The afternoon is gray and cold, and I hurry to arrive, it is already 4 p.m. Arriving near the address of Sixtine's friend, I come across an elderly man, rather tall and well built, who is already waiting. I wonder amusedly if I will see him naked on all fours in a few minutes, testicles dangling, head down. No time to think about it further, Sistine opens the door for both of us. No glances with the man, he remains unmoved, I let him go first. The warmth of the room, the dim light and the wait to see what will happen make me quickly forget the cold outside.
In an authoritative voice, Sistine orders me to wait in the hall while the man undresses in the bathroom. Several minutes pass during which I listen with amusement to the orders given to another submissive already present, whose arched posterior I can discern in the half-open door. The man comes out of the bathroom, I go in and undress.
It's like an airlock where one takes off one's clothes as an everyday man, a "respectable" man, to disguise oneself as something else, to be soiled, degraded, or to reveal oneself in one's true nature, or so just enjoy, play and enjoy. It depends. For my part, I prefer to take things simply and agree to rediscover a more animal nature, without feeling any embarrassment or shame. After all, society also requires a game of posture and attitudes, you just have to agree to play: neither good nor bad in that.
Finally undressed, I go out and join the others. I kneel in a corner and observe. On all fours on the bed, woman's corset, blond swept wig, head in the pillow: I recognize the arched ass seen a few minutes earlier. The Sissy waits for our Host to insert a large black dildo into her, while Sixtine orders the other man to wait behind our Host while sucking his heel. The festivities begin, and I, an attentive little puppy, observe wisely.
Both dressed in black vinyl pieces, the two Dommes run things in a firm and sexy manner. Our Host pulled out all the stops and literally smashed poor Sissy's ass. I was attentive to the looks of the man behind, because I had to bark every time he looked at our host's posterior. And, every time I barked, Sistine took great pleasure in making her ass turn red with shame, pleasure, pain. Besides, this man wasn't really one anymore since he passed through the airlock: he had a very specific mission. After taking care of the Sissy, our host asked her to lick the dildo used and clean it of all its traces, liquid or solid. Which he rushed to do with passion. He reiterated directly on the Sissy's hole. He was no longer a man, but had earned his title and his new appellation: ass licker.
While he was busy, the Fucker finally approached me, to make me participate in the game: after putting a choke collar on me for a dog (the animal, not the submissive), I had to take a dildo and shove it into the Sissy's mouth, while he was fucked, no longer on all fours but directly lying down and completely at the mercy of the dildo that was impaling him.
This scene was repeated two or three times, with a few variations: real working clamps on the Ass Licker's nipples after an inconclusive test on mine, licking of the dildo, penetration.
Sixtine and our friend have this grace full of firmness which allows them to have fun while being kind, respectful and sincere. I was thus able to be a privileged observer without participating in the game myself, at my prior request. Kneeling on my dog mat, my ankles aching, I thought back to the few seconds I encountered the Licker before Sistine arrived to open the door. I saw there what they, our host, Sistine, and all the dominas of the world, see: more or less well-defined forms, servile and frightened, balls dangling and exposed under a half fleshy smile, their faces in shadow.
This is where I come in. Our host wants to test a dildo on me. I lean on the Sissy reified like a sofa. She treats me kindly, she knows that I am not used to this practice. Then finally comes my modest participation in this bisexual orgy. The Sissy is lying on her back, head down. Our host gets on all fours and shows off his butt right in front of me to excite me. I have the right to touch it, only if I manage to ejaculate correctly. Otherwise I'll get a good slap in the face, I've been warned. To help me, Sistine takes me by the balls from behind and squeezes so hard that I can't come. I ask him to loosen slightly, even though I love being held like that, like a dog. But I don't want to disappoint my mistresses, nor take a slap in the face. I ended up cumming, spraying Sissy's face with semen that had been held for over a week. Sistine loosens her grip on my balls, her friend bursts into a light burst of satisfied laughter, Sissy no longer flinches, lying down with her warm and sticky mask, and I remain standing slightly wavering, my mind still foggy through the enjoyment of the game.
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