I knock on the bedroom window suspended above a small garden.
Nice, 12h00.
Slight apprehension after our Christmas upset.
She opens it discreetly and I slip inside.
I understand from her green and frank look that Sixtine is happy to see me. A slight smile appears at the corner of his lip.
I offer him his present.
-Come in, get dressed.
At the back, in the darkness, the bed of the room, his slave's back is turned.
A magnificent back as drawn by an artist. It’s Calypso kneeling on the mattress, wise and submissive. Not a word, not a gesture.
I undress in the bathroom.
I present myself, naked, submissive, relieved, once again an accomplice, awaiting my punishment.
She is splendid, in her beautiful latex outfit, tight to her skin. It suits her perfectly, sitting on her high thigh-high boots. I touch the elastic fabric, admire the shape of my mistress.
– On your knees now.
Sixtine blindfolds me.
-Get on all fours!
I follow her gropingly. She makes sure I don't bump into her.
-Get to the back of the shower and sit down. I will punish you for your insolence.
What will she do to me? Whipping me? Leave me there for an hour? Urinate on my face and body?
The icy jet takes my breath away. The cold shower lasts for several minutes, I like this humiliation. I get used to. I breathe better.
-Wipe yourself off and come and stand at my feet.
There are all three of us. Sixtine sits, ruling over motionless C, a device spreads her jaws, she cannot say a word. She can only drool.
I am at his feet like a dog.
-Lick my boots and apply yourself.
I run my lips over the thigh-high boots, inhale the scent of leather, lick the tip of the foot, push the heel deep into my throat, go back up to his calf, then dare to approach the edge of the boot, touch his skin, kiss the top of his thigh. I would like her to spread her thighs and lick the inside then her sex.
She remains in her position, not at all excited by my attempts.
C is jealous. It’s me who’s at Sixtine’s feet, not her. She watches the session sideways, drools and cries.
-Show me your ass, on all fours, lift your butt up and put your face on the ground.
A few long minutes pass. C and I not saying a word.
I hear the muffled sound of leather objects.
Suddenly, Sixtine's firm hand spanks me dryly. The noise delights me.
She finally whips me, I feel my skin reddening. She hits with a lot of experience, knows perfectly whether it hurts or feels good. I arch my back to better endure his outrages. She knows that I love the thousandths of a second before the blow, the feeling of the leather falling on my offered skin. I am even more excited as beautiful C must look with envy at my ass which jumps with each stroke of the whip.
-Thanks Madam.
I now feel the Mistress's fingers working on my already erect penis. She spreads my buttocks, examines my perineum and my anus, checks its anatomy, begins to press the pulp of her gloved and oiled index finger. I feel the slightest of his intimate touches. The finger is inserted, checks the flexibility of the conduit, turns and examines it like a urologist.
She withdraws and I now feel a larger object, probably a dildo, of small size. Is it a strap-on? Not sure. However, I feel the comings and goings of his pelvis. She fucks me expertly, like a great expert. I relax, try to open my hole so that it expands and receives his plastic cock deep inside. I could cum if she asked me to. I remain submissive and under his orders. C must see the whole scene. She would love to be in my place but I am the prince, the one Sistine takes care of. The one who will enjoy his hand.
I am now lying on my back, installed on the bed.
-Spread your legs, open your thighs.
Sixtine is by my side, C smiles with contentment, with jealousy, doesn't miss a beat.
The Mistress takes care of my erect penis towards her. She dissects the lips of my meatus, checks if everything is in order. It approaches the object of all dangers. Two steel rods that can move apart, attached to a steel circle that surrounds my glans which blushes with pleasure. She operates, she applies herself, lying on her stomach so that her eyes are very close to my penis. She gently pushes the urethral rod. I have complete confidence. She comes and goes, jerking me off from the inside, supreme pleasure. Then she masturbates my cock expertly. I am caressed from the inside and the outside.
The scene excites me. Sixtine's large eyes remain green, mixing authority and complicity. C looks at my stiff cock. I'm about to ejaculate, a few seconds of holding back before my sperm spurts out around the probe. My enjoyment is strong, very strong.
That's it, it's already over.
I'm satisfied. I would like to kiss her, fuck her. I can't.
Thanks Madam.
A few moments later, I am outside, in Nice, on a Sunday afternoon like any other.
Not quite.
The alleged suitor