02 Apr 2024, 05:58
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Le donjon et les installations de la loge fétichiste suscitent des envies sexuelles de BDSM
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Ces deux couples libertins se connaissent depuis des années. Ils ont des relations sexuelles depuis des années et ils sont très proches et confiants l'un envers l'autre. Ce n'est pas la première fois qu'ils partagent des vacances, l'année précédente c'était au Cap d'Agde, mais comme les prix explosaient et que tout devenait de plus en plus cher, ils ont décidé de changer de destination. .
Dès leur arrivée, ils ont été agréablement surpris par l'accueil qui leur a été réservé, malgré l'heure tardive. Ils ont eu droit à une brève présentation des lieux, du donjon et de l'appartement. Sur la table du salon, elles ont trouvé une rose pour chacune des femmes, ainsi que le code wifi et le classeur de conseils utiles, ainsi que le classeur des très bonnes et mauvaises idées.
Ils ont vu que les repas commandés à 9,50 euros étaient dans le réfrigérateur, et qu'une miche de pain était sur la cuisinière. La climatisation est également allumée et les lits sont prêts. Marc leur dit que les formalités administratives et le reste de la visite auront lieu le lendemain lorsqu'ils se seront reposés.
Nos amis libertins prennent une douche salvatrice avant de se jeter dans le repas. Entre l'entrée et le plat réchauffé au micro-ondes, Paul commente en plaisantant ce qu'il a découvert dans le classeur True Good Bad Ideas.
- C'est incroyable à quel point ils sont ouverts d'esprit ici. Dans le classeur, il y a des idées et des scénarios pour presque toutes les fétiches. J'ai beaucoup aimé l'idée de la chasse au soumis. Franck, je propose que demain nous relâchions une de nos femelles sur la propriété, et que le premier qui la trouverait puisse coucher avec elle. Qu'en penses-tu?
Avant même que Franck ait eu le temps de répondre, les filles étaient en ébullition, ce n'étaient pas des femelles, encore moins du gibier ! Même s'ils avaient qu'il plaisantait et ne leur montrait aucun manque de respect, ils l'ont menacé de représailles.
- Chéri, j'ai lu sur le site de B&B qu'ils peuvent garder les clés des cages de chasteté, alors je pense te mettre dans une cage de chasteté et leur confier les clés ! menace Martine, la femme de Paul.
- Je ne l'ai pas emportée avec moi ! répond Paul.
- Mais je l'ai fait ! Martine répond.
Lucie, provocatrice dans l'âme, va encore plus loin et déclare qu'être traitée comme un jeu l'a profondément blessée. Enthousiasmée depuis leur arrivée, elle propose de faire une visite détaillée du donjon puis de mettre Paul sur la croix de Saint André pendant qu'ils s'amuseraient tous les trois dans la salle LOVE.
Ce soir-là, après des heures de route, outre un plongeon naturiste dans la piscine, ils firent un petit tour dans le donjon où ils s'excitaient d'avance.
- J'adore cet endroit et tout le matériel, je sens qu'on va s'éclater, mon amour ! dit Paul à sa femme parfois dominatrice sous la couette.
- Martine, j'ai l'impression que ton chéri est sollicité. Devons-nous le faire dormir dans le lit cage ? demande Lucie. Comme ça, nous n'aurons pas besoin d'aller chasser, nous l'aurons déjà.
- Il faudra peut-être attendre demain, mais j'aime l'idée. Il a intérêt à se montrer bon et doux avec celle qui pourrait bien devenir une domina sévère....! Martine répond, amusée.
Après quelques baisers de principe, nos libertins n'ont pas tardé à se coucher dans les deux lits superposés king-size. Réveillé par le chant des oiseaux, Paul est le premier à se lever. Il quitte le gîte discrètement sans trop ouvrir la porte pour que le soleil ne réveille pas tout le monde. La trique toujours au garde-à-vous, il retourne au donjon après avoir « levé la patte » au pied des arbres. Rapidement excité par l'environnement et l'équipement, l'envie ne manque pas de réduire la « pression » intracrânienne. CAD l'envie de jouer avec à quoi ça sert ??? Peux-tu deviner? Eh bien, je vais continuer l'histoire !
Il revient donc « sagement » au gîte pour préparer la tournée générale du café. Pendant que ça brasse, il installe les bols et grignote sur la terrasse. A son retour, les coquins commencent à bouger et prennent leur ticket, tout comme à la sécurité sociale, pour se rendre aux toilettes, qui servent aussi de lieu dédié au dépôt de bilan. (Le labeur...)
Quand Marc les aperçut en route vers le potager, vêtu d'une tenue ultra fétichiste, avec des baskets trouées, des chaussettes usées et un short qui n'allait même pas avec son tee-shirt vintage, il leur fit signe avant de continuer. sa manière. Arrosé par les filles à moitié nues et les hommes nus, il discutait avec eux, les regardant comme s'ils portaient des vêtements de sport. Il s'en fichait de leur nudité.
La discussion a d'abord portée sur les lieux à visiter, les choses pratiques comme le tabac et les cours alimentaires. (On pourrait penser que le classeur avec toutes ces informations posées sur la table du gîte serait inutile, MDR). Après cela, la discussion se tourne vers les installations et les éventuels jeux de plein air. Qu'est-ce qu'ils n'avaient pas fait pour engager Marc sur ce sujet ?
Vingt minutes plus tard, il n'y avait pas que les yeux des filles qui brillaient du feu du désir, un feu poussé par un vent de perversité de force 8. La chasse aux soumis a été évoquée, tout comme la possibilité de placer le banc de fessée à l'extérieur pour autre chose que la punition. Il expliqua qu'il était possible de planter 4 piquets dans la pelouse pour retenir une fille ou un homme avec les bras et les jambes écartés et les fesses en l'air, d'utiliser le hamac de la piscine comme une écharpe, d' en fabriquer un ou plus d'espaces de jeux coquins, à faire.....
Paul then asked Marc to finish the brief tour of the dungeon, which had been done quickly the day before, to give them time to rest. You might as well ask a passionate fetishist to comment on not his fetish, but HIS fetish. Being ultra open-minded, with each material or example given, Marc indicated that it could be used for both men and women. Still naked, Paul couldn't hide the fact that the explanations didn't leave him indifferent.
So as not to disturb anyone, and as it was very windy, Marc advised them to visit the famous Monasterio de Piedra (Monastery of Stone), which is well sheltered from the wind. He explained that the park was well worth the diversions, but that it had to be done with good shoes. After these less erotic explanations, Paul's lower abdomen went back to rest.
Before setting off on their 'sightseeing' tour, they ordered the evening meal, this time in the restaurant. Marc invited them to come and choose the organic vegetables he would be preparing for them from his vegetable garden. Surprised, the girls appreciated this, as did the fact that he suggested they take some fruit for the road from the orchard.
During the day, he prepared a quiche with Iberian ham and truffles, followed by duck in sauce with vegetable timbales and a few chips (courgette chips, carrot chips, potato chips).
Around 5pm, the libertine tourists returned with smiley smiles on their lips. They'd obviously enjoyed their visit. Shower and pool + watery naughtiness was their programme for the evening until the meal served at 9pm.
During the 13-euro meal in the restaurant, which included an aperitif and appetisers, our libertines shared their impressions before taking the usual questions from customers.
Here's a quick summary so as not to bore you:
- What made you decide to come and live in Spain?
- Macronia, France going to hell, the country's finances, safety and friendliness.
- You must see some funny things?
- Yes, but the main thing is that the customers have fun, we don't care about the rest. The most amusing are the singles who come to do self-bondage or solitary games. At first they're shy, but only at first if you know what I mean.
AND THEN, in the middle of the discussion, this time in the presence of Marc's wife, Martine asks in front of everyone if it's true that they agree to keep the keys to the gentlemen's chastity cages? Suffice it to say that Paul noshed on his plate of cheese, which was also included on the menu! (The last point isn't important, but it was important to me...)
When Marc and his wife said yes, Martine gave them a set of keys. Suffice to say that during the meal, Lucie and Franck had fun at the expense of the future chaste holidaymaker.
Readers should be aware that in this naughty world, between them, the girls can be real bitches, and can even become demonic when it comes to martyring a man. Women really can be worse than men in these matters.
As mentioned earlier in the text, Paul's wife is sometimes domineering under the duvet. Oh nothing BDSM, let's just say that she likes to manage things and that her darling does what she wants as she wants. In their relationship, the chastity cage isn't really a domination accessory and Paul never wears it for very long. Martine imposes it on him when she's having her period and, above all, when she wants him to spend a lot of time with her, grazing her pussy for hours on end, for example. She has threatened to put it on him when they go to a sex club, but has never actually done it.
Urged on by Lucie, who wants to play with it and have fun with it, and then by Franck, who is delighted to imagine spending evenings with two women all to himself, the threat of chastity persists. So much so that after dinner, when they go to the dungeon to explore the accessories and shackles in more detail, the so-called chastity cage finds its way onto Paul's sex. A few minutes later, he found himself shackled naked and caged on the cross of Saint Andrew. The girls light him up and have a great time. They go so far as to kneel down and lick his balls, caress him, nibble his nipples or devour him with kisses, all the while playing with his penis trapped in the cage tube. Poor Paul, whose penis is suffering from the housing crisis, can't even stroke the furies that have become gluttonous, or rather, birds of prey.
For his part, Franck has brought a magic wand massager closer to the four-poster bed, followed by a dildo. Lying on the bed, he commented on Paul's psychological 'sufferings' while stroking his fully erect penis. Judging that it was time to move on to cuddling, they join Franck to cuddle and take care of the only free and available penis. The caged man, shackled to the cross, can only watch their lovemaking.
Driven by a certain perversity, after an hour of cuddling in all directions, Lucie suggests putting Paul under the pierced chair so that he can see afterwards that they've "had a good time". Franck was given the task of restraining him under the commode, which was presented as a toilet, while the girls had an anthology 69 on the bed in the LOVE bedroom.
A tongue is good, a beautiful penis in great shape is better, agreed the two girls, unable to satisfy themselves. Franck had to make a superhuman effort that evening not to cum too quickly, which would have meant a short break before getting back into 'useful' shape for the man-eaters. Under his pierced chair and with the toilet flap closed, Paul could only hear and endure. He doesn't mind this little game, he likes to be pushed around a bit from time to time. So his cuckold fantasies are fully satisfied.
Wishing to vary the pleasures a little, having never tried the pierced chair or the "toilet Salve", Lucie takes the initiative of leaving the bed ravaged by their lovemaking to sit down and entrust the grooming of her kitten to Paul's tongue. With the scent of love, Paul soon realised that the game was hot, before his tongue confirmed it. Lucie, as vicious as ever, also gives him her anus to lick, digging her claws into the nipples just beneath her fingers. For their part, Franck and his wife continue the fantastic ride to its conclusion. At their screams, Paul imagines that he will soon be released, which is a mistake.
In fact, a few moments later, and surely in the spirit of sharing, Martine stands up, spooning her hand under her kitten so as not to lose any of the good man juice she intends to share with her husband. Understanding her friend's plan, Lucie gives up her place on the commode and Paul sees his wife's rear end arrive. As he balked, Lucie put her foot on the chastity cage and began to crush his precious ones to motivate him to lap up the precious liquid she regularly drank.
"Don't complain, he could have sodomised me and, normally, you like to make me swallow your man juice, so you can enjoy it too," Martine shouts at him, in the full throes of her budding domination. Restrained and manhandled, Paul has no choice but to comply. So he licks his wife's drooling sex with a slight lack of motivation compensated by a perverse foot.
As they leave the dungeon, the pool lights act like a magnet. Our libertines are sated (except for one) and tempted to go skinny dipping. Paul is sent to the gîte to collect the towels. While he's away, the girls plot and come up with the idea of putting Paul in the pillory and having his friend Franck blow him up.
Before going to bed, Paul asks his wife to remove the chastity cage. But unfortunately for him, Marc and his wife have the keys. Waking them up for this is not a good idea at all!
The next day, before setting off to visit Zaragoza, which is still as kinky as ever, Lucie asks Marc to prepare an Espace game for them. Her idea was for one of them to fall prey to a predator. She gets excited just thinking about it. Martine gave in to her darling's pleas and removed the chastity cage, but secretly entrusted the keys back to Marc.
On the way back from a day in Zaragoza, our libertines take a few erotic Urbex-style photos in a disused hotel. When they arrive at the gîte, it's decided to draw lots to see which of the girls will fall prey to the Espace game. Marc is called in to help, and comes to fit Lucie with some restraints. He advised her to wear socks so as not to hurt her pretty ankles before chaining them so that she couldn't run. Using another chain and a padlock, he linked the handcuffs to her ankles before handing her an envelope with the clues.
Naked and thus chained, the prisoner, now game, leaves the dungeon 15 minutes early. Paul and Franck enjoy a good beer with Martine as the alarm supervisor on the mobile.
For her part, Lucie is relishing the fact that she is naked in the wilderness, tied up in shackles, and that she is the game. It amuses her as much as it excites her. At the same time, she'd like to win and find the keys so that she can decide how the evening's lovemaking will go. On Marc's advice, the hunters leave with a towel over their shoulder to protect their prey from being eaten on the spot. After all, a minimum of hygiene and comfort can't hurt when you're being "raped" by sex-hungry hunters.
Lucie has created a large part of the game space when the hunters set off to hunt the "female". Martine follows them at a distance, walking normally, unlike the men who are determined to win the game. One of them is on the upper part of the field, the other on the lower part like a rabbit. Walking between the trees in the orchard, Paul had less visibility than Franck, who was more on the "plain". Having seen them coming, Lucie hid between the vines between the lower and upper parts of the field. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for her, Franck spotted her.
Our two hunters converge on the game, trying to flee in small steps towards what she thinks is the place where the keys to her fetters are. Caught by Paul's arm, she can do nothing to escape and watches as Franck installs the towels. Forced under threat to be handed over to Marc for a whipping session, she has no choice but to perform oral sex on the hunters before being pinned to the floor. Paul pulls his wife's legs up so that she can't escape his friend's hard-on.
Excited by the game, the wild man's penetration of a mini "swamp" is just a formality. Lucie is having the time of her life being the victim, being fucked like that in the open air. It's thanks to her cries of pleasure that Martine easily finds them. Secretly she likes to imagine being in her place. So much so that she sits on her prey's face to have her pussy eaten, her legs trembling. If she can't get fucked, at least she can get grazed.
- Fuck this bitch, my love, all her orifices have to be used! Martine orders her husband once Franck has finished his business.
Between Martine's legs you can hear the word "slut" being shouted, but the rest is quickly muffled by a well soaked pussy. So Paul wets the little orifice with saliva and taps it without moderation once it's been "perforated". As he hasn't had an orgasm for 48 hours, it's fair to say he's motivated. No matter how hard 'poor' Lucie tried to evade her captors and Paul's Priape, taking the pastille, bastille pardon, went off without a hitch. And for good reason, Lucie likes to be caught out this way. After a while, the birds are surprised that a victim can utter such cries of pleasure. They're sure to have something to talk about when they get back to the nest.
After collecting the keys, our libertines quietly return to their nest. The first trees in the orchard are treated to a kind of human bio-fertiliser on the way back. A shower and a dip in the pool are just as beneficial.
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As you know, two girls always agree to say bad things about a third, but that doesn't mean they spare each other. Lucie has therefore decided to take 'revenge' on Martine for calling her a slut before having her fucked in turn. For the reader's information, these very real acts of revenge are nonetheless very friendly in these games.
On Fessestivites, Lucie saw a bondage performed by Marc for a couple. The man, tied up like a dog, is suspended under the winch in the dungeon. In the video, Marc shows that once suspended, the person can be used by both ends of his digestive tract by rotating it. The next day, she managed to get hold of him to ask him if he could, under the pretext of a shibari class, perform this bondage on her friend. Asking him to help out with the class and to share one of his passions was no small thing.
It was 5pm when they returned from a walk in the Bardenas Reales desert. She had told her friends about her request for a shibari lesson, specifying that Martine would be her volunteer model. Although Martine sensed that there was trouble brewing, she wasn't worried - there was never any real malice between them.
At around 5.30pm, Marc joined them to show them how to do a quick bondage "in doggy mode". He got them to help him by asking them to do the same to Martine naked and on all fours in the dungeon. It's true that four of you on all fours is quicker than when there's only one shibarist. He then added a few ropes and asked Lucie to take "the bitch" down to the winch, which he lowered. That's when Martine realises that she's about to be suspended and that her friend has tricked her.
Marc quickly puts the finishing touches to his shibari and starts to lift Martine up using the winch. He asks her regularly if she's all right, if there's any pain, so that he can adjust a few ropes.
- So I'm going to leave you in peace, but first I need to give you some basic advice. You need to check that the s a n g is circulating well at the ends of her limbs, then if she's not feeling well, just getting her down and onto the ground should solve the problem. My suspension knots aren't really knots, you just have to pull here and here to undo them. Then all you have to do is slide my ropes over her limbs after undoing the central loops. So it can go very quickly. Please don't make it turn on itself more than one turn so as not to wind up the winch cables. Have fun. Marc tells them before leaving.
- Bitch, you planned ahead and plotted with Marc! Martine shouts.
- Me scheming? Never! Besides, I've got a little surprise for you. Look at that beautiful bitch's tail, I'm sure you'd like to have it up your bum! Lucie replies with a perverse smile on her lips.
With undisguised pleasure, she wets the rosebud of the dungeon bitch's cock before pressing it against the delicate little orifice used to bigger things. Thus equipped, Martine looks like a dog being groomed, as Paul is quick to point out with amusement, and the state of his penis makes no secret of his intentions.
Our two companions adjust the height of the "bitch" to take advantage of both sides of her anatomy. Franck had his dick sucked while Paul, positioned behind her, penetrated her with undisguised pleasure. With a gentle rocking motion, Lucie had fun having her alternately taken and sucked before installing the Maîtresse chair under her friend. Sitting down, she can grab her nipples to keep the rocking going.
After the minimum amount of grumbling, Martine discovered that being caught suspended like this was exhilarating in both senses of the word. By spinning her around, Lucie allows the two men to alternate "orifices". The game amuses her for a while, but she has every intention of "finishing off" her friend. So she leaves her position as a perverted voyeur to go and find a magic wand to put on the clitoris, also known as the button of feminine pleasures. And it's precisely maximum pleasure that she wants to give her friend. There are worse ways of taking revenge!
After a number of orgasms, Martine begs for mercy. Quickly lowered and freed, she lies down on the Mistress's armchair to recover from all those pleasurable sensations and orgasms. Not yet having had any pleasure other than cerebral, Lucie lay down on the bed in the LOVE room to claim her due, something the two men were "devoted" to giving her. Truly exhausted, Martine falls asleep during the festivities. (No, there's no connection with the super site Fessestivites)
The week's holiday for our libertines goes by at breathtaking speed. Between sightseeing during the day, the pool and sexual jousting in the evening, the hours seem to have become minutes. So much so that to make the most of it, they only order the evening meals at 9.50 euros so as not to waste time shopping and cooking.
On Friday, Marc reminded Paul, a smoker, of the principle of Eco-tourism, telling him that at 5.30 a packet of cigarettes, it would be worthwhile taking a few cartons. Paul was worried about being inspected and fined by French customs officers, but the principle of Eco-tourism appealed to him greatly. They went to the village tobacconist's where Paul bought 6 cartons that the customs officers would not see. On their return, with Malicia's help, they made a shipping box like the ones in the ABCplaisir shop, Paul created a Mondial Relais account and paid for the shipment of his cartons of cigarettes. His parcel wasn't sent until Monday, which gave them plenty of time to get back to France and pick up 2 more cartons before the border. In total, Paul saved nearly 300 euros, which paid for a large part of their holiday!
While he was trying to save money, the girls were plotting to give Paul a 20 x 5 surprise. So the pillory is taken out of the dungeon and set up by the pool. When he arrives, the Confessors undress him and lock him in the pillory. Franck is invited to take an active part in his friend's sodomy. If he wasn't very motivated, when two gluttonous furies go down on a man after putting a cock ring on him and making promises of "thanks", he has no trouble getting an erection in front of a man's bottom.
Not yet aware that he had been condemned to the ordeal of the Pal, poor Paul only understood the girls' intentions when, held by the tail, Franck was led behind him. His little arse was well lubricated despite his refutations. Having a
eady experienced the strap-on dildo, he was about to get a taste of a nice 20 x 5 cock.
To help him accept the "Pal" more easily, Lucie went under Paul to suck him a little while Martine guided Franck's cock into the delicate orifice in panic. With the help of big kisses and targeted caresses, Franck's penis maintained its perforating "motivation".
Paul couldn't really get out of the way as the girls were so motivated and motivating^^^. Once he'd got his trousers on and had a bit of a "sweep", he began to enjoy it. It was only then that Lucie abandoned the fellatio of the "condemned" to witness the spectacle of one man being sodomised by another. This aroused her even more than talking about it and seeing it on the net. She had no choice but to caress herself without any modesty before taking Martine by the hand to accompany her in the pleasure.
Franck loved to see girls go down on themselves and was able to 'masturbate' with something other than his hand. To put it plainly, he no longer needed psychological support to continue fucking his friend. He even found that a man's arse was as pleasurable as a woman's, but kept this remark to himself. So much so that the birds went wild as they witnessed this noisy debauchery that the pool will never forget.
Franck was greatly thanked for his performance, and Paul was put in a chastity cage before being released from the pillory. Naked and caged, he was led in shame to Marc and Malicia to finish paying for the week's holiday. What he didn't know was that Martine had got the keys to his chastity cage. And yes, the girls had been plotting again. They led him to believe that Marc had put them in the cigarette parcel.
After the evening meal at the gîte, they only made a short visit to the dungeon, the result of tiredness from sightseeing and their adventures. This gave everyone a chance to try out a few accessories, but these were just little games.
The next day, they set off again, promising to return.
END
- If Marc really exists
- If the fetish bed and breakfast really exists
- If it is possible to experience this type of adventure at the fetishist gîte
- This story is completely fictional. Its aim is to give you an example of what it's possible to experience at the gîte fétichistes.
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CV:
Le donjon et les installations de la loge fétichiste suscitent des envies sexuelles de BDSM
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Ces deux couples libertins se connaissent depuis des années. Ils ont des relations sexuelles depuis des années et ils sont très proches et confiants l'un envers l'autre. Ce n'est pas la première fois qu'ils partagent des vacances, l'année précédente c'était au Cap d'Agde, mais comme les prix explosaient et que tout devenait de plus en plus cher, ils ont décidé de changer de destination. .
Dès leur arrivée, ils ont été agréablement surpris par l'accueil qui leur a été réservé, malgré l'heure tardive. Ils ont eu droit à une brève présentation des lieux, du donjon et de l'appartement. Sur la table du salon, elles ont trouvé une rose pour chacune des femmes, ainsi que le code wifi et le classeur de conseils utiles, ainsi que le classeur des très bonnes et mauvaises idées.
Ils ont vu que les repas commandés à 9,50 euros étaient dans le réfrigérateur, et qu'une miche de pain était sur la cuisinière. La climatisation est également allumée et les lits sont prêts. Marc leur dit que les formalités administratives et le reste de la visite auront lieu le lendemain lorsqu'ils se seront reposés.
Nos amis libertins prennent une douche salvatrice avant de se jeter dans le repas. Entre l'entrée et le plat réchauffé au micro-ondes, Paul commente en plaisantant ce qu'il a découvert dans le classeur True Good Bad Ideas.
- C'est incroyable à quel point ils sont ouverts d'esprit ici. Dans le classeur, il y a des idées et des scénarios pour presque toutes les fétiches. J'ai beaucoup aimé l'idée de la chasse au soumis. Franck, je propose que demain nous relâchions une de nos femelles sur la propriété, et que le premier qui la trouverait puisse coucher avec elle. Qu'en penses-tu?
Avant même que Franck ait eu le temps de répondre, les filles étaient en ébullition, ce n'étaient pas des femelles, encore moins du gibier ! Même s'ils avaient qu'il plaisantait et ne leur montrait aucun manque de respect, ils l'ont menacé de représailles.
- Chéri, j'ai lu sur le site de B&B qu'ils peuvent garder les clés des cages de chasteté, alors je pense te mettre dans une cage de chasteté et leur confier les clés ! menace Martine, la femme de Paul.
- Je ne l'ai pas emportée avec moi ! répond Paul.
- Mais je l'ai fait ! Martine répond.
Lucie, provocatrice dans l'âme, va encore plus loin et déclare qu'être traitée comme un jeu l'a profondément blessée. Enthousiasmée depuis leur arrivée, elle propose de faire une visite détaillée du donjon puis de mettre Paul sur la croix de Saint André pendant qu'ils s'amuseraient tous les trois dans la salle LOVE.
Ce soir-là, après des heures de route, outre un plongeon naturiste dans la piscine, ils firent un petit tour dans le donjon où ils s'excitaient d'avance.
- J'adore cet endroit et tout le matériel, je sens qu'on va s'éclater, mon amour ! dit Paul à sa femme parfois dominatrice sous la couette.
- Martine, j'ai l'impression que ton chéri est sollicité. Devons-nous le faire dormir dans le lit cage ? demande Lucie. Comme ça, nous n'aurons pas besoin d'aller chasser, nous l'aurons déjà.
- Il faudra peut-être attendre demain, mais j'aime l'idée. Il a intérêt à se montrer bon et doux avec celle qui pourrait bien devenir une domina sévère....! Martine répond, amusée.
Après quelques baisers de principe, nos libertins n'ont pas tardé à se coucher dans les deux lits superposés king-size. Réveillé par le chant des oiseaux, Paul est le premier à se lever. Il quitte le gîte discrètement sans trop ouvrir la porte pour que le soleil ne réveille pas tout le monde. La trique toujours au garde-à-vous, il retourne au donjon après avoir « levé la patte » au pied des arbres. Rapidement excité par l'environnement et l'équipement, l'envie ne manque pas de réduire la « pression » intracrânienne. CAD l'envie de jouer avec à quoi ça sert ??? Peux-tu deviner? Eh bien, je vais continuer l'histoire !
Il revient donc « sagement » au gîte pour préparer la tournée générale du café. Pendant que ça brasse, il installe les bols et grignote sur la terrasse. A son retour, les coquins commencent à bouger et prennent leur ticket, tout comme à la sécurité sociale, pour se rendre aux toilettes, qui servent aussi de lieu dédié au dépôt de bilan. (Le labeur...)
Quand Marc les aperçut en route vers le potager, vêtu d'une tenue ultra fétichiste, avec des baskets trouées, des chaussettes usées et un short qui n'allait même pas avec son tee-shirt vintage, il leur fit signe avant de continuer. sa manière. Arrosé par les filles à moitié nues et les hommes nus, il discutait avec eux, les regardant comme s'ils portaient des vêtements de sport. Il s'en fichait de leur nudité.
La discussion a d'abord portée sur les lieux à visiter, les choses pratiques comme le tabac et les cours alimentaires. (On pourrait penser que le classeur avec toutes ces informations posées sur la table du gîte serait inutile, MDR). Après cela, la discussion se tourne vers les installations et les éventuels jeux de plein air. Qu'est-ce qu'ils n'avaient pas fait pour engager Marc sur ce sujet ?
Vingt minutes plus tard, il n'y avait pas que les yeux des filles qui brillaient du feu du désir, un feu poussé par un vent de perversité de force 8. La chasse aux soumis a été évoquée, tout comme la possibilité de placer le banc de fessée à l'extérieur pour autre chose que la punition. Il expliqua qu'il était possible de planter 4 piquets dans la pelouse pour retenir une fille ou un homme avec les bras et les jambes écartés et les fesses en l'air, d'utiliser le hamac de la piscine comme une écharpe, d' en fabriquer un ou plus d'espaces de jeux coquins, à faire.....
Paul then asked Marc to finish the brief tour of the dungeon, which had been done quickly the day before, to give them time to rest. You might as well ask a passionate fetishist to comment on not his fetish, but HIS fetish. Being ultra open-minded, with each material or example given, Marc indicated that it could be used for both men and women. Still naked, Paul couldn't hide the fact that the explanations didn't leave him indifferent.
So as not to disturb anyone, and as it was very windy, Marc advised them to visit the famous Monasterio de Piedra (Monastery of Stone), which is well sheltered from the wind. He explained that the park was well worth the diversions, but that it had to be done with good shoes. After these less erotic explanations, Paul's lower abdomen went back to rest.
Before setting off on their 'sightseeing' tour, they ordered the evening meal, this time in the restaurant. Marc invited them to come and choose the organic vegetables he would be preparing for them from his vegetable garden. Surprised, the girls appreciated this, as did the fact that he suggested they take some fruit for the road from the orchard.
During the day, he prepared a quiche with Iberian ham and truffles, followed by duck in sauce with vegetable timbales and a few chips (courgette chips, carrot chips, potato chips).
Around 5pm, the libertine tourists returned with smiley smiles on their lips. They'd obviously enjoyed their visit. Shower and pool + watery naughtiness was their programme for the evening until the meal served at 9pm.
During the 13-euro meal in the restaurant, which included an aperitif and appetisers, our libertines shared their impressions before taking the usual questions from customers.
Here's a quick summary so as not to bore you:
- What made you decide to come and live in Spain?
- Macronia, France going to hell, the country's finances, safety and friendliness.
- You must see some funny things?
- Yes, but the main thing is that the customers have fun, we don't care about the rest. The most amusing are the singles who come to do self-bondage or solitary games. At first they're shy, but only at first if you know what I mean.
AND THEN, in the middle of the discussion, this time in the presence of Marc's wife, Martine asks in front of everyone if it's true that they agree to keep the keys to the gentlemen's chastity cages? Suffice it to say that Paul noshed on his plate of cheese, which was also included on the menu! (The last point isn't important, but it was important to me...)
When Marc and his wife said yes, Martine gave them a set of keys. Suffice to say that during the meal, Lucie and Franck had fun at the expense of the future chaste holidaymaker.
Readers should be aware that in this naughty world, between them, the girls can be real bitches, and can even become demonic when it comes to martyring a man. Women really can be worse than men in these matters.
As mentioned earlier in the text, Paul's wife is sometimes domineering under the duvet. Oh nothing BDSM, let's just say that she likes to manage things and that her darling does what she wants as she wants. In their relationship, the chastity cage isn't really a domination accessory and Paul never wears it for very long. Martine imposes it on him when she's having her period and, above all, when she wants him to spend a lot of time with her, grazing her pussy for hours on end, for example. She has threatened to put it on him when they go to a sex club, but has never actually done it.
Urged on by Lucie, who wants to play with it and have fun with it, and then by Franck, who is delighted to imagine spending evenings with two women all to himself, the threat of chastity persists. So much so that after dinner, when they go to the dungeon to explore the accessories and shackles in more detail, the so-called chastity cage finds its way onto Paul's sex. A few minutes later, he found himself shackled naked and caged on the cross of Saint Andrew. The girls light him up and have a great time. They go so far as to kneel down and lick his balls, caress him, nibble his nipples or devour him with kisses, all the while playing with his penis trapped in the cage tube. Poor Paul, whose penis is suffering from the housing crisis, can't even stroke the furies that have become gluttonous, or rather, birds of prey.
For his part, Franck has brought a magic wand massager closer to the four-poster bed, followed by a dildo. Lying on the bed, he commented on Paul's psychological 'sufferings' while stroking his fully erect penis. Judging that it was time to move on to cuddling, they join Franck to cuddle and take care of the only free and available penis. The caged man, shackled to the cross, can only watch their lovemaking.
Driven by a certain perversity, after an hour of cuddling in all directions, Lucie suggests putting Paul under the pierced chair so that he can see afterwards that they've "had a good time". Franck was given the task of restraining him under the commode, which was presented as a toilet, while the girls had an anthology 69 on the bed in the LOVE bedroom.
A tongue is good, a beautiful penis in great shape is better, agreed the two girls, unable to satisfy themselves. Franck had to make a superhuman effort that evening not to cum too quickly, which would have meant a short break before getting back into 'useful' shape for the man-eaters. Under his pierced chair and with the toilet flap closed, Paul could only hear and endure. He doesn't mind this little game, he likes to be pushed around a bit from time to time. So his cuckold fantasies are fully satisfied.
Wishing to vary the pleasures a little, having never tried the pierced chair or the "toilet Salve", Lucie takes the initiative of leaving the bed ravaged by their lovemaking to sit down and entrust the grooming of her kitten to Paul's tongue. With the scent of love, Paul soon realised that the game was hot, before his tongue confirmed it. Lucie, as vicious as ever, also gives him her anus to lick, digging her claws into the nipples just beneath her fingers. For their part, Franck and his wife continue the fantastic ride to its conclusion. At their screams, Paul imagines that he will soon be released, which is a mistake.
In fact, a few moments later, and surely in the spirit of sharing, Martine stands up, spooning her hand under her kitten so as not to lose any of the good man juice she intends to share with her husband. Understanding her friend's plan, Lucie gives up her place on the commode and Paul sees his wife's rear end arrive. As he balked, Lucie put her foot on the chastity cage and began to crush his precious ones to motivate him to lap up the precious liquid she regularly drank.
"Don't complain, he could have sodomised me and, normally, you like to make me swallow your man juice, so you can enjoy it too," Martine shouts at him, in the full throes of her budding domination. Restrained and manhandled, Paul has no choice but to comply. So he licks his wife's drooling sex with a slight lack of motivation compensated by a perverse foot.
As they leave the dungeon, the pool lights act like a magnet. Our libertines are sated (except for one) and tempted to go skinny dipping. Paul is sent to the gîte to collect the towels. While he's away, the girls plot and come up with the idea of putting Paul in the pillory and having his friend Franck blow him up.
Before going to bed, Paul asks his wife to remove the chastity cage. But unfortunately for him, Marc and his wife have the keys. Waking them up for this is not a good idea at all!
The next day, before setting off to visit Zaragoza, which is still as kinky as ever, Lucie asks Marc to prepare an Espace game for them. Her idea was for one of them to fall prey to a predator. She gets excited just thinking about it. Martine gave in to her darling's pleas and removed the chastity cage, but secretly entrusted the keys back to Marc.
On the way back from a day in Zaragoza, our libertines take a few erotic Urbex-style photos in a disused hotel. When they arrive at the gîte, it's decided to draw lots to see which of the girls will fall prey to the Espace game. Marc is called in to help, and comes to fit Lucie with some restraints. He advised her to wear socks so as not to hurt her pretty ankles before chaining them so that she couldn't run. Using another chain and a padlock, he linked the handcuffs to her ankles before handing her an envelope with the clues.
Naked and thus chained, the prisoner, now game, leaves the dungeon 15 minutes early. Paul and Franck enjoy a good beer with Martine as the alarm supervisor on the mobile.
For her part, Lucie is relishing the fact that she is naked in the wilderness, tied up in shackles, and that she is the game. It amuses her as much as it excites her. At the same time, she'd like to win and find the keys so that she can decide how the evening's lovemaking will go. On Marc's advice, the hunters leave with a towel over their shoulder to protect their prey from being eaten on the spot. After all, a minimum of hygiene and comfort can't hurt when you're being "raped" by sex-hungry hunters.
Lucie has created a large part of the game space when the hunters set off to hunt the "female". Martine follows them at a distance, walking normally, unlike the men who are determined to win the game. One of them is on the upper part of the field, the other on the lower part like a rabbit. Walking between the trees in the orchard, Paul had less visibility than Franck, who was more on the "plain". Having seen them coming, Lucie hid between the vines between the lower and upper parts of the field. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for her, Franck spotted her.
Our two hunters converge on the game, trying to flee in small steps towards what she thinks is the place where the keys to her fetters are. Caught by Paul's arm, she can do nothing to escape and watches as Franck installs the towels. Forced under threat to be handed over to Marc for a whipping session, she has no choice but to perform oral sex on the hunters before being pinned to the floor. Paul pulls his wife's legs up so that she can't escape his friend's hard-on.
Excited by the game, the wild man's penetration of a mini "swamp" is just a formality. Lucie is having the time of her life being the victim, being fucked like that in the open air. It's thanks to her cries of pleasure that Martine easily finds them. Secretly she likes to imagine being in her place. So much so that she sits on her prey's face to have her pussy eaten, her legs trembling. If she can't get fucked, at least she can get grazed.
- Fuck this bitch, my love, all her orifices have to be used! Martine orders her husband once Franck has finished his business.
Between Martine's legs you can hear the word "slut" being shouted, but the rest is quickly muffled by a well soaked pussy. So Paul wets the little orifice with saliva and taps it without moderation once it's been "perforated". As he hasn't had an orgasm for 48 hours, it's fair to say he's motivated. No matter how hard 'poor' Lucie tried to evade her captors and Paul's Priape, taking the pastille, bastille pardon, went off without a hitch. And for good reason, Lucie likes to be caught out this way. After a while, the birds are surprised that a victim can utter such cries of pleasure. They're sure to have something to talk about when they get back to the nest.
After collecting the keys, our libertines quietly return to their nest. The first trees in the orchard are treated to a kind of human bio-fertiliser on the way back. A shower and a dip in the pool are just as beneficial.
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As you know, two girls always agree to say bad things about a third, but that doesn't mean they spare each other. Lucie has therefore decided to take 'revenge' on Martine for calling her a slut before having her fucked in turn. For the reader's information, these very real acts of revenge are nonetheless very friendly in these games.
On Fessestivites, Lucie saw a bondage performed by Marc for a couple. The man, tied up like a dog, is suspended under the winch in the dungeon. In the video, Marc shows that once suspended, the person can be used by both ends of his digestive tract by rotating it. The next day, she managed to get hold of him to ask him if he could, under the pretext of a shibari class, perform this bondage on her friend. Asking him to help out with the class and to share one of his passions was no small thing.
It was 5pm when they returned from a walk in the Bardenas Reales desert. She had told her friends about her request for a shibari lesson, specifying that Martine would be her volunteer model. Although Martine sensed that there was trouble brewing, she wasn't worried - there was never any real malice between them.
At around 5.30pm, Marc joined them to show them how to do a quick bondage "in doggy mode". He got them to help him by asking them to do the same to Martine naked and on all fours in the dungeon. It's true that four of you on all fours is quicker than when there's only one shibarist. He then added a few ropes and asked Lucie to take "the bitch" down to the winch, which he lowered. That's when Martine realises that she's about to be suspended and that her friend has tricked her.
Marc quickly puts the finishing touches to his shibari and starts to lift Martine up using the winch. He asks her regularly if she's all right, if there's any pain, so that he can adjust a few ropes.
- So I'm going to leave you in peace, but first I need to give you some basic advice. You need to check that the s a n g is circulating well at the ends of her limbs, then if she's not feeling well, just getting her down and onto the ground should solve the problem. My suspension knots aren't really knots, you just have to pull here and here to undo them. Then all you have to do is slide my ropes over her limbs after undoing the central loops. So it can go very quickly. Please don't make it turn on itself more than one turn so as not to wind up the winch cables. Have fun. Marc tells them before leaving.
- Bitch, you planned ahead and plotted with Marc! Martine shouts.
- Me scheming? Never! Besides, I've got a little surprise for you. Look at that beautiful bitch's tail, I'm sure you'd like to have it up your bum! Lucie replies with a perverse smile on her lips.
With undisguised pleasure, she wets the rosebud of the dungeon bitch's cock before pressing it against the delicate little orifice used to bigger things. Thus equipped, Martine looks like a dog being groomed, as Paul is quick to point out with amusement, and the state of his penis makes no secret of his intentions.
Our two companions adjust the height of the "bitch" to take advantage of both sides of her anatomy. Franck had his dick sucked while Paul, positioned behind her, penetrated her with undisguised pleasure. With a gentle rocking motion, Lucie had fun having her alternately taken and sucked before installing the Maîtresse chair under her friend. Sitting down, she can grab her nipples to keep the rocking going.
After the minimum amount of grumbling, Martine discovered that being caught suspended like this was exhilarating in both senses of the word. By spinning her around, Lucie allows the two men to alternate "orifices". The game amuses her for a while, but she has every intention of "finishing off" her friend. So she leaves her position as a perverted voyeur to go and find a magic wand to put on the clitoris, also known as the button of feminine pleasures. And it's precisely maximum pleasure that she wants to give her friend. There are worse ways of taking revenge!
After a number of orgasms, Martine begs for mercy. Quickly lowered and freed, she lies down on the Mistress's armchair to recover from all those pleasurable sensations and orgasms. Not yet having had any pleasure other than cerebral, Lucie lay down on the bed in the LOVE room to claim her due, something the two men were "devoted" to giving her. Truly exhausted, Martine falls asleep during the festivities. (No, there's no connection with the super site Fessestivites)
The week's holiday for our libertines goes by at breathtaking speed. Between sightseeing during the day, the pool and sexual jousting in the evening, the hours seem to have become minutes. So much so that to make the most of it, they only order the evening meals at 9.50 euros so as not to waste time shopping and cooking.
On Friday, Marc reminded Paul, a smoker, of the principle of Eco-tourism, telling him that at 5.30 a packet of cigarettes, it would be worthwhile taking a few cartons. Paul was worried about being inspected and fined by French customs officers, but the principle of Eco-tourism appealed to him greatly. They went to the village tobacconist's where Paul bought 6 cartons that the customs officers would not see. On their return, with Malicia's help, they made a shipping box like the ones in the ABCplaisir shop, Paul created a Mondial Relais account and paid for the shipment of his cartons of cigarettes. His parcel wasn't sent until Monday, which gave them plenty of time to get back to France and pick up 2 more cartons before the border. In total, Paul saved nearly 300 euros, which paid for a large part of their holiday!
While he was trying to save money, the girls were plotting to give Paul a 20 x 5 surprise. So the pillory is taken out of the dungeon and set up by the pool. When he arrives, the Confessors undress him and lock him in the pillory. Franck is invited to take an active part in his friend's sodomy. If he wasn't very motivated, when two gluttonous furies go down on a man after putting a cock ring on him and making promises of "thanks", he has no trouble getting an erection in front of a man's bottom.
Not yet aware that he had been condemned to the ordeal of the Pal, poor Paul only understood the girls' intentions when, held by the tail, Franck was led behind him. His little arse was well lubricated despite his refutations. Having a
eady experienced the strap-on dildo, he was about to get a taste of a nice 20 x 5 cock. To help him accept the "Pal" more easily, Lucie went under Paul to suck him a little while Martine guided Franck's cock into the delicate orifice in panic. With the help of big kisses and targeted caresses, Franck's penis maintained its perforating "motivation".
Paul couldn't really get out of the way as the girls were so motivated and motivating^^^. Once he'd got his trousers on and had a bit of a "sweep", he began to enjoy it. It was only then that Lucie abandoned the fellatio of the "condemned" to witness the spectacle of one man being sodomised by another. This aroused her even more than talking about it and seeing it on the net. She had no choice but to caress herself without any modesty before taking Martine by the hand to accompany her in the pleasure.
Franck loved to see girls go down on themselves and was able to 'masturbate' with something other than his hand. To put it plainly, he no longer needed psychological support to continue fucking his friend. He even found that a man's arse was as pleasurable as a woman's, but kept this remark to himself. So much so that the birds went wild as they witnessed this noisy debauchery that the pool will never forget.
Franck was greatly thanked for his performance, and Paul was put in a chastity cage before being released from the pillory. Naked and caged, he was led in shame to Marc and Malicia to finish paying for the week's holiday. What he didn't know was that Martine had got the keys to his chastity cage. And yes, the girls had been plotting again. They led him to believe that Marc had put them in the cigarette parcel.
After the evening meal at the gîte, they only made a short visit to the dungeon, the result of tiredness from sightseeing and their adventures. This gave everyone a chance to try out a few accessories, but these were just little games.
The next day, they set off again, promising to return.
END
- If Marc really exists
- If the fetish bed and breakfast really exists
- If it is possible to experience this type of adventure at the fetishist gîte
- This story is completely fictional. Its aim is to give you an example of what it's possible to experience at the gîte fétichistes.
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