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Her affinity for both corporal punishment and tender oral caresses she explains through the German and French influence in the small region where she was born. Alsace Lorraine borders the two countries and through hundreds of years of conflict has been ruled by both France and Germany. Thus, her odd accent and seemingly conflicting penchants for sexual pleasure.
“My Teutonic heritage tells me to flog...my French ancestry craves the tongue of the submissive male.”
And so here I am, dancing, kicking, and pirouetting...hoping that when finished the French influence will prevail and my tongue will be permitted to gratefully bring her to multiple orgasms without need for the sharp bite of her quirt. I can only hope.
Ms. Le Treau uses the bells to determine the proper timing of my movements. Attached to my nipple rings and scrotal rings, they tintinnabulate with every movement and the demanding woman can turn her back or close her eyes and still determine whether my untrained, semi-graceful motions meet with her exacting standards.
Sometimes Ms. Laitai watches. Sometimes Ms. D stops by and the level of degradation becomes particularly heightened when she has a male friend with her. It’s one thing to serve as a maid. It’s another to dance before a man when half naked in a pink tutu.
Still, the exhausting afternoons with Ms. Le Treau are more acceptable then Fridays, when Ms. Laitai takes me to the beauty parlor.
There I put on quite the show, stripped naked while a bevy of cosmeticians, all heavily compensated by way of my sizable cash flow, work to ensure that my body hair remains completely depilated. That my shoulder length hair is impeccably coiffured, and that the pedicure and manicure meet Ms. D’s standards, not to mention the facial make up of Ms. D’s choosing.
The younger, inexperienced girls titter at my altered state. And sometimes Ms. Laitai amuses them by toying with my scrotal rings and showing them the resulting tiny erection, which I can still achieve.
And I sit and take it. Yes, I know it pleases Ms. D, and it’s my lot in life to please her and amuse people at her behest.
And during the stressful activities I am reassured knowing that in time, I will be back in her bed or perhaps kneeling before her. Permitted once again to not only gaze at her perfect feminine form, but when she deems reward is due, permitted to serve her with my tongue. To lick and savor her fine sex. To bring her to orgasm. Our orgasm. The one that I can no longer achieve but can smell, taste, see and feel through her.
