink my urine: after all, there was no way for her to refuse in front of all
so many people. Or she would have died before spilling some piss over a genuine oriental
carpet she was standing on!
     However disturbed I was, I didn't show her my feelings, although she knows now! We
sat on an old couch covered with towels and I soothed her, telling her how proud I was,
and how much I loved her. "I don't think that this is the last time that I will urinate in your
mouth", I said, and she just nodded showing a shy and charming smile. Before that, we
had experimented with some golden showers, and playful attempts from her to lick my
penis after I went to the toilets. But now, she had entered the real world of gold drinkers!!!
     Lucienne came to pick her up, and she followed her to the bathroom. Patrick's slave
bowed in front of me and offered to show me where I could clean up. Just for fun I told her
to show me her anus, and she just turned around, bent forward and spread her ass cheeks
without a glimpse of hesitation! She had tightened up a lot since the twin had raped her
repeatedly back there, and yet she was very loose, even to the point where I wondered how
she could maintain her natural functions. I told her to squeeze her spincter and the shape of
her hole regained a more natural round state! When she relaxed, it was slack and pouting
again.
     I told her to show me the bathroom, and she led me to the shower room where we had
washed at the beginning of the orgy. Patrick welcomed me, and while we were showering,
told me with much diplomatic precaution that he had changed his mind about inviting us
to the next party with another group: "They are much more advanced in corporal
punishment than these people. If you were not able to sustain the stress this evening, you
will both faint if you witness the action of the other stable. We'd better wait until the
meeting of another stable that specializes in bondage and domination: they are more fit for
you. But I don't know if they will accept onlookers who do not participate".
     I told him that her was right about the physical violence, and that we'd better forget it.
But I mentioned that I was interested about the bondage party. He answered that he had
not been to this stables parties lately because they were somewhat tame for him and his
slave, but the kept inviting him so that he'd consider it and call us to confirm or cancel.
     When she reappeared fully clothed, Ginette ran into my arms and kept saying that she
loved me! Patrick laughed and for a rare time, addressed her directly to congratulate
her:"You are progressing! You might become a slave one day!", he teased her (we both
knew he had heard her say that she had never been so close to being a real slave). Then
they drove us back to the place where they had picked us up, and we suddenly felt terribly
alone after so much intimacy with total strangers. So we clung to each other on that
strange sidewalk in the cold Parisian night, and we slowly went back to our hotel.
     Well, this is awfully long, surely the longest letter I've ever written, and most of it
without help from Ginette (sometimes, she writes in French and I translate), so I'll leave
you here. We can't wait to receive more of your photos and another exciting letter. We
hope you like the drawings. We included some originals: you asked for it!
                                                        Bye,
                                                 Giles & Ginette
Giles & Ginette
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CANADA
J1N 1C8                                                                                                             Feb. 8, 1989
Dear Bob,
     We are sorry this has taken us so long, but we wanted you to receive a letter along with
the tape so that you could get a better idea of what happened. We are mailing the tape and
this letter in different packages so that we will be sure that you will get the letter in case
the tape is delayed or has trouble passing through customs.
     We both wanted to write this letter because we were afraid that the tape alone could
mislead you on our experience. Alone, without any explanation, it looks harsh and cruel,
even cold, in spite of the fact that you know us. You see, these masters who initiated
Ginette are used to inflicting pain on willing slaves, so their attitude appears very brutal if
you don't know that my slave was submitting freely to her debasement.
     Besides, the poor quality of the copy, especially the sound, could make it hard for you to
guess the subtlety of the ceremony; most of all, Ginette's feeling toward the experience.
What you see is not abuse but the special way we found to express our sexuality. You may
not approve of the extreme situations it leads to. Saying this, we mostly think about Jill
who will get to see the tape: slave, keep in mind that this is no aggression or rape; Ginette
was not only willing, but absolutely eager to submit to it, as Bob so rightfully writes in his
last letter. It may even surprise you, but she is ready to go through it all over again if the
chance occurs.
     Now you, Bob. I ask you not to judge your own slave on what Ginette did, or to
compare her with Ginette. Let Jill find her rhythm, giving her all the opportunities to
progress until she willingly agrees to her status. From the photos we received, she is doing
a lot already to prove her submission, if not to admit it. Maybe if you clearly separate your
sex life from your daily lives, she would desire to be your total sex slave and also your
equal when sex is not involved. That is the way we do it and we have had good results, I
think. But, then again, our example is not your situation!
     Now, let us transport you to France, to a very unusual place where people come from
far away to be tortured, or to see their beloved slave tortured! Another big party had been
planned from the beginning. It was Ginette's initiation. After we had carefully scheduled
her training, it was decided what kind of ordeal she would have to go through. First, it
would be filmed and proof pictures would be taken. I agreed to it before she could say
anything. I wanted to have souvenirs of the event and I thought it was time for her to let
down her old paranoid thinking of being recognized. Being filmed is in fact the only point
that she tried to negotiate when I informed her of what would happen to her. Now, she has
no regret and she loves to see the tape. About having the film distributed to carefully
selected friends; if she had her say in it, and she doesn't, she would say that she would be
very excited that you show the tape to friends. I say that because I am so proud of her and
the good work I did training her, that I ask you to show the tape! We are quite sure that 
about 100 people have seen the tape already because copies were to be offered in all the
stables, and I must say that I love the idea. It makes me hard just to think about all the
people that are getting hot seeing her becoming a better slave. I also love the idea that her
docility, courage and obedience will serve as examples, and maybe convince other
submissives to cross the fence between fun and games submission and sexual slavery.
     As for Ginette, what she did is so far out and so consistent with her old fantasies that
she sometimes thinks she dreamed all her stay at Trousse-Barrie're. So the tape is a
reminder of most of the events that happened the evening she was initiated. She also says
that things happened very fast and she had forgotten many details that the tape helps to
recall. She still blushes when she sees some scenes and shivers at others. Sometimes she
can't even believe she did some things or reacted certain ways, but all in all, she adores the
tape, in spite of it's bad quality. Besides, when she saw it for the first time, she was
reassured to discover that she couldn't be easily recognized  (except by people who know
her well enough and there is no chance that they'll get to see the tape if they don't approve
of our way of life) thanks to the blindfold and also the gag that sort of makes her upturned
nose point downward and also from her features distorted by pleasure-pain and tears.
     For the taping, Patrick called a team of specialists who did all the work. It consisted of
two masters who applied the pre-decided treatment to my slave, and of two male slaves
who operated the video and still cameras. They came from 200 miles away and left the
same evening to tape the complete piercing of a new slave that was to occur in one shot:
holes in one nostril, the two nipples, one in each large lip, five in each inner lip, and one in
the clit! (That is a tape I'd love to see! But that is another story!) They had their material
ready and we reserved them for a special date. We decided on the 1st of January! Why?
First, it would be symbolic of a new start in her slave life for Ginette. Also, it would give
her maximum chance to train and be prepared for the difficult tests she would have to
undergo. Finally, it was the eve of my departure; the last possible date she could be tested
and approved before I left her alone with the stable for a week.
     The ordeals were easy to decide. No fucking usually takes place during such initiations
because that is not necessary to prove her submission: any slave is supposed to be
available from her three love holes before she can be admitted to undergo the initiation!
What was mandatory was at least one fist-fuck, nipple and cunt lip torture with clips, tit
torture, any kind of bondage, spanking, and submission to the cat-o'-nine tails all over her
body, tits and genitals included, water sports consisting of repeated enemas and public
relief of the enemas and urine, and some kind of verbal and physical abuse. She would be
blindfolded for the first minutes. Slaves usually are blindfolded for the duration of the
initiation, but I wanted to see her eyes and I also wanted Ginette to see us all looking at her
as added humiliation. She would be gagged all the time and allowed to cry, shout and
scream all she wants, except for attempts to utter a word, even through the gag. This is to
spare the tormentors constant, though muffled, pleading. The whole ceremony would last
about two hours.
     The thing that disturbed me was that I would not participate in her initiation except for
that I would be present, together with the stable dominants, the invited dominants and all
the slaves. I also didn't like the fact that I couldn't intervene in any way to stop or to
lengthen a procedure, or else that particular punishment would be redone from the start or
stopped, depending on my attitude. I was told that I didn't have to worry because they
would not seriously harm my slave in any way. About wanting to see more of a
punishment, Patrick explained that each was calculated to last as long as the slave could
suffer it, so extending one over that limit to satisfy me would cost a lot to my slave. This
was not the goal of the ceremony; on the contrary, it was to have her submit to a wide
variety of abuses in order to test her docility, resistance, eagerness for submission and
ability to enjoy some humiliation.
     I knew that I wouldn't want any torture to last more than I knew they had planned! I
trusted them to have more zeal about that than me! I still reminded them of her bad back
and they said that if some hanging from all limbs was to occur, it wouldn't last long
enough to injure her.
     When she arrived in France, the first minute she sat in the car, Ginette was immediately
informed about her initiation and how it would take place, although not the details: a few
surprises were in store for her, but she didn't know. She seemed delighted and frightened
at the same time and she kept hugging me hard, her legs and arms shaking, as if she was
cold. During the week of her training she proved to be eager and, during every minute
spent undergoing our constant demands, she did her best to reach the standard we had set
for her. Be sure that she never disappointed me. The first of January, the day before I left
her with the stable for a week, the group judged that she was ready and, in fact, she was,
mentally and physically. She started the new year with the most impressive sexual task
that she had dreamed about: her initiation as a sexual slave.
     From my point of view, it was fantastic! It went much further than I had ever thought
and even if they demanded enormous sacrifices from her, she never tried to escape her
ordeals. Her participation was almost exemplary, except for a small mishap she paid for
with dignity and courage. It started strangely, though! When I was introduced to the new
team, I had problems staying serious: the four guys were dressed in green surgical gowns,
complete with masks. More than that, they were naked underneath, which gave hilarious
glimpses of their asses and hairy legs!
     I still don't understand why they dressed that way and Patrick just laughed when I
asked; saying it was to "demystify" the ceremony. As for the masks, they were to insure
anonymity to the tormentors in case the tape came into judicial hands: try to explain to a
judge that the woman you beat, torture and make cry all the tears in her body was
submitting willingly! Well, that is surely a good reason, but we would have preferred
tormentors dressed in leather from head to toe! After all, there are nice leather masks that
cover the face, but it seems they are reserved for male slaves.
     When the blindfold was taken off my slave's eyes during the ceremony and she
discovered their absurd garb, I saw in her glances that she was disappointed about their
grotesque look and was disconcerted for awhile! Furthermore, one of the guys put a
surgical glove on his right hand before he started to torment my slave. He said that he was
not entirely satisfied with the sanitary measures that, for a part, relied on our good faith,
and he didn't want to run any risk of AIDS if Ginette started bleeding! I was steamed!
What about US ?! Didn't we rely on their good faith, too? Patrick calmed us down and
proposed that we start the ceremony. Later, he told me that vexing the officiants was a
dangerous attitude because my slave would pay for it,"unless that is what you want", he
added with his usual mischievous smile!
     While the team was getting ready, I went to Ginette who had been prepared by the other
slaves in a downstairs room. She had been given a washing of the colon, a way to clean
her bowels by running water in her and letting it escape by another hole in the same big
tube that pushed fresh water into her guts. She was naked and smelling clean, but not
perfumed. I asked her if she was ready and if she still wanted to go through with all this.
Even as her knees were shaking, she agreed with enthusiasm. I hugged her, whispered
endearing words in her ear and I put the blindfold on her eyes. Then I bent her forward and
slowly gave her a one liter enema that she took easily, although she squirmed a little
because she hadn't known that she would have to hold water from the beginning of the
ceremony. Besides that, she had to drink a large glass of water, the second one in ten
minutes, a quantity that exceeded her bladder capacity so that she would have to pee very
badly in a short while. When I handed the glass to her and ordered her to drink it in one
gulp, plus the enema, she understood what we wanted to make her go through!
     The other slaves dressed her with a bra, garter belt, panties, stockings and a reddish
dress, all used and old stuff, but in good condition. When she was ready, I left her and
went upstairs. On my signal, she went up too and there my role ended when I said: "Here
is my slave. Do what has to be done so that she is agreeable to you!"
     It was very exciting to see her climb the stairs unsteadily, smiling faintly, horny,
worried and shy at the same time. I loved to see her waddling from the conjugated effects
of embarrassment, the enema and a growing need to piss. She obeyed the orders that were
barked at her by the officiants. First, they made her stand still so that a few pics could be
taken and a close-up of her face on video (the motor on the zoom on that old camera was
noisier than my lawnmower and it was very distracting!). She was told that "she stood
there so that everyone could get a good glimpse at the bitch who was walking to her own
debasement". Then, she was told that they were going to redo the scene. She went back
downstairs, then up again, turned the corner unsteadily and walked straight ahead, as
instructed.
     She nearly fell into the tormentors arms and they immediately seized her and started to
brutally tear the clothes off her. She was so stunned by so much violence that she
attempted to resist their aggression, just what they wanted, in order to give more spice to
the scene! As sensitive parts of her body were revealed, they mauled them, kneading her
tits very hard, pinching her dipilated pubes, searching her pussy and anus with dry fingers,
spanking her flesh until she fell down. They finished undressing her by by tearing every
single piece of clothing, all they while making lewd remarks about how wet her cunt
already was from all this harsh treatment and how well she could hold the enema even
with two fingers in her asshole! Never in her life had she been subjected to so much
violence. From fear and natural docility she let it happen to her, ceasing all resistance
when she felt the air on her naked tits and bottom. The tone of the session had been set;
she and I both understood that she would receive more than she had bargained for with
those two guys!
     When she was naked, they said that they were going to photograph her in detail so that
they could later compare the before and after look of her flesh and intimate parts! This was
said in very crude and vulgar words that seemed to make her horny. She was in a situation
that she knew well of having to expose her most intimate flesh to the eyes of our friends, so
she eagerly obeyed each order, participating fully in her own humiliation. While she was
still on her back, legs apart from the preceding attack, they first took very precise pictures
of her pussy, close-ups so close that she sometimes felt the camera touch her upper thighs!
     They made her turn around on her hands and knees to photograph her bottom. Then she
had to open her ass cheeks to reveal her anus that was photographed from every angle: at
rest, tightened, and slack! Remember, she still had that one liter enema that was pushing
hard to get out, but she never spilled a drop! They also made her assume a very
humiliating position that I was seeing for the first time: she kept her hands and elbows on
the floor, but had to extend her legs, then bow them at the knees and lift her ass. She
looked like a frog ready to jump, ridiculous and very aware of it! She blushed violently
while they took close-ups of her genitals that were very exposed that way; from the top of
her anal crack to her clit. One officiant went to her side and spread her half - moons to give
a better view of her opened pussy lips and deep anal crater. With the enema bubbling
inside, this position was murder and she was glad they freed her soon.
     Then, her tits were the stars of the pictures! They photographed them while she had her
arms extended over her head, squeezing them between her elbows, pushing them up with
her cupped hands, spreading them out almost under her armpits, pulling at her own
nipples until the flesh would go no further, squeezing them herself as hard as possible
between her hands, and even flattening them against her chest with her palms. When that
was done, they humiliated her once again by making her stand on her hands while the two
masters held her legs in the air. They took pics of her tits upside down while one male
slave manipulated them the same way they had made her do before! It's a pity they didn't
video that part of her initiation because it was very sexy, but the four of them were busy
placing her or holding her limbs for a better view of her secret flesh. If you want ideas for
pictures of your slave, use these!
     While her feet were up, they photographed them too, from every angle, as well as her
crotch, taking care to show that she was wet and that her cunt lips were spread from
anticipated pleasure! They put her back on her feet and took more pics of her tits, profile
this time, as well as her belly, ass and face. They also placed her in awkward positions like
the "plane" (standing on one leg, the other straight behind, horizontal back, arms apart and
head lowered), squatting, arching backward tiptoe and many more, all crazy and obviously
to test her patience. She had now held the enema for more than 20 minutes and the
appearance of goose-bumps was more and more frequent all over her body. I knew she
wouldn't be able to suffer this much longer, a few minutes at most.
     Sometimes she would bend down under the pain of the enema's force but she always
obeyed the orders, making more and more faces as they made the photo session last and
last. They only stopped when she stiffened, shouted in a pitiful way and started crying.
Only then was she taken to a bathroom where they installed her in a bath. She had
problems climbing into it when another strong urge struck her. She had to concentrate on
the pressure of the enema that was suddenly pushing on her spincter and also on her pee
hole that was sending emergency signals also! They nearly had to carry her into the bath
but it didn't matter to her, because the most important thing was to hold the enema! She
was gagged with a rubber ball that was held in place with a strap hooked behind the nape
of her neck. Being gagged is not something as usual to her as being blindfolded and she
felt a momentary panic that grew when she understood that they were going to pour more
water into her! A good thing they didn't make her bend forward or she would have sprayed
them all!
     They first used a pear (that is a French name for a round rubber container with a nozzle;
how do you call it in English?) to add about a pint of water in her ass and the rest in her
cunt! Then she was ordered to relieve her cunt with only a small spray from her bladder, no
more. It was very hard not to let the enema go too! Then came a bad surprise for her, and
still now she thinks that it was the most humiliating thing they demanded from her: she
had to expel part of the enema! I have already told you how intimate that gesture is for her;
so intimate in fact that I had been the only person on earth, up to then, to see her relieve
herself, and then I had to impose it on her by force.
     Now she had to empty her colon in front of 15 people, letting them hear the obscene
noises she would make and letting them see and smell her soiled and stinking insides! She
knew she was clean though, thanks to the colon washing, but it was still pure indignity for
her because, in her head, it was going to stink and be noisy. What was worse, they took the
blindfold off her eyes and she got to see the spectators witnessing her disgrace!
     I loved the look in her eyes when she realized what would happen! Of course it was my
idea because the usual proceedings are limited to pouring the enema, not to reveal her
intimacy when she expels it! The two masters had agreed to be in the bath with her,
knowing that a complete wash up had occurred previously. And there she was now, taking
more water up the ass, lots of water, so much that she would have no other choice but to
let some go for the camera sooner or later. They had another liter poured into her, plus the
pear, for a total of nearly three liters. This is a quantity she can hold for five minutes under
ideal circumstances, but that day, conditions were far from ideal with the two officiants
tormenting her, pinching her nipples, slapping and manipulating her buttocks!
     She managed to hold about two minutes and one tormentor ordered her to let go, but
only a jet of water, no more. She did, but believe me - it was a very long jet! He didn't try
to stop her, even as she expelled half of the enema. It was fantastic to see her bent in two,
that long stream of water ejected from her anus and hissing three feet away! I knew why he
had let her expel so much of the enema, but she didn't: another bottle was ready! She was
filled up again, never daring to complain after the violence she had experienced from the
two masters. She was totally under their will, knew it, and was beginning to like it after
the initial fright.
     She says that these men knew perfectly what they were doing because they stopped the
water the moment a stomach cramp started to make her suffer. Was it from the noise of the
water inside her belly or from her reactions? Probably just long practice. She had to let go
short spurts that were allowed to her but replaced by more water. Now her spincter was
showing signs of exhaustion and she had a hard time containing all of the liquid, about
three liters, I'm sure. Then, they installed a camera and instructed her to give a good show
to the lens. That was enough to make her more nervous and she missed it entirely! She was
to expel water on a signal that one man would give her by squeezing her right tit in his
hand, then stop at the same signal.
     At first, she could hardly stop when signaled; then, she was so stressed that she
couldn't let go! She found it very difficult to expel water on demand only. We are working
on that now so that the next time she will be able to obey. It is demanding training, but she
is progressing well. Finally, when the big gush started, the camera was not ready and they
had to pour more water into her to get a good shot. By trying so much to push, it ended up
that she peed and we all chose to laugh it up, except her! We agreed that it was enough for
that game! The group had loved it enough, though, to decide that it would be included in
future initiations, after the cameraman had been trained to find the right angles and the
right moment to stop the action!
     We proceeded to the sitting room where special furniture waited to serve Ginette's
torture. It was a swing made from a simple board covered with a rug. My slaves' ankles
were tied to the front posts with a thick rope a lot like the one you use. To my surprise and
concern, they used nothing - not even a piece of linen - to protect her skin from the rope,
but I relied on their experience with such matters: they had done it often enough to know
that no permanent burn from the rope would remain. Her legs were totally spread apart
exposing her cunt and asshole without any obstruction. Her loins rested on the board, but
not her ass - that was over the edge. Her arms were tied too, at the hind post; her back
rested on the back of the swing that held her head up so that we could see and admire her
facial expressions as she suffered for us.
     A new torment started for her. They "warmed her up", as they said, by spanking her
thighs, bottom and even her pubes. The guy with the glove had a special technique he
called the twin strokes. Ginette soon learned that this was very painful although it looks
innocent. Instead of applying one frank spank, this man gives two lighter strokes to the
same spot. The repetition of the twin strokes causes a smarting and hypnotic burning of the
flesh says my slave who took a lot of them from him. After some minutes of this treatment,
her skin was pink all over and red on the ass cheeks that were the main target. The
moment a hand slapped her, sensation were ranging from smarting to unbearable, but the
tingling that followed was very exciting, she adds....she, who had always had a love-hate
relationship with spanking. According to her, the treatment they gave her was the best they
could have found to prepare her mentally and physically for the other tortures she had to
endure.
     They slowly expanded their territory to her tits, nipples and pussy lips that were
pinched, squeezed and extended when not manipulated in order to simply hurt. More tears
appeared at the corner of her eyes and Patrick reassured me, stating that it wouldn't be
normal if she didn't cry under such conditions! When the two men were satisfied with her
despaired mental state and obvious physical surrender, they almost emptied a tube of jelly
in her cunt and asshole. I remember catching one frightened look by Ginette to her
tormentors hands when she realized what was to follow! They were big indeed, normal
men's hands, no worse than the few hands that had spread her pussy and anus during her
week of training. The difference, she knew, was going to be in the way they were going to
force her holes: we had been gentle and careful; these guys were going to make it hard for
her; they were not going to wait for her to adjust. They had to make it look tough, and
tough it was!
     For the first time I heard Ginette shout and yelp loud! It was strange, as if it was
coming from someone I didn't know! It expressed pain, sure enough, but also a kind of
nonverbal message to the tormentors to indicate that she was on the edge of absolute pain,
that she could take a lot but that a little more pressure would spoil the party. Once she
learned to scream that way, she used it a lot during the initiation and still does now when I
force her talents. The guys seemed to respect that signal and slowed down when her
yelling verged on panic; the only thing, in fact, they respected with her!
     She was given less than 30 seconds to adjust to the first penetration of a hand in her
pussy! The day before, during her last training session, I had not dared to press her in less
than 15 minutes! And the guys not only made it fast; they made it harder: one of them
already had two fingers in her ass! This was the second surprise for her: her anus was
going to be fist-fucked too as part of the same act! During training, we occasionally
entered her two holes, but not together. I mean, she didn't have two fists in her at the same
time. During her initiation, they started with alternate penetrations but tried many
simultaneous entries that had her yelling at the top of her lungs, so much so that the next
day she had a husky voice!
     Before the first hand had easy access in her cunt, the other one was pushing four, then
five fingers in her distressed asshole. The tormentor seemed unable to enter his whole
hand, her spincter stopped spreading just before his knuckles could pass behind the ring.
For the first time in her life, her anus really hurt! She was used to occasional discomfort
during some hard sodomies by cocks or dildos, but this was pain, sensations like her
muscle was ripped open, especially when they repeatedly tried to force their fist through
the anal ring. It seems that they succeeded three times to get past the knuckles, but she
reacted so hard that they withdrew immediately.
     Her holes were quite tired from the last weeks' repeated abuses, but mostly her anus
that had been visited four times more than her mouth or pussy. Her hole was on fire and it
looked it; all red and irritated. It was deeper between her ass cheeks than ever, even like a
long easy funnel; the folds were thick and slack, the ring was almost too easy for a cock,
some masters had complained, but still very tight for a hand. Most of all, her anus was so
exploited by cocks, enemas and hands that it was now sensitive, her delicate flesh in
constant warmth, close to irritation; so much so that she felt it was the center of her body!
     When the two masters abused her holes, especially her asshole, opening them wide was
not her only worry: inflamed skin was too! Each minute, each stretch, and each rubbing
was burning her more and more. She kind of lost patience when the torture lasted and
lasted, when entering their whole hands in her holes was not enough anymore and they
started to really fuck her pussy with a fist that was going in and out of her pained hole as
fast as a cock would, while mean fingers seemed to search for a grip inside her vagina,
moving her insides in a frightful way, when they suddenly became more ruthless with her
holes, pushing and forcing two fists in her simultaneously, spanking her even harder and
really mauling her tits like sand bags! Suddenly, she broke down. In spite of the gag, she
managed to utter out loud, at the top of her lungs: - "That's enough, PLEASE STOP! That's
enough! That's enough!".
     Patrick jumped to his feet attracting her attention and he pointed at her, his finger
severely menacing her more than his angry eyes. She knew from the briefings that had
been given her during training that this was a first but also final warning that she was to
submit or fail and that her rebellion had also earned her a special punishment. She tried to
refrain from begging as they forced her three more times, harder than ever, as if they
wanted to punish her before they stopped. Her eyes were wet with tears that were running
down her cheeks; her nose was stuffed from crying so much, snot running from her
nostrils.
     The men finished that part of the initiation with what they call the hand shakes. This is
the introduction of four fingers in a hole leaving the thumb outside as if they were
grabbing a hand to shake it. Instead, they grabbed her cunt or asshole and gave it the
"shakes". The one with the gloves had fun for a time with hand shakes, fucking her pussy
with his fingers, keeping them aligned instead of grouping them to make it harder on
Ginette. She was glad, however, that the other one didn't try this in her sore ass, although
his grouped fingers were not so easy in the state of fatigue she was in!
     In case that interests you, the hand shake technique is great for training(please, group
your fingers at first!). After stretching your slave's pussy with your cock or a dildo, smear a
lot of KY inside and outside of her pussy. Don't spare the stuff; the more you use, the
easier it will be. Put some on your hand top also, up to the middle of your forearm in case
it proves easier than you thought (this is not a joke!). Start with three fingers vertically.
Add a fourth when she is comfortable and slowly start to align them when she takes the
bunch easily. Do it horizontally, too. After two hours of this, you can easily try to insert
your thumb that had been rubbing along her slit and clit until then, and see how far you
can go. If you can't get past the knuckles, try again the next day and it should work. I was
stunned how easy it was, relatively speaking. In the ass, I wouldn't advise it to you because
your slave must be comfortable with cocks before you can even think of entering four
fingers in there!
     When the masters finally decided that they were going to play a different tune on
Ginette, she was not given a chance to recover or to clean up. They only rubbed a linen
over her genitals to wipe off the excess jelly and cleaned up their hands. Now, it was time
for her tits to suffer more. To get her nipples easier to grip, they pulled on them and
pinched them. When the buds were long enough to their liking, they simply snapped two
metal clips linked by a chain, one over each nipple. I was surprised to see her take the
burden so easily when she had been so fussy at home. She even let them pull hard on the
chain many times, elongating her nipples to three times their normal size! She says that
after what she had gone through, the pinching was still painful, but easy to take.
     Pain came back soon enough, through her cunt again, when they started to snap
clothespins all over the outside and inside lips, even on her clit. It was so painful that she
preferred the fist-fucking! Her sensitive flesh didn't seem able to suffer the terrible
sensations caused by the pins whose edges were not round but thin and sharp. On three
occasions, she yelled so loud and expressed so much pain that the officiant decided to take
the pins off before her was able to install them all. To punish her, he slapped her cunt and
seemed to take a lot of pleasure rubbing her cunt lips hard as soon as the last pin had been
taken off. This was as bad as the pins themselves on her hurting flesh. Finally, he decided
to limit the decoration to her outer lips. He couldn't resist completing his work with a pin
to her clit. a gesture that made her shout louder after a growing roar had been building in
her throat! He seemed satisfied with his work and his partner congratulated him on the
regularity of the rows made by the ten pins or so that were biting into her tender flesh. The
master shuffled the pins playfully for the camera a few times, not giving a damn about
Ginette's pitiful cries.
     They went to have a drink after taking off most of the pins. They left the pin on her clit
and the metal clips on her nipples all the while and came back after five minutes to untie
her. She was then informed that she would have to serve her punishment right now for
daring to speak. To prove her repentance and docility, she was going to submit to an anal
fist-fuck without any bond. She would willfully allow the officiant to push his arm in her
rectum without trying to escape or stop him. Any attempt to obstruct his action would
mean that he would start over again from the beginning. The punishment would not end
before he successfully managed to have her anal ring encircling his wrist at least once. Her
wet eyes were anxious and open wide as she listened to Patrick who lectured her on her
disobedience; a mistake that she will be ashamed to see again and again on the tape of her
initiation, in future times. She had understood the lesson: when she was asked if it was all
clear in her mind, she didn't try to answer verbally, but just nodded!
     They installed her on all fours on the swing and more jelly was pushed in, on and
around her asshole. Then the pointed hand started to search her hole, a bunch of fingers
forcing their way inside with an insistent rotating motion. It could have been easier if the
guy had not started to spank her hard with his other hand. He was hitting with all his heart
and it made it almost impossible for her to concentrate on getting loose and easy. She
dared a move that nobody seemed to notice and that I only saw later on the film: she
reached back and just grazed his slapping hand. What is funny is the fact that the master
stopped spanking her!
     She had done it many times during training but she was very stressed in that position
and time. It was harder mentally than physically, but still it was painful. She swayed her
ass around in attempts to assist him in sodomizing her anus, so as to be over this
punishment the more quickly. The other master stopped her by firmly gripping her hips.
This was going to be by sheer force alone. As his knuckles neared her anus, I watched her
reddened spincter turn white as the blood was forced out of it. I was fascinated by her anus
rippling from the effect of the knuckles and the rotating action. With a loud explosion of
breath from Ginette, the knuckles disappeared inside. The other master released her hips
now and stepped back. The hand slid easily inside her anus now until it was firmly seated
around his wrist. Ginette's knees were wobbling noticeably from her strain to hold her
position. It seemed the hand in her asshole was holding her up! With only a moment to
adjust, he began a gentle pumping motion, pulling out to his knuckles and back in to his
wrist, each time forcing his hand deeper and deeper. After about five minutes of this, it
seemed he had succeeded in forcing half his forearm in her tortured anus. Tears flowed
freely from Ginette's eyes, yet she made no noise other than her heavy breathing with flared
nostrils. Finally, and without warning, he quickly yanked his hand out, leaving her hole
gaping wider than I had ever seen it before. Ginette screamed and collapsed to the floor on
her knees with her hips up and face down. We were treated to the sight of her raw anus
slowly closing like a red flower in the evening. Sobs racked her body as she was allowed a
moment of rest as the masters removed the swing and arranged for her further torture.
     Ginette was dragged unceremoniously to her feet and her hands were tied together and
raised to be clipped to a chain hanging from the ceiling. The officiants laid out different
instruments for the flagellation of her sore flesh. I was relieved to see only familiar whips,
crops and paddles. One of the masters approached her with a cat-of-nine-tails and held it
to her lips. Ginette kissed it and then found the leather covered handle forced into her
mouth. She sucked it like the cock it was shaped to be. He took it from her and stepped
behind her. His lashes just teased her flesh for awhile as he worked it from her shoulders
to her knees. Gradually his strokes increased in speed and intensity, but were always
varied. Ginette began jerking and moaning with each stroke. The other master kicked her
feet apart and told her to keep them there. He also stretched wide rubber bands around the
base of her tits, making them bulge obscenely. Occasionally a stroke would curve under
her cheeks and catch her cunt full force. Each time, Ginette screamed but valiantly kept her
pose, albeit on trembling legs. It was comical to watch her force herself to keep her feet
wide apart, yet unconsciously try to pull her knees together! Even she laughs now as she
watches herself on the tape! Comical, yes - but I was also proud of her determination to
hold herself as ordered - untied. 
     These guys were rally experienced! They knew precisely where to hit and how hard. For
the first time, I could say that I enjoyed seeing my slave being beaten! I know what you are
going to say! A few months ago, I was swearing never to lash her and there I was, my cock
so hard I could come from just a simple touch! Furthermore, in the days before, I had used
these same torture instruments on her with growing pleasure! I loved it when they fucked
her with the wooden and leather handles, in her cunt and in her ass, without any mercy,
pushing the thick tube all the way in with one single stroke. My slave's reaction was
having a fantastic effect on me and I don't think I could have enjoyed this at all if I had not
felt that she was in the middle of an old fantasy she had told me about a few times,
enjoying the terrifying pleasure that was provided to every tortured part of her body.
     Then, after more precisely applied lashes, her tits were the targets again, but of a
different torture. Having no time to recover between one position and the other made her
feel helplessly good. No time to think, only time to suffer and try to escape the brutal
assaults that never missed, bringing more torment, and more of that disturbing pleasure.
She was a bit anxious about the rubber bands around her tits. She was very right to be!
     I loved the look of her tits with a rubber band around them. Lately, her tits have been
getting softer for two reasons; First, she has been following a diet to look slim for the
masters at the stable. You know where a woman first loses weight - her tits! Then, age is
another reason her somewhat heavy tits are not as firm anymore. With the rubber bands
squeezing them, they looked like when she was 20 again! They were smaller but firmer,
pointing proudly up, like two succulent pears! This time, I had the possibility to compare
how they looked with two, then three and even four rubber bands squeezing the base of her
soft flesh! Her right tit suddenly looked like it had been grafted on her chest, firm and
proud again! On her left tit that sags a little more, the effect was different. The rubber
bands made it point downward as a ripe fruit, very sensitive to the touch as we were able
to see when the officiant rubbed her tight skin.
     I thought it was over, but more rubber bands were ready and found their way around
my slave's tits! A fifth and a sixth were installed at the base to Ginette's surprise! She
couldn't believe her eyes and looked many times at her compressed globes. She was
dancing at the end of the rope, moaning and sobbing as her tits were losing much of their
feeling. The masters were rubbing her flesh, pulling hard on her nipples, but she only felt
the biting of the rubber bands at the base, a sensation that was becoming unbearable.
     Contrary to what I thought, the torture of her tits didn't stop there! The master
approached with more rubber bands and I candidly asked myself where he was going to
snap them! They went halfway on her burgeoning tits, making them look like those
balloons you can squeeze into funny shapes! If this new trick was not very painful for
Ginette, it seemed to be very humiliating for her because she cried when she looked down
at her distorted flesh and verified how much we were all fascinated by the scene!
     The officiant played with her tortured tits for awhile, especially with her swollen
nipples that were blown up out of proportion. He pinched them, then even flicked them a
few times  with his fingers without much reaction from my slave who was only sensitive to
the pain at the base of her globes. He then decided to install clips on the buds. He carefully
started with the right nipple, and this time her reaction came after only five seconds, before
he could try to install the second ring! She thrashed about and shouted louder than ever,
shaking her head every way and so hard that strings of spit flew around the room! He was
very fast to reach for the clip and to take it off, but it still took a good minute before she
calmed down.
     The master looked uneasy and I caught a reproachful glimpse of Patrick to him. I liked
it when our host turned to me before I asked any questions and apologized for letting such
a specialized torture be applied to a new slave. "Only total slaves who are whipped and
treated more roughly can bear such a torture, but your slave looked so tolerant to pain that
our friend decided to test her limits. It will take a few years - or maybe less - at the pace
she is going, before she can take such treatment!", he joked.
     What was important to me was that Ginette was not sending me the panic signal. If she
had, I would have been in a good position to ask them to stop the ceremony after such a
bad decision. She later told me that she had not thought about asking to stop everything. In
her troubled mind, the clip had been another part of the initiation. The fact that it lasted so
little time enabled her to let it happen and go on in spite of the unbearable pain. I saw her
shiver when she saw more clips appear, especially since they were leaded and the jaws
looked mean, but she just waited for her torment to continue.
     They were not destined for her tits though, but for her cunt lips. To my surprise, it
happened very quietly, without much reaction from her. Her cunt lip was stretched a lot,
though, by the weight and it meant that the clip must have been biting quite hard into her
flesh. It seemed OK with her and she only moaned when another clip was installed on the
other lip. Then, I understood. With this kind of torture, the pain grows on the slave
because the teeth dig into the skin slowly as the weight pulls down. Not long after the
second clip was hooked on her, she started to moan louder and swing about as she tried to
ease the pain with her legs. Then, there was a terrible cry and it took me a while to
discover that one of the clips had slipped along the lip, scratching it along before it fell to
the ground!
     She said it reminded her of the time when she was young and one drunken guy bit her
cunt lips and pulled them away while keeping his teeth closed! She had to hit him on the
head with her soda bottle before he let go! It was her first and only rebellion to unneeded
violence. At Trousse-Barrie're she had no way to avoid the punishment, and no will to do it
too. Before the pain was gone, another clip replaced the faulty one and two more were
hooked to her dangling pussy lips. What made it worse for her it that they all fell at one
time on another, but the master blamed it on her because she was thrashing about too
much. We all knew that the remains of the jelly that had been generously spread over her
genitals was the reason for the clips slipping, but everyone agreed that it was much more
in the mood of the moment to blame it on her!
     What I knew was that she looked extremely sexy dangling from her rope, her body taut,
her tits under severely constricting bands, waxed dipilated cunt lips extended to the limit
by mean clips and weights, her thighs as wide apart as possible, in an attempt to obey the
order to hold the pose for a photo, her eyes wet and her nose stuffed up from crying. I
wanted her at that moment (well, I had wanted her all evening, I must say!), I wanted her
anus that I could now see very clearly as she turned her back to us, her deep funnel so easy
to follow to her hole, her ring slack and inflamed from all the sacrifices it had to give! For
the first time in our relationship, the sight of her sore flesh wearing red stripes made her
more desirable to me, especially her bottom that had suffered so much and that still had to
suffer more, or her smooth pubes that were soon to become the target for more lashing.
     The straps fell on her, aimed at her loins mostly but also at her thighs and back,
carefully avoiding her tits. These were strokes to remind her that the ceremony was not
over, that she still had to give her body to the cat-o'-nine-tails and to their handle too. The
masters took their time, letting her warm up to the next torture. Their arms didn't move
much, leaving the work to their fists that gave a false impression of soft strokes when,
instead, the lashes were  snapping quite hard. My slave moaned under the flogging, yelling
occasionally when the clips unsnapped, one by one, each leaving her with the awful
sensation that a part of her body had been snapped off!
     They freed her tits that hurt her when the blood started to rush again into the deprived
spongy flesh. They also rubbed her cunt lips to reawaken the biting feeling of the gone
clips. Then the beating started. Each officiant had a cat-o'-nine-tails. One stood in front of
Ginette, the other behind her, although she swirled around so much that they had
opportunities to lash each side at will. They hit her tits and pussy first, and that made her
yell and thrash about. She tried to kick and this made them laugh behind their masks:
while she had a leg up to kick or to protect her pussy from a master, the other one could
easily hit her right where she was trying to avoid the strokes!
     For a while, one of the masters tried different tools to hit her. First, a large leather strap
that was only directed at her back and soon had it red and burning. He also used a very
short leather strap that looked innocent but was not at all: from her jumps and cries, it was
very cruel to her soft tits where it left short red lines. He then tried a larger cat-o'-nine-tails
that had a thick braided leather handle. The strips hit Ginette's thighs a few times, but the
man had another use for the thing; the handle was soon entering her pussy, then her
painful ass. they fucked her holes rudely, making her lose her breath that way more often
than while hitting her. In fact, each time one of them wanted to give a little rest to his arm,
he warned the other; they stopped lashing and one would hold her while the other would
push the handles deep and carelessly in her holes. Once, they even used their handles at
the same time, one in each hole. She heard the man ravaging her asshole inviting the other
to push his handle into the same hole. but she successfully closed the gate, judging that
was enough! They didn't insist, knowing perfectly well that her back hole already had too
much to suffer.
     The victims of the grand finale, Ginette and I found, was going to be her genitals.
Suddenly, all the strokes were directed toward her cunt, straight between her thighs. At
first, it was OK; the master stood in front of her and the ends of the straps, the part that
really hurts, were lashing her rump. Then, he moved behind her. Now, the straps were
lashing at her cunt lips and she started dancing to a new song! She tried to kick more or to
lift a leg to protect her intimacy, but there always was a bunch of straps that found their
way straight to their goal. She was yelling at the top of her voice but she had to bear
twenty strokes before they paused. Then, she was informed that her ordeal was almost
over. To end it, she had a choice between twenty more strokes at random but aimed at her
cunt, or three direct strokes that she would receive while participating in her own
debasement, staying perfectly motionless, handing at the end of the rope, legs well apart.
     Her eyes pleaded for her, clearly begging for the end of the session; she was hurting
from every part of her body, her flesh was on fire and so were her pussy and asshole; but
they waited for her decision: did she want bad or worse!? And which was worse!? Finally,
she moaned loud and let herself hang from her arms and opened her legs, sobbing
helplessly. They arranged her a little, then one master went behind her. Before his arm had
gone halfway upward, she jumped on her feet and tried to avoid the stroke. This earned her
a flogging from both masters and she finally surrendered, assuming the humiliating
position again under the guidance of the master who was standing behind her, ready to
inflict the dreaded strokes. This time, she received the lashing where it was intended to
land, right on her clit. It took a split second before she reacted, but when she did, it was to
thrash about in confused pain, yelling and shouting as much as she could.
     They gave her a few moments to calm down. All there was to hear was her cries and
moans alternating with her attempts to catch her breath. A hand on her shoulder indicated
that she had to submit to the second stroke. She was shaking from every limb, but she
obeyed. This time, the straps came up slowly between her legs. She still jumped and
twisted at the end of her bonds, but she calmed down soon and, without any incentive of
menace, she assumed the pose by herself, ready and submitting willfully to the last stroke.
I saw Patrick nod his satisfaction and he signaled to his friend. I thought the next stroke
would be merciful. On the contrary, it was the worst she had received all evening!
     This time, she reacted so much that, from time to time, she was hanging from her arms,
legs up and knees bent at the height of her chest! She only moaned though and hardly
yelled when the straps hit her. Her gesticulations lasted a long time, maybe four or five
minutes and it left her totally exhausted, hanging low from her arms, legs too soft to hold
her. So, imagine my stupification when she later confessed to me that she had come with
the last stroke, an orgasm of a kind she had never had before, a long climax, so long that
she thought that she would die before it could end! But, it had also been a toilsome and
painful pleasure if this exists, a sensation where pain had taken most of the place but
where pleasure, by contrast, was heavenly!
     Her pussy was on fire all the time the sensation lasted, her clit so hot that, in her mind,
it was as though it had become as big as a nipple! Waves of contradictory sensations were
churning about in her belly, warm pleasure overwhelming all sharp pain, then yielding to
it. What puzzled her was the fact that she was coming without any contact to her genitals,
but the hit had been so direct that each pulse of blood in her body brought back memorized
impressions of the stroke and made her believe that the flogging was still going on. She
says that she had come close to that strange feeling a few times while submitting to me or
to men I had given her to in the past, but it never reached that fulfillment. Still now, part of
her wants to feel this terrific sensation again, but part of her also hates the pain that
delivers it.
     During the minutes that followed her orgasm, she was so busy taking it all that she had
been very contracted. The moment the pleasure ceased totally, she was just a pile of pain
and cramps. Her arms were killing her but she couldn't stand on her legs to ease the
situation. She heard applause and she opened her eyes to discover that they were directed
at me! I was congratulated by the other dominants for training my slave so well, but not a
compliment was directed at her! She felt it very unfair and she hated us for a split second!
After all she had endured, all the glamour was for me!
     She was eased down from her bonds and she just fell to the floor, having an awful time
gaining control of her arms. A million ants were eating them and she cried some more.
However, her initiation was not through! The two officiants demanded that she stand on
her knees to thank them as a good slave does when she has been taken care of. She had to
thank the two male slaves too, for taking good care of the cameras! She managed to push
her weight to her knees, but her arms were still too numb and out of control. She still
thanked each of them, bending her head respectfully and sobbing between phrases. -"Now
you are going to relieve us from the fantastic forces that has been building inside us while
we were submitting you to the laws of this stable. The four of us will take your body at the
same time, these two slaves in your pussy, me in your asshole and my good friend here, in
your mouth", declared one officiant.
     When I heard that, I turned to them and was ready to plead for her when Patrick
discretely talked to me: -"This is the tradition and I wouldn't want to break it. There is one
thing you can do though, because I'm afraid that she could be hurt if cocks invaded her
lower holes. The master of the disciplined slave is supposed to offer her to her tormentors.
Pretend you didn't hear what he just said and offer her mouth to the group. It will last a
little longer for her, but she will not suffer from it".
     I stood up and joyfully talked to the masters, thanking them for treating my slave with
the right amount of severity, helping me break a few limits she had before. Then, as if this
was the most generous thing for me to do, I told them they could use her mouth for as long
as it was needed to satisfy them. I shook their hands and turned to get a blow job myself
from one of the slaves! They were so baffled by my attitude that they stood there while I
walked toward the rest of the group. Patrick discreetly gave me the thumbs up, and I laid
down. I saw that Ginette was installed on the swing, on her back, head hanging at the
edge. One officiant was kneeling in front of her and pointing his erect cock at her docile
mouth, his surgical gown tucked up to his waist! It happened quite fast for her because her
oral sacrifice was over before I had come. I had my orgasm when I saw her standing up
unsteadily and walking toward me. I greeted her with a warm hug and we went to our
room.
    
     Now, when you look at the tape, try to guess when Ginette had her two other orgasms
during the rest of the session! I couldn't believe it when, the next morning, she confessed to
me that she had come three times during her initiation! She swears she did, and I believe
her, especially now that I have seen a good part of the tape. I recognize her orgasms
although they are changed by the fact that she is in bondage and gagged. They are quite
noticeable though. We won't tell you now! Try to guess and give us your findings in your
next letter! It is a pity the big one is not on the tape.
     Now, we hope that the tape has reached you. We copied our action on a cassette where
we had taped the french version of LAST TANGO IN PARIS. We both loved that very
strange film; I loved the young actresses' tits; Ginette loved the way Marlon Brando
dominated the girl! My slave's initiation is taped after the film, about halfway through the
tape. Sorry, the leader is not of Ginette undressing for you: we don't have a camera and
don't intend to buy one if we have to sell it in a few weeks should we return to France!
Have a wonderful time, and remember you have been warned about the violence shown on
our film!
                                                                Your friend,
                                                                           Giles
