BDSM INITIATION | Captivity | Descent into true submission and surrender

Initiation of slave [¥] into the mysteries of Goddess.

Imagine being taken like my slave [¥] to a solitary XVIII century country house nested amongst the rolling hills of the South West of France. The "ermitage' is the set for a new cycle of the "Invitation au voyage".  During a week, [¥] will train to become an Acolyte of the Goddess. For now, he is seating at the back of a car driven by my multi talented and very kinky chauffeur [sergueï]...  

The car seems to have left the motorway for a sinuous country road. Ensconced on the back seat, blindfolded, you lean on the motion, becoming it. The sounds distilled through the noise cancelling headphones facilitating the mellow movement and assimilation of your body and mind to the trajectory of the vehicle. 

Your senses are both receptive and constricted, highlighting a feeling of anticipation at the thought of this week dedicated to your training as an acolyte. As the car races towards the hermitage, you ponder on the first part of your initiation, the images and sensations unfolding randomly in snippets interspaced with your recent arrival in my territory; Time becomes non linear.

I am seated on the throne you recognise instantly. I observe this new supplicant from across the room. You kneel with your knees apart, your feet together, your forehead and your arms outstretched on the floor with the palms up.

You were picked up at the airport by my young chauffeur sergueï who helped you with your  luggage and lead to a cerulean blue sedan from the early 90’s - sergeï, you discover, is man of many talents, driving being one of them, a precious and trusted devotee. 

Once installed on the back seat, sergueï fixed the blindfold and adjusted the headset without a word. 

The first needle pricks twice the flesh of your arse, blood rushes just under the surface of your skin which blushes….

You felt the engine vibrate and the fluid manoeuvre to back away from the parking slot. Soon after, the smooth flow indicated that the car was speeding on the highway.

My cock triggers a flash of raw desire, you are spiralling in a maelstrom of passion. 

Gravel signals you are reaching your destination. The darkness of the blindfold amplifies your trepidation. 

You feel your head held in the vice of my boots: I am towering above you.

Sergueï opens the door of the vehicle and you step out, vacillating slightly on the uneven ground.

A few stairs, a landing and in the cooler air of a vast hall, a new actor to this invisible scene you are both spectator and elected subject greets you with a collar and leash. 

It seems that the hands of your new warden are female, softer yet determined. You follow the nearly imperceptible sounds of her steps to a flight of stairs spiralling downwards and a narrow corridor. A door opens, you are ushered in your cell. 

Your custodian silently removes the blindfold and the thin collar. She disappears after shutting the door soundlessly. Surprisingly, she has left you free to move about the chamber and explore your new abode.

The room is perfectly square, its tall blond stone walls and vaulted ceiling are illuminated by a small window cut high into the opposing wall to the door, and barred with cast iron. It is monastic: a cot under the window, a small walnut desk and a chair with a disproportionately high back.

An arched niche has been carved in the thick wall to the left of the bed above the long ledge which serves as its foundation. 

On the wall of the recess hangs an alabaster carving of the Goddess and her retenue: acolytes, galli, hetairas and servants of her cult. She is standing in a chariot led by two lions. 

A five branch silver chandelier supporting black tappers, a crystal carafe filled with water, two glasses: a tumbler and a chalice, a posy of violets are displayed on the deep shelve,

Tall cast iron candelabra supporting each three pilar candles stand on the four corners of the room.

Steel rings are sealed in a triangular formation on the opposite wall to the ledge. more rings are sealed to the stone floor a well as on the bed.

Circumscribing the space at shoulder height, sigils have been carved. some are barely distinguishable, others seem very recent. 

You recognise some symbols: a moon inscribed in a circle, the three spirals of Hecate, a stylised rose in a star, the distinctive Camargue cross formed by a cross atop a heart balanced on an anchor… 

Others like the triangles barred or the vertical pointed barred arrow, the two circles linked by a vertical line, the circle cut by a vertical line, the circle supporting a small cross remain mysterious.

Cool air seeps through the latched window letting green scents of freshly cut dewed saturated grass merge with the room’s odor; a redolence of beeswax, dry stone and a hint of resin.

The atmosphere of the place is at once tranquil and ominous, vast.

A drumming of stiletto heels bouncing along the corridor walls approaches. You kneel with your forehead touching the smooth sand stone and your palms up, your heart  thumping with anticipation… The door opens.

“bonjour [¥] I am glad to see you are ready to commence this new phase of your initiation”

Maîtresse Nuit

PAINTING : Study in May , painting by Yannis Tsarouchis  https://tsarouchis.gr/en/works-by-yannis-tsarouchis/paintings/

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THE RAVISHING OF ANTOINETTE | Chastity, feminisation, sissy slut training and not so “forced bi”.

How a very “naughty girl” is transformed into a wild and compliant sissy with the help of a chastity device, a complete make-over and the introduction of a dashing male escort.

Prelude: Finding Oz our special guest and stud, preparing for a memorable make-over and bi session and exploring chastity.

For a couple of months, A. and I talked about her fantasy of taking our games further and the possibility to call on a male escort to join us in session. A. has gradually become more and more enchanted with his female avatars: “antoinette”, my thespian wanton and “rose”, created by a wonderfully imaginative  Californian Mistress. I believe that our joined ministrations have allowed him to lean on his sensual side for good and inhabit more and more his Female counterparts. 

First came the choice to wear female lingerie under the discreet attire of a respectable professional man working in the city, then he sets off exploring on his own, in between sessions, makeup and also would use dildos to stretch from time to time. 6 months ago, the occasional became more frequent as A. decided he would enjoy his life as much as possible and let antoinette and rose take him by the hand more often.

Sipping mint tea, in a café where we had met, we looked at pictures both Mistress …. and I had taken recently. Both sissy avatars look absolutely happy, their gay abandon is palpable. It was amusing to see the spark of excitement flush A.’s cheeks and the provocative twinkle in his eyes as we discussed our next session in such a public setting.

Antoinette is sexy, cheeky, funny, touching, poignant and wildly unashamed. Her striptease repertoire is widening as the male preconception of what a Woman stripper moves are widened. I have great hopes for her. She is a natural performer. She has fabulous legs and very good balance which helps tremendously walking on heels and dancing!

A few days after our meeting, I called my dear friend and colleague, the wonderful Mistress Severity Meyers to ask whether she had recently sampled some studs for her sessions. Having been for such a long time out of the country, and out of touch with the scene, my address book was missing this rare ingredient. 

When choosing male partners to introduce in my session I am looking at their professionalism of course - It is a delicate prowess they are asked for during a forced-bi: nearly constant erection in order to train the sissy - slut who, most of the time is used to my wonderful cocks always available ;), a capacity to empathise even though they are more often than not asked to be “the rough male”, a good sense of humour, an understanding of the D/s dynamic as well as knowing that the Mistress and himself, although on equal terms, prevails. No machos in my dungeon! 

Miss S. Meyers recommended I contact Oz praising his talents, openness and natural polyvalence. 

We corresponded easily and seemed to be on the same wave-length: A Rendez-Vous was taken after a few mail exchanges: Oz would join us in session. Perfect!

10 days before the session, antoinette started her confinement within the walls of her chastity device. 

I find journaling a powerful exercise and I recommend it to several of my devotees as well as my coaching clients. When done consistently, it reveals interesting material, emotions, thoughts, daydreams, full-on fantasies, struggles. 

Antoinette started journaling, her entries became wilder with the imminence of the auspicious meeting. In her case, the chastity device made it difficult to concentrate on work. For other individuals, the frustration of the possibility to self-pleasure becomes the central point and they use their struggle to focus on work and other tasks to “forget” their predicament. For some, the humiliation of being locked up and the restriction of relieving themselves standing is very intense. These tests are balanced by their degree of submission to their Mistress. I have noticed that when wearing a chastity device for a longer period, my submissives enter a different interior landscape made of the same ingredients as in the shorter experiments, but also some calmer places akin to still crystalline water, “mountain lakes”, which offer the opportunity to really tune in the essence of their submission on the one hand and also to sink into their Feminine self, their receptivity, intuition, a more oceanic sensuality and their creativity.

Preparation of the sissy slut. First comes a cleansing: The enema is both a delicate dance between D & s. Thanks to its potentially humiliating nature, it is a very effective activity that enhances power exchange. After a successful enema, comes the stretching of the submissive’s nether mouth and the confusing joy of becoming a receptacle, to be probed and invaded. The surrender which comes with prostate milking furthers the closeness between Mistress and submissive. Total body orgasm.

Antoinette is relaxed and highly sensual and knows how to tune into her body and her breath to make the most of every sensation. She sits with her legs hoisted on the stirrups and watches with delight at her reflection as I buckle the two belts around her midriff and cuff her to the gynaecological chair placed in front of the enormous mirror. 

Her strong sphincter holds the cannula which is inserted high in her colon, and the water at body temperature invades her. She quickly “drinks” the first litre and half and I top up the bag placed high above her on a medical infusion/transfusion stand.

Our connection is very strong: it is a dance that requires perfect communication, a synchronised tempo lest we end up in a big mess. She breathes through the cramps erasing them one by one until nature demands release and we must both bow to her demands. Again, timing is paramount. Here quick precision is required to liberate antoinette from her bonds and send her to the bathroom. Precipitation would be disastrous; only a controlled increasing tempo is necessary to finish this part of the duo with brio.

Whilst antoinette is away, I prepare the cream lubricant and the various plugs and dildos I will use to prepare her for our guest. 

Antoinette watches herself with mounting anticipation. Her clit/cock already engorged swells as I pinch her nipples and place the magnetic clamps. I tease the pale rose tip of her nipples protruding from the clamps and her regular slow deep breathing becomes shallower. She adjusts to the mounting crushing pain and dives in the new synapse connections of opposing tension which enhances her hyper sensuality, transforming every touch into a melody of sensations.

I insert a copious amount of lubricant and inspect her nether mouth, her prostate and higher along the thin warm palpitating walls of her inner labyrinth with my fingers. Antoinette’s regular stretching means that she is on the verge of being able to relax enough to be fisted. Her muscles are strong and toned so she can contract to a very tight squeeze which will be a great bonus to our visitor. She longs to be fucked, her balls are heavy and tight and she dribbles profusely. Her breathing becomes ragged as she loses herself in the particular pleasure that each of my dildos offers. Watching herself being fucked in the gold-framed mirror amplifies her ecstasy. This long milking brings her waves of entire body orgasms similar to feminine ones which are quite amazing to witness. They leave me wondering how a male can return to simple ejaculation after having experienced this transforming experience.

Make-over: after the intensity of the stretching, comes a calmer childlike phase full of complicity and playfulness. After the inward Feminisation, comes the outward process, make-up, wig, and finally downing her showgirl attire, antoinette emerges in all her glorious, sassy exuberance. Ready to conquer, entertain, please…. and make me proud.

After the exertions of the previous phase, we are both quite thirsty. Some cool water first and antoinette uncork a good bottle of champagne. We celebrate this moment of joy and we drink to what is to come. the atmosphere is feminine, we are in cahoots, intent on fun and debauchery.

We chat about theatre, recent productions and of course our guest as I apply foundation, and start contouring to reveal her cheekbones, soften her jawline and thin her nose. Once the eyelashes are firmly in place and her lips have been rouged, I fix her Venetian blond wig and brush the shoulder length straight hair around her lovely, gleaming face. I feel the same pleasure as when I was a child and would make over absolutely everyone who was game and often persuade those who couldn’t be bothered to endure these long sessions. 

Dressing up is fun! 

Antoinette’s attire is composed of a black satin corset with fringes at the bottom, black stockings are worn atop crotchless nude tights (very important to smooth her shaven legs) a wide suspender belt, black satin gloves - an accolade to Rita Hayworth in Gilda which we both adore- and crotch high rubber and pattens leather high heels boots. The showgirl is ready and she dances around the Seraglio with salacious moves as Portishead sings Glory box which she has chosen for her striptease.

The first bell rings as I attach some lighter nipple clamps on antoinette’s tender nipples. At the second bell, she is on her fours in a lovely tabletop position. I leave her to contemplate her future encounter and close the dungeon door to open the door to Oz.

A gentle, warm and almost shy smile illuminates his face as I greet him and let him in the bathroom to refresh himself before joining us.

Back in the womb of the Seraglio I watch antoinette’s reflections in the three tall mirrors. I am seated on my big bondage chair, my throne anticipating with amusement what will unfolds. 

Oz enters, I have a good feeling about this young, tall, lean yet muscular man. He takes the glass of champagne I offer him and sips whilst inspecting antoinette who is still on her fours. He admires her firm buttocks. Antoinette on my command kneels in front of him. He admires her lovely face, her twinkling eyes which are transfixed by the portentous appendage which promises so much pleasure. Oz takes his cock into his hand and strokes it, teasing antoinette whose lips must by now be swollen with desire. 

I suggest she should greet our guest and antoinette takes Oz’s rigid member in her mouth with enthusiasm. Under Oz’s tutelage, she warms, sucks, licks balls and cock, titillates his gland until he starts fucking her mouth for good. 

I believe our guest is quite impressed by her versatility and by her ability at being deep throated. The music reflects the action, Moby sings “I like it”, Skunk Anansie “100 ways to be a good girl”, Bryan Ferry croons “Casanova” and “Shameless”…..

I watch, delighted as the libertine tableau repeats in the mirrors. 

It takes three to Tango, the connoisseur will tell you; the perfect tension of this devilish dance demands two dancers and a voyeur capable of feeling their flow, their dialogue and joining the movement…. I bide my time, feeling the melody these two are weaving. and slowly down my harness, deliberately choose a cock and prepare a condom which I place at the tip of the gland.

Oz and antoinette are ready for a drink and we toast our acquaintance, the Goddess of Love and pleasure and under her auspice, they prepare the spanking bench on which antoinette will be impaled to her magnificence. 

All the straps are buckled as Missy Eliot commands “Get ur freak on” and Oz and I take our places for the spit roasting dance. This demands perfect synchronisation, a three ways connection in order to move harmoniously and modulate tempo, change movements. Whilst Oz rides antoinette, I tease her lips, invading her mouth on and on.

At some point I let the two of them gallop in ecstasy as I photograph their proceedings, impressed by their respective stamina. Oz’s gentle yet firm control of my wild girl is lovely to witness. We are approaching the climax of this wild “cavalcade”. Oz delicately leaves the warm enclave of antoinette and faces him now for the finale as he ejaculates over antoinette’s face.

P.J. Harvey asks Is this desire? 

Desire, Eros, takes many forms, it is a shape-shifting God who dwells in the shadows.

Maitresse Nuit