Sainte Agnès

~ Saint Agnes ~

Hagiography ou autobiography ?

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The first times : living furniture

- the floor lamp-

Here she comes . Our first game. I do welcome Helene, hidden behing big smoked glasses.

- Hello... I can see you bring your little equipment.

- Yes Miss, I do... Yes Agnes.

- No. Don't call me Agnes. Call me Madam. It's better. You have to do it when we are playing.

- Yes Madam. I'll do it Madam

- You are going to follow Georgette. She is going to dress you properly .

I have made Helene dressed with a lurex bodysuit matching the materials of my living room. The bodysuit is opened where it is necessary. A corset and sandals complete the costume. The living furniture costume.

I have choosen the first scenari. I think that it will please to Helene. It seems that she likes to be just an object. An object it can be used and handled.

- For the first time, we were very simple. You are in my service and you are going to read to me. In fact you are going to light my reading...

- I don't understand...

- You'll do. Georgette is going to help you...

While Georgette is finishing screwing the bottom part that clasps Helene's leg and thighs, I push a dildo gag into her mouth.

- Open your mouth, Helene. Fine, it's well.

- Oumpf...

She is on her tiptoes but little by little, she go down on the rubber plug and dildo, carefully lubricated.

When the top is in place, Helene is fully immobilized, taken everywhere. Her waist is delightfully reduced and her nipples are stretched by the quadruple rubber jacks. A last setting for her nipples...

- Aren't they too tight ?

- It pinches...

- Well it's good !

- My beautifull lamp... You like that, Georgette. Do you?

- Yes Mistress.

Oh yes, she does like that. A splendid erection is lifting her skirt.

-When I press the right nipple, you have to pull the string to raise the light. Conversely, when I press the left one you reduce the light. Do you understand ?

- Hompf, hompf

The game lasted one hour.

And I often switch on and switch off the light.

Woman is fickle... Is not she ?

Gradually Helene's breathing has quickened. Gradually she has climbed the steps of pleasure. Her woman's scent is become more present. Each time I touch the "switches", with my nail, she whins, she waves her pelvis, screws her womb on the dildos as much the metal equipment permits these movements.

At last (at last or already, but I am thinking that's enough), I stop the "torture". Helene is soaked in sweat: the lurex, the heat of the lamp, also the pleasure. Personnaly... If I'm not hot "outside", my "inside" is a brazier.

- Are you fine ?

- Hon hon... It's terrible. I'm on fire, it's horrible, I'm really a...

- Shhhht ! You are on fire as a nice cat on heat.

- Ooooh... Madam !

- And the cat on heat must be covered by a big tomcat.

- Ooooh....

- And they have to be collared. It's your's now. It belongs to you and it chains you to me.

- Have no fear, nice sweetie, Georgette has a condom...

With her wrists tied by a thin cord, leant forward on a small table, her legs spread and her bottom up, in front of Georgette, Helene is shaking with waiting. I know she is also ashamed but the pleasure of being just a sexual thing sweeps shame away.

She cry out when Georgette goes deep into her. Not in pain. The hour she has been plugged, has dilated her holes: she could take something bigger than Georgette's member.

Georgette is busy on Helene. His movements are sometimes sweeping and slow, sometimes sharp and fast. He's a good lover.

Helene closes her eyes, lets herself go.

- Slowly. Slowly.

Gradually, her moanings intensify and when they become cries of pleasure, I can't wait and I kiss her passionately.

to be continued...

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