I posted my first video there almost 5 years ago and now have 85 videos there, totalling 1M views.
My personal favourites over the years have been the video's where I could do a story, like "The Librarian" but I consider "My Sister's Swimsuit" my best work as I like the way how it turned out on a technical level, and it's also semi-autobiographic. That swimsuit is one of my favourites as well (quite a feat considering I have 100+ by now).
How should I celebrate? There are some new leotards and swimsuits on the way from AliExpress so maybe I should put together a few outfits and start a poll to decide what I should wear in my next bondage session? This calls for a session a bit more special than a quick hogtie on the bed, so I'm open for suggestions to get my imagination going 😁
If you are wondering how much money 85 videos and 5 years of effort makes you on PH: I got my last payout this week and I can tell you now I made exactly $500 in 5 years. That's more than 0 but definitely not enough to fund this crossdressing bondage fetish. At least I learnt to be creative with the resources I have.
For a woman, the fear of a sexual slip-up or even more, puts the brakes on encounters and adventures. So I've turned to self-bondage, which allows me to experience moments of BDSM. No one knows that I practise self-bondage or self-servitude because, like many people, I'd be too ashamed for anyone to know and I'd look like a madwoman.
As I live in a flat in the centre of Paris, I don't have a garden and it's too risky to hide keys somewhere and go looking for them at night. Despite everything, I have a bit of an adventurous side. For over a year, I've been closely following the development of the Gîte des Fetichistes, and the stories published about people who go there on holiday and practise safe self-bondage make me dream. So I ended up contacting them.
Just imagine my fears:
A woman going abroad on her own to do some self-surveying, with strangers who would act as her confidants! In other words, people who could just as easily take advantage of the situation instead of rescuing me! ! !
You read so many stories in the press about missing women that it doesn't help you to dare. After X number of exchanges, we had built up a relationship of trust with the boss of the fetishists' gîte. So I ended up revealing myself a little. Marc was the only person I spoke to about it once, when I spoke to him on the phone. To reassure me, he even put me through to his wife, who confirmed that they weren't libertines, that I wasn't at risk of being sexually assaulted and that they knew how to be discreet.
To finish reassuring me, he reminded me that I would have an address, that I would have paid for the rental by bank transfer and that I had their telephone number. Added to this were the emails we exchanged, allowing me to make a traceability record of my kitchen table, should I disappear. Following his promises to do nothing but keep me safe, I ended up booking for a week. As I was stopping off at my sister's in Bordeaux, I went by car. Kamikaze girl.
When I arrived, I wasn't at ease at all, I even nearly turned back. But my fears didn't last. In fact, the smile and the warm welcome allowed my heart to start beating normally again. After helping me drop off my things at the gîte, Marc offered to show me around. Be careful if you go there, this guy is a fantasy stirrer full of bad ideas. Whether it's in their dungeon, in their park, in the orchard or even on the private fitness trail, if he's aware of your fantasies, he'll feed them so much during this visit that things will happen in your knickers!
- Security is very simple. You need to let us know that you're going to be doing some self-bondage and give us a time frame such as "if you don't see me tonight", come and rescue me. Even so, if we don't see you all day, we'll make a stop at the dungeon and your gîte. Rest assured, we are respectful and will knock on the door before entering. If we don't get an answer, and we have the spare keys, we'll go in. If we have to rescue you, you'll owe us a coffee or a coke - that's the going rate. After that, if you need any equipment, all you have to do is help yourself at the dungeon or ask without blushing or being afraid of being judged, the reason we have all this equipment is because we use it too.
When the visit was over, I didn't know where to start. And when I don't know, or when I'm not feeling well, I tidy up or clean up. Never before my visit to the B&B had my belongings been so tidy when I travelled or stayed in a hotel. So I ended up going to the dungeon. The gag is that my fantasies were against all logic and the opposite of my fears!
Lying on the bed in the Love room, I spread my arms and legs to tie them in an X shape except for my right hand, which was simply holding one of the bondage bracelets. And then I imagined that I was trapped and that they were taking advantage of me. Illogical! The same goes for the St Andrew's cross and the spanking bench. It was only on the sling that I took off my knickers before ... I did two rounds, the second time I was completely naked with clamps on my breasts.
The dungeon strings for self-bondage
Marc had shown them to me, saying that if I handcuffed myself, I could attach the handcuff keys to different strings. Some of them are several metres long, so it can take a while to free myself. So I was sitting alone in the dungeon bar drinking a Coke, when I was joined by my friend 'Madame Fantasme', who is sometimes a very bad counsellor. I ended up setting up the equipment I needed to do a self-bondage.
Oh nothing complicated. Just lying cross-legged on the bed with their Magic Wand Massager in my knickers. The long string was attached to the chain with the handcuffs that don't open without a key, so at the other end were the keys. So when I'd had enough, all I had to do was pull the string to get the keys and free myself. So everything was ready for my wild bachelor night.
Just as I'd gone back to my gîte to get ready for dinner, Marc came knocking on my door so that we could do the paperwork and offer me a welcome drink. That's where I met Malicia, a lovely, super-friendly woman. Once the paperwork was done, the aperitif lasted and the first mishap occurred. Marc, who is a pianist and singer, decided to get me to sing (singing for real LOL). He was very nice to me and never grumbled, even though he took the risk of triggering a hurricane and torrential flooding.
It wasn't until around 9pm that I was "released" by this monster of kindness. After a snack, I went to the dungeon for my self-bondage scenario in the Love room. Everything went well, I just got a few marks on my wrists when I piled on the orgasms before their Magic Wand Massager went haywire and was no longer in the right place. Pulling the long string to retrieve the keys was my first trap of the holiday. In fact, it slipped out of my fingers when, as I moved, the Magic came back to my clit. This started to irritate her (literally) and freeing myself became an emergency.
Exhausted but delighted, I returned to my gîte without panties under my summer dress, before throwing myself into the king-size bed. Suffice to say, I had plenty of room to sleep.
The trap of self-bondage on the fitness trail
The next day, as I was having my coffee on the covered terrace, Marc spotted me coming back from his vegetable garden. He came over to say hello and ask if I needed anything. A conversation ensued and I learnt that if I wanted to play outside, the weather forecast was for rain the next day. Curious as a horny speculum, I asked him if he had any kinky ideas (which he didn't, as he had lots of very twisted ones).
He suggested an Espace Game, translation, to go and hide the keys before giving me a sort of treasure hunt, free for me to do it with or without a sextoy or naked and then to choose the constraints. And all this was explained to me as casually as if he were talking to me about making music. I didn't dare, so I asked him if he had anything softer. That's when he advised me to do a self-bondage on the fitness trail. "You can do it sitting on one of the apparatus or standing. Standing is better if there are insects," he added. If you're naked or shirtless, you might enjoy the breeze caressing your chest. In that case, take the long string to tie the handcuff keys or make yourself an Ice-Timer.
And like a gourd, I replied: "Yes, I can see which one" before starting to blush. Seeing my discomfited expression, he laughed and explained to me that the reason they had created the fetish bed and breakfast was so that people could come and have fun, and that I shouldn't be ashamed of taking pleasure. He left, wishing me a pleasant day and "good game" with a knowing wink.
After a dip in the pool, where I was completely naked and stroking myself a bit, I did the plank with the help of the chips, so I decided to do a little self-bondage scenario in the fresh air. Nobody saw me leave the dungeon like a thief, with everything I needed for my plan. To make things easier, I'd brought my rucksack in which I'd taken my little battery-operated magic. It was at the Jesus cross, which is also used for stretching, that I decided to stand up.
As I hadn't had time to make myself an Ice-Timer, I used the same long string as the day before. So I strapped my legs against the vertical beam, placed my little magic in my 'lolotte', put on the dog-tail rosebud, put clamps on my poor nipples, put on the open gag I'd found in the dungeon before throwing the keys away from me, then handcuffing myself behind my back. The infamous and detestable string that was supposed to allow me to retrieve the key was obviously connected to my handcuffs.
The open gag is very effective, you can breathe but it's impossible to cheat and remove it. This is an important detail, as you will see. It was around ten o'clock when I threw away the string with the key to the handcuffs. While I did enjoy the breeze on my bare breasts, one of the clamps on my nipples moved due to perspiration and started to hurt. With the help of excitement and magic, I was able to have an orgasm, which was good, but not the rest!
I won't deny that after you've come, some things are less pleasant. So I decided to pull on the string to get the key and free myself from the breast clamps. That's when it turned into a trap. The grass blocked it and when I pulled, my knot was no good and the famous string containing lots of keys came loose, depriving me of my way out. I was trapped!
I started by hating the breast clamp that had slipped off. Next came the gag, which I couldn't spit out and was starting to hurt my jaw. The batteries in my Magic gave up the ghost, but I didn't care about that, I wasn't in the mood to play or enjoy myself. The bloody handcuffs were solid and withstood my desperate pulls. The sun was starting to beat down hard, too hard for sensitive skin. And to top it all off, I was starting to feel the need to piss.
Crying out for help? Apart from going AAAAAA there was nothing else I could do, knowing that as there was no one around for miles and Marc or Malicia were at home, I was doomed to be tied up for hours and burn to a crisp. I pissed my pants in rage.
Towards very late (the Spanish eat late) I spotted Marc coming to pick tomatoes from his garden. My AAA or my desperate movements caught his attention. So as not to embarrass me, he moved a little closer. I struggled like a madwoman until the rebel breast clamp fell off. My A wasn't a cry for help, it was a cry of pain. My saviour 'finally' suspected that I had a problem. He came closer and asked me if I needed help. My head began to look at the sky and the ground at breakneck speed. Forgetting to be discreet (thank you), he arrived at full speed. Seeing my discomfited face and the colour of the skin on my shoulders, he understood.
It only took him a few seconds to grab the keys and open the bloody handcuffs, then see the bitch's tail sticking out of my still-wet panties, then open the strap while holding on to me for fear I'd fall out. I was ashamed to death, but needless to say I appreciated his help. So I took off my second booby clip in front of him, and he collected my things and put them in my rucksack before walking the cripple back to her lodgings. After making me drink a glass of water, he advised me to take a shower before going to find Malicia who would come and give me a sunburn cream.
When she entered the gîte, which was still open, she said "Ah yes" when she saw the state of my shoulders and back. Suffice to say that the guest at the gîte was 'well done'. I didn't play at all for the rest of the day, I had to sleep on the sale even though she came back in the evening to give me some cream for the burns. The next day, I found the seat in my car very uncomfortable when I went to visit Zaragoza, a wonderful city.
The rest of the week was quieter, I rested, did a bit of sightseeing and Marc took me on a little 4x4 and bike ride. It wasn't until Friday that I did his Espace game, which still took me 2 hours, but with some great games in the shade at the end of the day.
Wanting to make the most of my stay, I dared to ask Malicia if I could try out their spanking machine. She warned me not to use it at the same time as the Magic wand Massager, as it would be too much fun. It was Marc who came to install it and explain how it worked. Except that I didn't listen to Malicia's advice when I was lying on the bed in the Love bedroom, playing with my clit and the Magic Wand Massager while the spanking machine tanned my bottom. Big mistake, though?
It was a big mistake in terms of the state of my buttocks, which I literally exploded, but it was a big mistake because I was piling on the pleasure. The advantage of this spanking/pleasure plan was that the next day, on the road, I was in no danger of falling asleep, every bump and speed bump almost making me jump on my seat.
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Marc and Malicia really do exist, as does the gîte fétichiste which you can visit here on Youtube
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Posted by: Subdoll - 14 Apr 2024, 07:13 - Forum: General
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I'm tranform and trapped in zentai thick latex sexdroid with mittens attached to me and with condom attached into my anal, mouth and I'm trapped bdsm. "What all the things you want to do with me no limits" as my body is being hypnotised but i am not able to do anything
This is my first attempt to use Bambi Sleep triggers, subliminals, and other suggestions to implant a new fetish in Bambi's mind. I am also curious if anyone has done something similar with fetish play?
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Hello!
Over the years I've gotten into a fair few self-bondage sessions but never really appreciated what a good piece of rope can do for your wrists. I'd tried a few times but it had always seemed so complicated or been too loose compared with padlockable leather cuffs or just metallic handcuffs: That changed when I came across another user on this site!
The illustrious and lovely to speak to Anne! I'd seen a load of their videos (My Sister's Swimsuit being my all time favourite) and we got to talking.
After carrying out a request I had to bring back the sports bra from another video and to incorporate some toeties (Seriously, SUCH a lovely person to talk to!), I asked about how the wrists could be secured like in the video.
I was linked to this site and a tutorial by Anne for wrist coils; I was floored. Could it really be that simple? The answer was yes!
(You can just about see the loop of the padlock in the middle of the cinch)
For my first attempt, I couldn't believe how secure it was. I couldn't wriggle out AT ALL and I took a picture in the mirror to prove it. Years of feeling metal bite into my wrists was over!
Naturally I wasn't happy with just my wrists being secured so I undid them and dressed up a little bit for a more proper session. I'm a 'less is more' sort of crossdresser i.e. I like being able to feel my skin on surfaces so I appreciate the session won't be to everyone's tastes!
I put on a black sports bra and wetlook pants, tied my ankles together, big toes (I consider this to be the ultimate form of submission/humiliation in bondage so I LOVE doing it), redid my wrists, and then padlocked the two together (courtesy of a D ring bound into my ankles)
I did this in a hotel room due to the greater freedom it affords and I was aeady out for the day-
I had initially planned to use a ballgag harness with blindfold attached but I quickly figured that having everything separate would be more comfortable. I ended up settling with a 2 inch ballgag, sleepmask blindfold, and a cotton balaclava/hood to keep the blindfold in place. I also put some foam earplugs in to REALLY drive home the helplessness, as well as a plug up my backside. That was the first time I'd ever put anything up there but honestly it felt pretty good!
I was panicking initially with the darkness being so absolute but I really really wanted to go through with my first proper session and so didn't give into the fear. One quick wrist roping session later and I was completely helpless. I placed the key on the bed somewhere and that was that! I was a completely helpless prisoner of my own making! I switched on my plug to a nicely vibrating hum and just squirmed away, happy as anything! Honestly the worst part is that I eventually had to free myself to go and eat dinner.
If I have to critique anything is that the hogtie itself could've been even tighter, really make me struggle around! I've been considering other outfits too, mainly lycra.
I did want to upload part of my session here but I wasn't sure what sites are good for it these days. I considered Xhamster but there's an ID verification step which is an instant turn off to me. Please do let me know a) if you'd like to see the video at all b) what sites would be the best to upload and link here!
Thanks! As a first post on the site goes, hope you enjoy my first steps into a journey of ropey self-bondage!
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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 aeady 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.
After a long time, by lurking through this site I finally decided to join this great community. So, I would like to say 'hello' and share my own story with all of you.
My journey to a fantastic world of lycra/spandex started from the mid-late 90's when I was studying at school: Once, some day after the classes, when I left our scool canteen after a dinner, I saw a few of my classmate girls which were going to the dance classes. They were all dressed in long-sleeved leotards over a 'classic' shiny leggings. It was the first time I felt a sweet, warm pleasure under my belly... because they looked really super sexy for me, almost like superheroines from the famous comic books! But, because it was my puberty timeline, I didn't get wat's going on with me that day - why I am feeling so happy and excited about it? Why are they dressed THAT way? I had no Internet that time to find any answers about that, so I just looked for another sources to find the correct explanation, but without any success...
After a while, when I studied at the university, it was one of the days when I was at home, sitting and watching TV, I searched for some interesting stuff about science, cars, music and so on. Suddenly, I stopped and focused my attention on one of the channels which shown the Olympic games: It was the second time I seen the girls completely dressed in lycra, but now - they were all in catsuits/unitards, performing skiing and bobsleigh activities. It was really new to me! After searching some information through the internet (yes, by that time I finally got my own PC, because it started to be affordable in our region), I found a lot of stuff about lycra, spandex, leotards, catsuits and more.
After that, I finally decided to get my first pair of black shiny leggings on our local goods market. Just because I wanted to feel them on myself and try to finally understand - why the heck are girls/women like to wear them almost everywhere and anytime?... These leggings were pretty cheap (~ $12). When I got my home and assured that I was alone, I tried them on. What a feel they gave to me!... It was the one of the BEST days in my life! So comfy, cozy and it really felt like a 'second skin', no matter how I moved. It was soooo good that I cannot held it any more, so after that I 'finished' and felt asleep for a couple of hours. When I got up, I took a shower after that, washed, dried and hided them between my usual sport goods.
From that time, I started searching for another garments and bought my first black lycra/cotton leotard in a local dance shop. I tried it over my leggings and that felt more fantastic to me, It was unbelievable pleasure which I got from its combination. From that time I understood why it was so popular in 80's workout style (by the way, I think, 'baby-boom' is one of its consequences)!
Later-on, I also discovered my new fetish: it was tall, knee-high leather boots! But, compared with other guys, I love mostly 'classic', NOT hign-heel, but flat heel style of boots (it's like some sort of riding boots).
And... If you wondering how I found this forum: A few months ago, I was searching for more detailed info about Leohex catsuits and leotards, so Google just guided me right into here.
For this time, I have some spandex collection of Nike, 2XU, Under Armour and Leohex/Amouresy/MJINM staff as well as two pair of riding boots and gloves 😉
Recently, I also discovered a new and very unusual hobby for me - cosplay (more info about the one of this will be a little bit later).
Despite of fetish, I frequently wear lycra when doing excercises at home, running outdoor and biking with friends. It's very comfortable, breathing and has a lot of other useful features that casual clothing will never give to you, especially under heavy loads during the trainings. The most exciting thing is to do common sports with girls which are also dressed in lycra (e.g. biking, running etc.) - that gives you a powerful motivation to work harder, stay fit (as much as you can, of course) and as a sweet bonus - a lot of nice and sexy looks (especially, when you behind her: 'DAT ASS' view)!
I am very happy that I finally found a place with a lot of friendly people who has the same 'secret' interests and hobbies with whom I can share and get some knowledge, who clearly understand it and support each other instead of bullying like on most popular 'TPOWIS-like' sites which are full of masculinity and aggressiveness to any boys/men who just tried spandex and only allowing to talk about women-oriented spandex wearing.
I have just started writing hypnosis files, and I am very interested in using some of the traditional Bambi Sleep triggers. From what I have read, one major objections that people have to some of the Bambi files is that they are not transparent in warning potential subjects about content or long-term effects.
I am hoping to get some feedback and direction from the community about what kinds of things should be included as warnings or disclaimers, both for BDSM and erotic hypnosis in general and with the Bambi Sleep-style triggers specifically.
Currently, I am adding the following (adapted from online information):
Before listening, please consider if Bambi Sleep is the right for you. These files are focused on deliberate behavioral modification and can have long-lasting effects, especially if you are under 25 or very susceptible to suggestion. So please don't take the files lightly.
The following themes/suggestions in these files include: bimbofication, Bambi triggers, IQ reduction, obedience, behavior modification, erosion of boundaries/consent, amnesia play, discipline, addiction, consent violations, boundary erosion, gaslighting.
Listening to these files may cause changes in sexual identity, desire, practices, and relationships.
Are there additional warnings or statements that would be helpful to make sure that people are aware of what is included and potential risks?
eady out for the day-
