Thank you once again to all readers who joined Yaz and I on the step of Mistress Dominique's residence in Chapter 8, waiting to enter to see what was to take place within. I hope you will remain to see what follows in Chapter 9.
For new readers, again, starting at Chapter 1 is the best but for those wishing to catch up sooner, the reprise at the beginning of Chapter 8 may prove useful.
Oh, and by the way, I hope the translations into English aren't too onerous!
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Mistress screaming, back arching, tensing.
Sitting on the end of the bed, the relief.
Now at rest, releasing clamps.
Untwisting, liberating.
Nipples free, white, abused.
Cupping, caressing, unfeeling.
The ultimate test to come.
Not a sound to make, no matter what.
Blood re-entering, increasing ache, accelerating.
Desperate to scream, gritting teeth.
Beyond the pale, head rocking, knees shaking.
The crescendo, open mouth, gaping, gasping.
Starting to ease, a little more, and again.
Counting to ten, twenty, thirty, forty...
Mistress, sliding off the bed, heading out of the room.
"We shall play a game!"
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Blindfolded once again, seated as before, alone.
Not sure what is to happen, anticipating, nervous.
Doors opening, movement of feet.
Sounds like furniture moving, dragging.
A whisper, recognising, Frankie.
Approaching, unshackling, aching all over, being led.
A few paces, backing up against wooden chair.
Being disrobed, conscious of nakedness, seated.
Wrists tied, to rear.
Her breath at my ear, a whisper.
"Pensez à quelqu'un de sexy, restez dur!"
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Refreshed.
Blindfolded, her hand, guiding, re-entering room.
Background music, smooth jazz, dreamy.
Memories of the Absolution, not so long ago.
Being positioned, standing.
Alone, seemingly.
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Listening, things are to happen.
The inner door opening and closing.
Sensing a presence, crack of leather on leather.
Mistress Dominique.
"Release their eyes!"
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My eyes on yours, standing in front of you.
Your chair, fixed to wooden post, thick, round.
Ten paces further, a second one.
Deducing a second seat, facing away.
Frankie not in sight.
Awaiting, knowing the task.
Mistress, to one side, nodding.
Kneeling, taking you in hand.
Lowering head, flaccid, lips embracing
An educated tongue, licking, hardening.
Preparation is everything.
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Billie Holliday.
'You go to my head.'
It would be, of course.
The game begins, clip-clop of stilettos.
Circulating, arriving, departing.
Seeing your rear, over shoulder.
A brief interlude, isolation, concluding.
Mistress Dominique appearing, braids swishing.
Slow gait, curving course, eyes connecting.
Breasts overflowing, soft, enormous, seeping.
Waist cinched, buckles reflecting candlelight.
Stockinged thighs, strong, firm, befitting.
Passing out of sight.
Clip-clop, clip-clop...
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Que voit-elle en lui?
I have no idea, but he is hers.
Perhaps he is kind, good in the sack.
As the English say.
I want to find out, who knows?
Maybe with her.
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Stepping slowly.
Clip-clop, clip-clop...
Confused, the second post, approaching.
Wide shoulders, high, the side of a thigh.
