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 I cannot claim authorship to these accounts of the adventures of Giles and
Ginette in France - nor can I attest as to their authenticity.  I first
came across these from a friend in the " scene" several years ago.  Seems
that they have had quite a lot of circulation in the last 10 years in paper
form.  I transcribed them and did *some* cleaning up of the worst grammer,
but have left enough to give the unique *flavor* of having been written by
someone to whom English is a second language.  I originally posted these on
Compuserve/HSX/VARII a couple of years ago.

   If anyone recognizes these writings (other than those who have
downloaded them from CI$), I'd like to hear from you!

   *****WARNING*****

   This story is of ADULT nature and contains description of consentual
sexual action that may be considered extreme by some people.  If you are
easily offended by such material or are underage, exit NOW!  This warining
applies to all parts of this story.

   Giles & Ginette xxx xxxxxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx CANADA J1N 1C8 April 9th,
1987 Dear Jill & Bob,

   We're glad our experience pleased you, and we hope that the rest of it
will have the same stimulating effect on both of you.  We are glad for two
reasons: first, it is always nice to please friends!
But most of all, we are happy to share it with people who appreciate

what happened to us.  It is not everybody who likes to read about S/M and
B/D, just as not everyone likes to give and receive these same arts.

   So it is precious to have friends who understand and feel the same way
we do.  Obviously, we will not tell about it to many people on earth, so we
feel a great complicity with you and the very few intimate knowing chums:
our five swinging partners, you and Brad and Cindee from Alberta (with whom
we are corresponding for three years now).  But we must say that you Bob
are the man who seems to have the closest tastes to mine concerning female
domination.

   The other two males in our group are not sexually dominant, and in fact,
one is on the fringe of submissiveness; the same goes with Brad who likes
to be on the receiving as well as at the giving end!  As for our female
friends, none is submissive, although one is very dominant, so they loved
our account of our trip, and they were thrilled we had so much fun, but
they didn't share our enthusiasm to the fuller.  You and Jill gave us the
best answer and best feedback to what happened there, and it made us both
feel good to feel at least someone appreciated it for all it was: rich,
emotional, exciting and so close to a few fantasies we had.

   You, Bob, and I are more the same: Both voyeurs who like to see their
wives in torrid action with other men, and according to the pictures you
sent, we both love them in bondage!  We want them obeying, but not in pain.
The same comparison goes for Jill and Ginette who like to please their
husband by having orgasms from every giving way (except that maybe Jill is
less compliant about anal sex, but more game concerning nipple ornaments
and big black lovers!)

   What you say about your fantasy in a sex - shop is funny because nothing
was really premeditated when we went to Patrick's store.  Our goal was to
get very horny, to show Ginette off, but we had agreed that no one would
touch her; in fact, we never thought that the people running the store
might want and propose to see us perform!  We had planned to get red hot,
then run to our hotel to take the pressure out!  As you say, seeing my wife
in her revealing clothes (indeed, she had no panties on), strolling in the
store with Patrick's eyes all over her, was getting me so excited that I
was trembling all over!  During that short time, my cock was not fully
hard, but it was oozing pre-come liquids like a fountain!

   Still now, I don't know what was better: to see her that way, with her
rings who said it all, almost naked in front of that stranger; or to later
fuck her in bondage in those submissive poses, with Patrick an avid
spectator.  Ginette says that the choice is obvious, because if I had not
taken her in the back store, I would have dreamed about doing it for the
rest of my life!  We find your fantasy about the sexshop exciting, but we
both would be very concerned about things getting out of hand.

   You see, while we were with Patrick in his backstore, I had just one
fear: that a customer would
knock at the door and insist to come in, and that Patrick would bring

him over.  Ginette later told me that the same thought had bugged her all
the time, to the point of spoiling one fourth of her fun.  As she was tied
and unable to refuse anything, she feared that a strange man would help our
host knock me down, then beat the hell out of her, or worst...  I had the
same fear, although it was reassuring for me to verify what Ginette could
not: that Patrick was sincere, not aggressive and having a great time

   the way things were going.

   Yet, we thought about the same thing: a possible assault.  You must
understand that when you are in a foreign country (or sleazy neighborhoods
where sex-shops are located) you must be concerned about your security. 
That is why we would be careful before we would enact the fantasy you have.
Maybe you should play it safe by organizing a similar show with three or
more chosen friends in a safe but strange place first.  We did it once in
an empty warehouse in full daylight, and we had great fun.  We invited
three male friends we knew, and one brought along a good friend we were
meeting for the first time.  Ginette was the only female and she was
playing the role of a young woman who was not sure if she was ready for
prostitution; so, to break her in, her pimp-to-be (me) brings her for a try
with a few strangers.  FROM ONE TO THE OTHER

   There is no penetration in your fantasy, but there were in our game, and
Ginette was taken every possible way, but individually, by us all.  We were
standing in different parts of the large empty building and she was sent
from one to the other.  After she had been taken by each one of us (two
used her mouth, me too; one her pussy and one her anus), the men left,
except the new one who wanted more (he had fucked her pussy from behind).
We chatted and rested for awhile; then I made Ginette suck us before we
took her in a sandwich (him in her anus).  It was a fantastic afternoon
that we still remember with great pleasure.  I still can clearly hear how
the sounds were amplified by the echo, and how sexy it was.  You should try
it!

   You could mix this idea with your fantasy, tying Jill's hands behind her
back (I love the idea!  Seeing the results in your fantastic pics makes it
even more enjoyable!).  The men could take turns fondling her all over,
roughing her tits a little; the rest is up to you and her: the peep-show
possibility, the squirting semen shower option, or may I suggest a
gang-bang!!!  Well, you asked for suggestions!  I know one thing: with the
VDs running around town, the idea of sleazy men gathering in a sex-shop,
running their hands over Ginette's body, and finger fucking her would NOT
reassure me!  But selected friends, (some of her former black lovers maybe)
five or six of them, in a carefully chosen but strange place, could give an
even better result!  PIERCING

   Now about nipple piercing, I know the occasion was excellent, and back
home Ginette even mentioned that she was almost sure that I was going to do
it.  How would she have reacted?  She doesn't know, but she thinks that she
would have been disappointed because we have agreed that she would have to
be ready and willing if we do it.  And ready, she was not at all!  After
the pain of her squeezed nipples, she was very reluctant, even after
admiring how pretty and sexy the practice of body piercing was on the many
pictures exposed in the store.  As for me, I didn't do it for three
reasons: because this is a permanent and visible transformation of her
body, I think that she has her word to say!  2.  Patrick was pushing too
hard, and I didn't want it to be his decision!  3.  The cost was ridiculous
when I can do it myself in very sanitary ways!

   I hope for you, Bob, that Jill is more willing than Ginette about that
issue!  The loops on her nipples look great.  She really has nipples for
piercing: long and very erected (it seems to be a permanent
state for them: jutting away from her little gracious tits!).  Jill

could easily wear two rings in each nipple like we saw many slaves do:
there is plenty of room for one horizontal near the base, and a smaller
vertical ring near the tip.  Most of the slaves had much shorter nipples
than Jill and barely had enough place for the infibulations (more about
this later), so we know that it would look stunning on Jill.  But let her
begin with one ring first!!!  HOT CHOCOLATE

   Ginette wanted me to start with many thanks for sending her a complete
copy of the mag HOT CHOCOLATE.  Sorry I didn't, but there was so much to
say that I forgot her request and I began the letter writing about a more
general mood instead of that item; but it doesn't mean that it was not
important!  The mag has been the object of many fantasies for her, and I
benefitted largely of it!  So let me thank you too, as much as she does. 
It was very nice of you to send the mag, and we were able to appreciate why
you like it so much.  Besides yours, Ginette's favorite ad is the one from
a black couple in California whose colour pic is next to yours on page 77.

   She wonders what great feelings a bent cock like this guy's would create
in her; the way it is upturned makes her sure that it would be great.  She
also thinks that this guy has a great body.  Another pic has made her dream
and come many times: it appears on page 72, and it shows a black man from
New Jersey entering a white woman from behind.  She says that this is how
she would like it.  She asked me to make love to her that way, and she came
very hard without even touching her clit: with just the power of her
imagination!

   My favorite is indeed the "slut who loves black cock" on page 64!  This
woman doesn't lie about her condition, letting it be written in blue ink
all over her bottom!  And have you seen her working on that enormous black
prick!  The ad is exciting too (we are sure that you must have contacted
this couple!), but not as much as yours!  Jill's wording is great: "When
turned on, do all", and "Husband makes all arrangements and I do what he
enjoys"!  Fantastic!  Your pictures are nice too, showing the best of Jill,
and we thank you again for sending the mag so that we could see them in
colour.  I was seduced too by that picture of a white woman on page 31
(from Louisiana), the one who licks the semen covering her pretty face. 
Also not bad at all is the girl from Macomb on page 51, although she looks
a lot like the model on page 50 and might be a pro.

   What concerns Ginette about your ad is that Jill's face is very visible.
Aren't you afraid that someone you know from your social life finds these
pics and harms you?  She is very paranoid about this (she teaches and she
would be in deep trouble if her sexual activities were to be known), and
she is always stunned by how blatant some of our friends are about their
sex life, especially in largely distributed mags.  Maybe your entourage is
more tolerant, or you simple don't care?  Ginette says that she prefers HOT
CHOCOLATE to ADAM because the ad sections are separated (females, males,
couples) and it was easier for her to read.  I didn't have to translate her
the ads, and she was not interested in the "articles"!

   She reads English much more fluently now, but she still has lots of
problems with longer texts like your letter that I must translate for her
almost entirely.  I don't have real problems with your handwriting (much
less than you'd have with mine!), and I quickly got used to it, enough to
understand it all.  (In fact, there is only one paragraph that I couldn't
read: it is a short one you added at the head of a
chapter.  I read: "Oh, we like to hear about your relation booth ...  Is

it in your home?  Starting a new business?".  It is the words "relation
booth" that I don't catch.  Do you mean a public relations office?  In that
case, no, just a desktop publishing business that I'm starting at home
besides my other job.  I publish pamphlets, annual reports, booklets, data
processing, etc.  I do it with the Mac and the LaserWriter printer.  What
about you: do you like your new position, besides the fact that it keeps
you away from Jill 5 days a week?  BACK TO THE GOOD THINGS!

   Enough with our jobs!  We thank you for your offer of the cuffs.  After
thinking about it, we decided not to catch the opportunity.  We thank you
very much, it was very generous of you, and we hesitated because we were
afraid that you'd take our refusal the wrong way.  The reasons are that, 1
- we know that the Customs Office will make a fuss about it.  Cuffs are
considered weapons here in Canada, and we are not allowed to import them. 2
- we think that we are perfectly happy with the silk scarves and leather
collars that we are using for bondage when the mood arises!

   A few ropes, some strings (for Ginette's nipples!) and a good
humiliation will do more to our sexual appetite than handcuffs.  Ginette
thinks that they are just on the other side of comfortable to wear in a
sexual situation.  On special occasions, it is all right, but not for our
intimate B&D.  We were able to see that you are quite good at B&D yourself!
Jill sure is an obedient subject, but you seem to be an expert at knots and
ropes!  I loved the way you tied Jill, and I had to try the same on my own
slave!

   I went to a hardware store and bought a similar kind of rope.  I chose
cotton instead of nylon (I can't see what yours is made of) because I was
afraid that nylon might burn her skin at the tighter contact points.  I
applied the same method you used, passing a rope each side of her cunt
lips, and I used another one to fasten her arms, just like you did to Jill.
Then, I improvised and made it a little different: I hade her hold her
opposite elbows in her hands and rolled some more rope around her fists.  I
also added a little twist that she loves (and me too!): I tied a ten inch
long string to her big toes; this forces her to take little steps when she
walks.

   I then clicked the leash to to her thick dog collar that she had put
herself around her neck to prove her submission, and I walked her around
the house.  With her linked toes, she had to make fast short steps to
follow me, and this is a sure way to make her wet her thighs with pleasure
juices that pour down from her pussy!  (One of her most erotic pleasures is
to see a Japanese woman in traditional attire walk with short twisted
steps!).  Another difficulty she also craves and fears at the same time is
that her bondaged feet make it quite tricky for her to go up and down
stairs!

   She has to kind of jump from one stair to the other, and this makes her
tits and bottom bounce.  A few arrogant comments on my part about her
jumping flesh makes her blush and cream at the same time (which is a common
situation to her: usually, the redder her face, the wetter her pussy!). 
Indeed, when she is in a stairway, I don't hold her by the leash, but by an
arm to prevent her from hurting herself.  She often tumbles or misses a
stair, so I have to get a hold on her.  It is very hard for her to climb
the stairs in that situation, but she does it, and I'm not sure who derives
more pleasure from the experience!  I know that I love to see her so
dependant and vulnerable!  My erection is hard as steel all the while!

   I spend most of my time making fun of her or repeating how clumsy she
is! She acquiesces profusely, repeating from her own will: "Yes, I'm so
clumsy!  How can you bear to have such an incompetent wife!  Yes, I'm not
even able to climb stairs like a grown-up!  You are so generous to bear
with me!" If she misses a stair, I lightly slap her bottom with the tip of
the leash, or I pinch her round bouncing flesh!

   By the time we reach the top of the stairs, she repeats in a frenzy that
she loves me and that I can do what I want with her!  She is out of breath
and this is the best time to make her kneel down and suck me!  Her hard
breathing around my cock is very pleasant, but she has more to do before I
come in her mouth.  The other day, arriving upstairs, I noticed that her
skin was red at the contact of the rope, mostly her arms, over the elbow.
It must be because she moved her arms a lot to try to keep her balance. 
Usually, I only tie her wrists behind her back with a large silk scarf, so
there is not much friction (most of the time, she also wears her butt-plug,
and it makes it even harder to jump up or down the stairs.  But that day,
because the ropes were closing access to her anus, we left it aside).

   As she didn't complain or ask for relief, I took hold of the leash and
went on with the trip around the house.  I did as usual: we stop in each
room, and she has to kneel down by herself to suck me.  And kneeling with
arms and feet in bondage is not easy.  She has to bend her knees, sit on
her ankles, then lean forward to let her knees reach the wooden floor. 
Sometimes she misses her landing and hits the floor on her bottom, or hard
on her knees!  If she falls and rolls on her back, I just make fun of her
and she must get up alone.  The more I laugh, the more excited she gets!

   Depending on my mood, I sometimes do not fasten her wrists to her elbows
behind her back.  In that case, she plays with her anal plug while she
sucks me, and she comes that way a few times when she is especially hot. 
That day, she had the ropes to help her get sensations around her genitals.
The orgasm she had was splendid: there she was in bondage at my knees, my
cock-head in her open mouth, still out of breath and moaning loud, saliva
trickling down her chin, shaking and undulating all over.  It was a good
and strong one that lasted a long time; she says that she dedicates it to
Jill because she had a flash that it was a strong black man who was holding
the leash instead of me at that moment, adding to her humiliation and
pleasure!

   I gave her no time to rest from her climax: this is part of our game. 
So, we headed to our bedroom where I had her prepare a chain of paper clips
to make it look like the splendid nipple clamps Jill wears in one pic (By
the way, where do you find these?  This is exactly what we are looking for,
with or without the chain that links the two clamps).  The result is not as
aesthetic as your clamps, but she looked even better now.  She had to kneel
again, and this time, I didn't try to hold back.  I came almost immediately
from the sight of my willing and obliging slave.

   She drank all my semen, letting me literally fuck her face.  It was so
good to look down at her to see her swallow with passion and to contemplate
her body adorned to please me.  When I was satiated, I pulled out of her
mouth and smiled at her.  I knew by now that her arms were in pain, so I
untied them and let her lay on our bed.  I made her open her legs as much
as she could with the toe-string and bend them over her chest to see how
her pussy was doing.  Her skin was red between her thighs where the rope
had been rubbing so I preferred to take it off there too.I rubbed some
cream around her pussy and in her anus, masturbating her gently with
patient fingers, taking my time until she was coming again.

   While we rested for awhile, we got high on a thing we love to do during
our B&D sessions: I made her express all the sensations she had experienced
during the last hour.  It is very sexy to hear her version of what she had
to do, especially when I correct her and make her use words that she tries
to avoid!  For example, if she says: "And when you took me from behind...",
I cry out:"I did what?!", and she shamefully admits: "When you fucked my
ass...".  I really get hot when she describes how humiliated she was during
a situation, or how she was surprised by one of my decisions, orders or
penetration.  She has a very sensual way with words and on such occasions,
she uses a cooing voice that makes me hard in a flash.

   This time, her way to explain her feelings with the new bondage
technique and her identification with Jill were very exciting, and I
decided that we would go on with more bondage.  I made her stand up and
flaunt her body to me, which she did in a playful way, dancing around the
place with her large silk scarf, only doing the little but graceful steps
that the toe-string allowed.  To make a change with the previous session, I
produced the butt-plug, and she eagerly bent forward to receive it into her
loins.  I also put the rope back on her arms, just above the elbows this
time instead of at mid-arms.  I also put back the paper clip chain on her
nipples now that they had some rest (I had taken them off while we were
speaking because they become painful and mark her flesh if she wears them
more than 15 minutes).  And she was ready to trot again!

   It was great to see her go down the stairs, jumping precariously from
one step to the next.  Then, I took her on a tour of the first floor with a
stop in the wash room where she had to pee in a small tin basin.  This is
quite humiliating for her because she must kneel over the little basin not
to spill any urine on the tiled floor (if she does, I make her wash it with
a dry linen that she holds in her mouth!).  The basin is very small and
only holds about half a bladder; so she must check to see that she doesn't
overflow it.  If this is about to happen, she has to hold her pee in
midstream.  Then, she has to pick up the can with her arms tied behind her
back, empty it in the toilet without spilling any during the short but
perilous transportation!  When this is done, she must put the can down, and
she can finish her peeing.

   One of her most stinging souvenirs happened about six years ago, before
we met out present swinging friends, when I made her perform that trick in
front of a dominant man we used to party with from time to time.  One of
his requirements was that Ginette was blindfolded during the time he was
with us ( not to keep a secret, but because it was an old fantasy of his;
Ginette knew perfectly well who he was), so it made it harder for her to...
hit the target!  Her arms were not tied at that time, but she had no right
to use her hands to find the can.

   She succeeded in straddling the can enough to sit on it and pee.  But
when she tried to get up, she spilled all the contents on the floor!  This
was when I had the idea to make her wipe it with a dry cloth that I planted
in her mouth.  The spot of urine was quite large, and her long hair soaked
in it as she lowered her face and started to rub the linen on the floor. 
This sight was too much for our friend who knelt behind Ginette and took
her like that, in a sensual rage.  They were both so horny that they came
very fast with a force that you only see in such situations.  There she
was, with her face in her own piss, her ass up in the air, shouting her
violent orgasm over the linen, with him planted deep in her pussy, coming
like crazy.  I was in heaven to be able to witness such a fantastic
pleasure, but I refrained from taking my turn in her cunt when I saw how
exhausted she was when he emptied in her.

   From then on, if Ginette feels trashy, she manages to spill some piss,
and we redo the same scene together!  But last evening, she was more
careful and she smiled shyly to me, indicating that she was preferring more
gentle attentions ( or she simply didn't want to clean the mess in her hair
and on the floor that this action implies!) (She says that she is just not
in the mood; she is tamer about Golden Showers after our adventure in
France...  but more about this later!).  So I took her to the sitting room
where she knelt again to suck me.

   If we had been in summertime, I would have taken her outside on the
gallery or in the back yard, as I sometimes do on the darker nights.  I
love to expose her in bondage that way, risking that someone may see her!
Sometimes, she has to walk along the cedar fence until we reach a corner of
our property, and she has to piss standing up against it!  She loves to do
that!  When she is done, she begs me to take her, anyway, and I usually
sodomize her standing on the wet grass with the mosquitos feasting on our
butts!!!

   This last time, it ended the same way, but inside the house, without the
mosquitos, but also without the thrill of performing a dangerous mission!
She was glad to have the ropes removed, and she says that she prefers her
silk; the ropes are great for a short time, but they kind of burn when she
moves.  We did a short demonstration with them for our swinging friends
last week, and it was just right for the occasion: Ginette paraded with
them and we played the slave auction to know who would have her that night
(we give the money to a house for beaten and abused women!!!).  It all
lasted 20 minutes and it was perfect timing.  For the occasion, I had again
duplicated the way you had tied Jill on the photos you sent.

   I thought that you might be interested to know that Ginette has grouped
all of your pics in a special album that she keeps handy in our secret
hiding place, in the living room!  The first two pictures are the one with
your address on it, and the close-up of Jill wearing the nipple clamps. 
Since she read Jill's ad in HOT CHOCOLATE , she feels close to her and
loves to identify with her.  She wants me to write that she too feels her
heart beating faster when I translate her Jill's adventures with her black
lovers.

   She too would like to see a big black cock approaching her mouth with a
large ebony body towering over her.  She is curious about one fact that she
noticed: on the pics, the guys cocks look
much blacker than the rest of their body.  She wonders why, but I had no

explanation handy!  You must know, so please satisfy her curiosity!  She
has two other questions (sorry if this section looks sordid; it is because
I'm adding it after I finished writing the whole letter; while reading and
translating it for to her she claimed she had little chance to express
herself sooner).  Her questions are: does Jill let her black lovers come in
her mouth?  And do you, Bob, make love to her after you take the pictures
with her lovers?  (She means: do you wait till after they are gone, or do
you take her while it is the black guy's turn to look at you in action?).
(Now this makes a lousy transition with the rest of the text, but I'm sure
you understand!  After all, I'm not writing the all American novel!!!).

   We hope that your heart will miss a few beats again while reading the
rest of what happened to us in France.  If it could only give you as many
ideas as you did with your pics and letter, then we would be very happy for
you!  THE S/M PARTY

   Before we left the store, Patrick explained how we could join him in
case we would accept his invitation to participate in one or two orgies
with his group or others.  He agreed on our terms that we wouldn't touch or
be touched in any way by anyone, and that we would watch only.  His
condition was that we gave them a show at some time during the party,
preferably at the end.  Something in the mood of what had been done during
this afternoon in his back-store would be fine: "Your exhibition will be
quite tame compared to the things you will witness, but I'm sure that our
friends will appreciate it because, first, you are amateurs, and second,
because there is something naive and enthusiastic in your attitude!"

   I asked what kind of clothes would be best for the orgy, and he
explained that nobody was totally naked: masters and mistresses wear some
kind of leather pants or vest that expose their genitals; slaves wear rings
or jewels, also many kinds of leather bondage devices that cover or expose
parts of their bodies.

   Because we were not to participate physically, he exempted us from the
medical examination, so it meant that we would not have to be present many
hours in advance, like the others.  We would only join for the shower,
masters on one side, slaves on the other.  After the shower, the slaves dry
their masters and guests, then the dressing takes place, as the slaves help
the masters with their attires.  After that, there is a line up when each
slave is set off with the chosen ornaments and given hers or his
instructions.

   Usually the master chooses the things his slave will wear, and the
"friends" )as he called the persons we referred to as "the customers")
watch or make suggestions according to their taste.  The orgy can begin
after that ceremony when a drawing determines who is first and who follows
at using the slaves.

   Patrick warned us that we would not know where the party was held, and
that we would be driven there in a closed but comfortable van: "We take
some risks holding such parties.  Because our friends pay to use the
slaves, the police could press charges against us for prostitution.  So the
utmost security and secrecy is necessary; this is also why you will be
searched in the van."

   I didn't like it too much, I mean that idea of not knowing where we were
being driven.  If anything happened to us, nobody could know where we were.
You know, we are always a bit paranoid in a foreign country!  I said so to
Patrick who laughed and said that we could give the address of the store
and his name to someone we trust before we leave to join the party.

   It seemed reasonable enough to me and Ginette nodded her agreement in my
direction.  Patrick noticed that sign, and said to me: "Now, I want to be
sure you understand where you are invited to: it is a place of obedience
and submission where slaves are severely treated, not a kinder-garden. 
There seems to be more complicity than obedience and discipline between
your slave and you.  This concerns me because we have reached many steps
higher with our slaves and our games are sometimes far out for people who
are not used to them.  I want to be sure that you will play the game, even
if you see more than you bargained for.  During the party, your attitude
must be one of a master, and hers, one of a slave, not tourists.  The way
you acted this afternoon lets me think that we are all going to benefit
from the party, so don't disappoint me!".

   I told him that I understood his feelings and that we were going to love
the party, even if we do not approve all of what we were going to see: "We
know that we will not appreciate the physical violence, for example, but
I"m sure we want to see it at least once with our own eyes!  Now, about the
complicity you noticed between my wife and me, it extends to our sexual
games.  My dominance, and her submission to games are not a way of life,
and I think it must be clear to you".

   He agreed, but cut short his answer because two men had entered the
store and were looking at books, obviously waiting for him for guidance. 
He gave us a phone number we were to call a few days later, and we left. 
Ginette was shivering, and yet, she admitted that she was excited beyond
reason!  Because of the strikes, we had a hard time finding a cab, and
during the trip back to our hotel, she held my hand tight.  Back in our
room, she was still shivering.

   I asked her if she was OK, and she said that she loved the situation,
although she was kind of falling back to reality after what she had done in
the afternoon, and realizing what had happened: "It had been a long time
since I was treated that way in front of a total stranger; I was not
feeling nervous when it all happened, but I'm now!  Isn't that stupid!  I'm
only beginning to realize how you humiliated me in front of this man, how
much it felt natural in his environment, and how hot it made me!"

   I told her how pleasant it had been to dominate her and that I was
surprised how easily she had let me take control of her.  She answered:
"That is true!  I wanted it to happen!  It even felt right (not always
good, but right and kind of normal!) to bear the pain when you applied the
squeezers on my nipples!  And I was so horny when you put the chains on and
exposed me to him...!".

   "Your anus was very soft and compliant when I took you!  Maybe the
reason was because it was your second sodomy today, but I know when you are
horny enough to let a donkey enter your bottom!", I said, and she laughed,
blushing a little, too!  She said: "I can assure you that there was no pain
when you took me!  I don't think that there was another part of my body
that wanted you more than my anus this afternoon!"

   I asked how she felt back there after the excesses of the day, and she
just said as usual that this is not for me to worry: "This is my problem!
If you want me there again right now, just take me and make me come again!
Just take my body, and let me take care of it!", and she cuddled in my
arms! I often wonder how she can make such a liberal use of her anus, and
I'm concerned about the possible injuries or discomforts she might
encounter after a torrid Greek session; but her answer is always the same:
"This is my problem, not yours!  If I foresee a difficulty, be sure that
I'll warn you".

   Then, we made love again, but in a more conventional way, with lots of
tenderness, expressing our feelings and care.  During the meal that
followed, she only talked about the upcoming orgy.  She was in a real hurry
for it to happen.  Yet, she had to wait a few days, and me too, in growing
nervousness before the time came.

   We called Patrick, and he gave us an appointment near our hotel.  At 7
PM a light panel truck stopped next to us, and Patrick came out to salute
us; he invited us in by the side door, and we met a big guy inside, the
bouncer type!  He searched us with knowing large hands, and took our
personal belongings.  We couldn't see where we were going, although the
ride was very comfortable: there were deep seats in the cabin, but no
windows, and a partition separated us from the driver.

   Patrick chatted with me, but then again, he never addressed Ginette. 
After a rather long ride, we entered a building and the door opened.  We
were in a luxurious place, even if it was only the garage, and Patrick
rushed us to an elevator.  On the first floor, we went along a corridor,
turned a few corners and reached an indoor swimming pool.

   A big woman in her middle forties greeted me with a smile.  Patrick
introduced her as Mistress Lucienne, the keeper of the stable where his own
slave was serving.  She explained to me that she was going to take care of
my slave from now on, according to the agreement we had with Patrick.  She
was wearing a leather teddy that exposed her large aureoles and enormous
butt, and strange flatheeled shoes that looked like arabic loafers.  She
fastened a handcuff over Ginette's wrist and drove her toward the showers.
I followed Patrick in the other direction, and we too entered a shower-room
like the ones you find in public baths.

   There were about 20 showers, next to a dressing room; we first undressed
and a naked male took my small bag that contained my and Ginette's party
clothes.  I discovered that Patrick was in excellent shape as were the
other three men who arrived.  Soon, the place was crowded with good humored
men, all of them over 40.  Some were not as fit as our host, three in
particular had large potbellies and bald heads.  I saw twins, two large
men, barely 40, trimmed and serious, who didn't mingle with the rest.

   Three women entered too, laughing and saluting everyone.  Two were
chubby like Lucienne, but one was slim and dry as a rope!  She had no tits
to mention, just two flat little pouches!  She was in her late 50's and the
others in their late 40's.  I was stunned and disappointed, and Patrick
must have seen the look on my face!  He laughed and said that these were
the Mistresses who had brought their male slaves to the party.  I just knew
that none of them were to my taste, and that it must be punishment indeed
to have to make love to these women!

   What surprised me most was the size of the men's cocks!  They were all
huge and I was feeling handicapped next to them!  As Ginette later noticed,
they were not that long, although probably in the 7 to 9 inch range.  But
they were all thick.  At that moment most were soft, but they however
looked big.  The biggest were the twins, and they were hard as can be, as
if they had just been interrupted in the middle of a love session!  These
two knew what they wanted!

   They were the only ones that didn't salute me; all the others introduced
themselves and were very friendly.  I could hardly imagine them whipping a
woman or making her suffer!  When we all seemed clean, the doors opened and
a group of female and male slaves entered the room under the guidance of
Lucienne.  They were holding towels and started to dry us.  They were
outnumbered by three to one, so it took awhile.  CONTINUED IN "G&G1B.TXT"

   (I know this part has been a bit "slow" - with a few interesting parts -
but the action is just starting to heat up!  Let the games begin!) I cannot
claim authorship to these accounts of the adventures of Giles and Ginette
in France - nor can I attest as to their authenticity.  I first came across
these from a friend in the "scene" several years ago.  Seems that they have
had quite a lot of circulation in the last 10 years in paper form.  I
transcribed them and did *some* cleaning up of the worst grammer, but have
left enough to give the unique *flavor* of having been written by someone
to whom English is a second language.  I originally posted these on
Compuserve/HSX/VARII a couple of years ago.  If anyone recognizes these
writings (other than those who have downloaded them from CI$), I'd like to
hear from you!





   *****WARNING***** This story is of ADULT nature and contains description
of consentual sexual action that may be considered extreme by some people.
If you are easily offended by such material or are underage, exit NOW! 
This warning applies to all parts of this story.









   Giles & Ginette xxx xxxxxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx CANADA J1N 1C8 April 9th,
1987

   Dear Jill & Bob,

   We're glad our experience pleased you, and we hope that the rest of it
will have the same stimulating effect on both of you.  We are glad for two
reasons:

   first, it is always nice to please friends!  But most of all, we are
happy to share it with people who appreciate what happened to us.  It is
not everybody who likes to read about S/M and B/D, just as not everyone
likes to give and receive these same arts.



   So it is precious to have friends who understand and feel the same way
we do.  Obviously, we will not tell about it to many people on earth, so we
feel a great complicity with you and the very few intimate knowing chums:
our five swinging partners, you and Brad and Cindee from Alberta (with whom
we are corresponding for three years now).  But we must say that you Bob
are the man who seems to have the closest tastes to mine concerning female
domination.

   The other two males in our group are not sexually dominant, and in fact,
one is on the fringe of submissiveness; the same goes with Brad who likes
to be on the receiving as well as at the giving end!  As for our female
friends, none is submissive, although one is very dominant, so they loved
our account of our trip, and they were thrilled we had so much fun, but
they didn't share our enthusiasm to the fuller.  You and Jill gave us the
best answer and best feedback to what happened there, and it made us both
feel good to feel at least someone appreciated it for all it was: rich,
emotional, exciting and so close to a few fantasies we had.

   You, Bob, and I are more the same: Both voyeurs who like to see their
wives in torrid action with other men, and according to the pictures you
sent, we both love them in bondage!

   We want them obeying, but not in pain.  The same comparison goes for
Jill and Ginette who like to please their husband by having orgasms from
every giving way (except that maybe Jill is less compliant about anal sex,
but more game concerning nipple ornaments and big black lovers!)

   What you say about your fantasy in a sex - shop is funny because nothing
was really premeditated when we went to Patrick's store.  Our goal was to
get very horny, to show Ginette off, but we had agreed that no one would
touch her; in fact, we never thought that the people running the store
might want and propose to see us perform!  We had planned to get red hot,
then run to our hotel to take the pressure out!  As you say, seeing my wife
in her revealing clothes (indeed, she had no panties on), strolling in the
store with Patrick's eyes all over her, was getting me so excited that I
was trembling all over!  During that short time, my cock was not fully
hard, but it was oozing pre-come liquids like a fountain!

   Still now, I don't know what was better: to see her that way, with her
rings who said it all, almost naked in front of that stranger; or to later
fuck her in bondage in those submissive poses, with Patrick an avid
spectator.  Ginette says that the choice is obvious, because if I had not
taken her in the back store, I would have dreamed about doing it for the
rest of my life!  We find your fantasy about the sex-shop exciting, but we
both would be very concerned about things getting out of hand.

   You see, while we were with Patrick in his backstore, I had just one
fear: that
a customer would knock at the door and insist to come in, and that

Patrick would bring him over.  Ginette later told me that the same thought
had bugged her all the time, to the point of spoiling one fourth of her
fun. As she was tied and unable to refuse anything, she feared that a
strange man would help our host knock me down, then beat the hell out of
her, or worst...  I had the same fear, although it was reassuring for me to
verify what Ginette could not: that Patrick was sincere, not aggressive and
having a great time the way things were going.

   Yet, we thought about the same thing: a possible assault.  You must
understand that when you are in a foreign country (or sleazy neighborhoods
where sex-shops are located) you must be concerned about your security. 
That is why we would be careful before we would enact the fantasy you
have.Maybe you should play it safe by organizing a similar show with three
or more chosen friends in a safe but strange place first.  We did it once
in an empty warehouse in full daylight, and we had great fun.  We invited
three male friends we knew, and one brought along a good friend we were
meeting for the first time.  Ginette was the only female and she was
playing the role of a young woman who was not sure if she was ready for
prostitution; so, to break her in, her pimp-to-be (me) brings her for a try
with a few strangers.

   FROM ONE TO THE OTHER



   There is no penetration in your fantasy, but there were in our game, and
Ginette was taken every possible way, but individually, by us all.  We were
standing in different parts of the large empty building and she was sent
from one to the other.  After she had been taken by each one of us (two
used her mouth, me too; one her pussy and one her anus), the men left,
except the new one who wanted more (he had fucked her pussy from behind).
We chatted and rested for awhile; then I made Ginette suck us before we
took her in a sandwich (him in her anus).  It was a fantastic afternoon
that we still remember with great pleasure.  I still can clearly hear how
the sounds were amplified by the echo, and how sexy it was.  You should try
it!

   You could mix this idea with your fantasy, tying Jill's hands behind her
back (I love the idea!Seeing the results in your fantastic pics makes it
even more enjoyable!).  The men could take turns fondling her all over,
roughing her tits a little; the rest is up to you and her: the peep-show
possibility,the squirting semen shower option, or may I suggest a
gang-bang!!!  Well, you asked for suggestions!  I know one thing: with the
VDs running around town, the idea of sleazy men gathering in a
sex-shop,running their hands over Ginette's body, and finger fucking her
would NOT reassure me!  But selected friends, (some of her former black
lovers maybe) five or six of them, in a carefully chosen but strange place,
could give an even better result!

   PIERCING



   Now about nipple piercing, I know the occasion was excellent, and back
home Ginette even mentioned that she was almost sure that I was going to do
it.  How would she have reacted?  She doesn't know, but she thinks that she
would have been disappointed because we have agreed that she would have to
be ready and willing if we do it.  And ready, she was not at all!  After
the pain of her squeezed nipples, she was very reluctant, even after
admiring how pretty and sexy the practice of body piercing was on the many
pictures exposed in the store.  As for me, I didn't do it for three
reasons: because this is a permanent and visible transformation of her
body, I think that she has her word to say!  2.  Patrick was pushing too
hard, and I didn't want it to be his decision!  3.  The cost was ridiculous
when I can do it myself in very sanitary ways!

   I hope for you, Bob, that Jill is more willing than Ginette about that
issue!  The loops on her nipples look great.  She really has nipples for
piercing: long and very
erected (it seems to be a permanent state for them: jutting away from

her little gracious tits!).  Jill could easily wear two rings in each
nipple like we saw many slaves do: there is plenty of room for one
horizontal near the base, and a smaller vertical ring near the tip.  Most
of the slaves had much shorter nipples than Jill and barely had enough
place for the infibulations (more about this later), so we know that it
would look stunning on Jill.  But let her begin with one ring first!!!

   HOT CHOCOLATE



   Ginette wanted me to start with many thanks for sending her a complete
copy of the mag HOT CHOCOLATE.  Sorry I didn't, but there was so much to
say that I forgot her request and I began the letter writing about a more
general mood instead of that item; but it doesn't mean that it was not
important!  The mag has been the object of many fantasies for her, and I
benefitted largely of it!  So let me thank you too, as much as she does. 
It was very nice of you to send the mag, and we were able to appreciate why
you like it so much.  Besides yours, Ginette's favorite ad is the one from
a black couple in California whose colour pic is next to yours on page 77.

   She wonders what great feelings a bent cock like this guy's would create
in her; the way it is upturned makes her sure that it would be great.  She
also thinks that this guy has a great body.Another pic has made her dream
and come many times: it appears on page 72, and it shows a black man from
New Jersey entering a white woman from behind.  She says that this is how
she would like it.  She asked me to make love to her that way, and she came
very hard without even touching her clit:with just the power of her
imagination!

   My favorite is indeed the "slut who loves black cock" on page 64!  This
woman doesn't lie about her condition, letting it be written in blue ink
all over her bottom!  And have you seen her working on that enormous black
prick!  The ad is exciting too (we are sure that you must have contacted
this couple!),but not as much as yours!  Jill's wording is great: "When
turned on, do all", and "Husband makes all arrangements and I do what he
enjoys"!  Fantastic!  Your pictures are nice too, showing the best of
Jill,and we thank you again for sending the mag so that we could see them
in colour.  I was seduced too by that picture of a white woman on page 31
(from Louisiana), the one who licks the semen covering her pretty face. 
Also not bad at all is the girl from Macomb on page 51, although she looks
a lot like the model on page 50 and might be a pro.

   What concerns Ginette about your ad is that Jill's face is very visible.
Aren't you afraid that someone you know from your social life finds these
pics and harms you?  She is very paranoid about this (she teaches and she
would be in deep trouble if her sexual activities were to be known), and
she is always stunned by how blatant some of our friends are about their
sex life, especially in largely distributed mags.  Maybe your entourage is
more tolerant, or you simple don't care?  Ginette says that she prefers HOT
CHOCOLATE to ADAM because the ad sections are separated (females,
males,couples) and it was easier for her to read.  I didn't have to
translate her the ads, and she was not interested in the "articles"!

   iShe reads English much more fluently now, but she still has lots of
problems with longer texts like your letter that I must translate for her
almost entirely.  I don't have real problems with your handwriting (much
less than you'd have with mine!), and I quickly got used to it, enough to
understand it all.  (In fact, there is only one paragraph that I couldn't
read: it is a short one you added at the head of a
chapter.  I read: "Oh, we like to hear about your relation booth ...  Is

it in your home?  Starting a new business?".  It is the words "relation
booth" that I don't catch.  Do you mean a public relations office?  In that
case, no, just a desktop publishing business that I'm starting at home
besides my other job.  I publish pamphlets, annual reports, booklets, data
processing, etc.  I do it with the Mac and the LaserWriter printer.  What
about you: do you like your new position, besides the fact that it keeps
you away from Jill 5 days a week?

   BACK TO THE GOOD THINGS!



   Enough with our jobs!  We thank you for your offer of the cuffs.  After
thinking about it, we decided not to catch the opportunity.  We thank you
very much, it was very generous of you, and we hesitated because we were
afraid that you'd take our refusal the wrong way.  The reasons are that, 1
- we know that the Customs Office will make a fuss about it.  Cuffs are
considered weapons here in Canada, and we are not allowed to import them. 2
- we think that we are perfectly happy with the silk scarves and leather
collars that we are using for bondage when the mood arises!

   A few ropes, some strings (for Ginette's nipples!) and a good
humiliation will do more to our sexual appetite than handcuffs.  Ginette
thinks that they are just on the other side of comfortable to wear in a
sexual situation.  On special occasions, it is all right, but not for our
intimate B&D.  We were able to see that you are quite good at B&D yourself!
Jill sure is an obedient subject, but you seem to be an expert at knots and
ropes!  I loved the way you tied Jill, and I had to try the same on my own
slave!

   I went to a hardware store and bought a similar kind of rope.  I chose
cotton instead of nylon (I can't see what yours is made of) because I was
afraid that nylon might burn her skin at the tighter contact points.  I
applied the same method you used, passing a rope each side of her cunt
lips, and I used another one to fasten her arms, just like you did to Jill.
Then, I improvised and made it a little different: I hade her hold her
opposite elbows in her hands and rolled some more rope around her fists.  I
also added a little twist that she loves (and me too!): I tied a ten inch
long string to her big toes; this forces her to take little steps when she
walks.

   I then clicked the leash to to her thick dog collar that she had put
herself around her neck to prove her submission, and I walked her around
the house.  With her linked toes, she had to make fast short steps to
follow me, and this is a sure way to make her wet her thighs with pleasure
juices that pour down from her pussy!  (One of her most erotic pleasures is
to see a Japanese woman in traditional attire walk with short twisted
steps!).  Another difficulty she also craves and fears at the same time is
that her bondaged feet make it quite tricky for her to go up and down
stairs!

   She has to kind of jump from one stair to the other, and this makes her
tits and bottom bounce.  A few arrogant comments on my part about her
jumping flesh makes her blush and cream at the same time (which is a common
situation to her: usually, the redder her face, the wetter her pussy!). 
Indeed,when she is in a stairway, I don't hold her by the leash, but by an
arm to prevent her from hurting herself.  She often tumbles or misses a
stair, so I have to get a hold on her.  It is very hard for her to climb
the stairs in that situation, but she does it, and I'm not sure who derives
more pleasure from the experience!  I know that I love to see her so
dependant and vulnerable!  My erection is hard as steel all the while!

   I spend most of my time making fun of her or repeating how clumsy she
is! She acquiesces profusely, repeating from her own will: "Yes, I'm so
clumsy!  How can you bear to have such an incompetent wife!  Yes, I'm not
even able to climb stairs like a grown-up!  You are so generous to bear
with me!" If she misses a stair, I lightly slap her bottom with the tip of
the leash, or I pinch her round bouncing flesh!

   By the time we reach the top of the stairs, she repeats in a frenzy that
she loves me and that I can do what I want with her!  She is out of breath
and this is the best time to make her kneel down and suck me!  Her hard
breathing around my cock is very pleasant, but she has more to do before I
come in her mouth.  The other day, arriving upstairs, I noticed that her
skin was red at the contact of the rope, mostly her arms, over the elbow.
It must be because she moved her arms a lot to try to keep her balance. 
Usually, I only tie her wrists behind her back with a large silk scarf, so
there is not much friction (most of the time, she also wears her butt-plug,
and it makes it even harder to jump up or down the stairs.  But that day,
because the ropes were closing access to her anus, we left it aside).

   As she didn't complain or ask for relief, I took hold of the leash and
went on with the trip around the house.  I did as usual: we stop in each
room, and she has to kneel down by herself to suck me.And kneeling with
arms and feet in bondage is not easy.  She has to bend her knees, sit on
her ankles, then lean forward to let her knees reach the wooden floor. 
Sometimes she misses her landing and hits the floor on her bottom, or hard
on her knees!  If she falls and rolls on her back, I just make fun of her
and she must get up alone.  The more I laugh, the more excited she gets!

   Depending on my mood, I sometimes do not fasten her wrists to her elbows
behind her back.  In that case, she plays with her anal plug while she
sucks me, and she comes that way a few times when she is especially hot. 
That day, she had the ropes to help her get sensations around her genitals.
The orgasm she had was splendid: there she was in bondage at my knees, my
cock-head in her open mouth, still out of breath and moaning loud, saliva
trickling down her chin, shaking and undulating all over.  It was a good
and strong one that lasted a long time; she says that she dedicates it to
Jill because she had a flash that it was a strong black man who was holding
the leash instead of me at that moment, adding to her humiliation and
pleasure!

   I gave her no time to rest from her climax: this is part of our game. 
So, we headed to our bedroom where I had her prepare a chain of paper clips
to make it look like the splendid nipple clamps Jill wears in one pic (By
the way, where do you find these?  This is exactly what we are looking for,
with or without the chain that links the two clamps).  The result is not as
aesthetic as your clamps, but she looked even better now.  She had to kneel
again, and this time, I didn't try to hold back.  I came almost immediately
from the sight of my willing and obliging slave.

   She drank all my semen, letting me literally fuck her face.  It was so
good to look down at her to see her swallow with passion and to contemplate
her body adorned to please me.  When I was satiated, I pulled out of her
mouth and smiled at her.  I knew by now that her arms were in pain, so I
untied them and let her lay on our bed.  I made her open her legs as much
as she could with the toe-string and bend them over her chest to see how
her pussy was doing.  Her skin was red between her thighs where the rope
had been rubbing so I preferred to take it off there too.I rubbed some
cream around her pussy and in her anus, masturbating her gently with
patient fingers, taking my time until she was coming again.

   While we rested for awhile, we got high on a thing we love to do during
our B&D sessions: I made her express all the sensations she had experienced
during the last hour.  It is very sexy to hear her version of what she had
to do, especially when I correct her and make her use words that she tries
to avoid!  For example, if she says: "And when you took me from behind...",
I cry out:"I did what?!", and she shamefully admits: "When you fucked my
ass...".  I really get hot when she describes how humiliated she was during
a situation, or how she was surprised by one of my decisions, orders or
penetration.  She has a very sensual way with words and on such occasions,
she uses a cooing voice that makes me hard in a flash.

   This time, her way to explain her feelings with the new bondage
technique and her identification with Jill were very exciting, and I
decided that we would go on with more bondage.  I made her stand up and
flaunt her body to me, which she did in a playful way, dancing around the
place with her large silk scarf, only doing the little but graceful steps
that the toe-string allowed.  To make a change with the previous session, I
produced the butt-plug, and she eagerly bent forward to receive it into her
loins.  I also put the rope back on her arms, just above the elbows this
time instead of at mid-arms.  I also put back the paper clip chain on her
nipples now that they had some rest (I had taken them off while we were
speaking because they become painful and mark her flesh if she wears them
more than 15 minutes).  And she was ready to trot again!

   It was great to see her go down the stairs, jumping precariously from
one step to the next.  Then, I took her on a tour of the first floor with a
stop in the wash room where she had to pee in a small tin basin.  This is
quite humiliating for her because she must kneel over the little basin not
to spill any urine on the tiled floor (if she does, I make her wash it with
a dry linen that she holds in her mouth!).  The basin is very small and
only holds about half a bladder; so she must check to see that she doesn't
overflow it.  If this is about to happen, she has to hold her pee in
midstream.  Then, she has to pick up the can with her arms tied behind her
back, empty it in the toilet without spilling any during the short but
perilous transportation!  When this is done, she must put the can down, and
she can finish her peeing.

   One of her most stinging souvenirs happened about six years ago, before
we met out present swinging friends, when I made her perform that trick in
front of a dominant man we used to party with from time to time.  One of
his requirements was that Ginette was blindfolded during the time he was
with us ( not to keep a secret, but because it was an old fantasy of his;
Ginette knew perfectly well who he was), so it made it harder for her to...
hit the target!  Her arms were not tied at that time, but she had no right
to use her hands to find the can.

   She succeeded in straddling the can enough to sit on it and pee.  But
when she tried to get up, she spilled all the contents on the floor!  This
was when I had the idea to make her wipe it with a dry cloth that I planted
in her mouth.  The spot of urine was quite large, and her long hair soaked
in it as she lowered her face and started to rub the linen on the floor. 
This sight was too much for our friend who knelt behind Ginette and took
her like that, in a sensual rage.  They were both so horny that they came
very fast with a force that you only see in such situations.  There she
was, with her face in her own piss, her ass up in the air, shouting her
violent orgasm over the linen, with him planted deep in her pussy, coming
like crazy.  I was in heaven to be able to witness such a fantastic
pleasure, but I refrained from taking my turn in her cunt when I saw how
exhausted she was when he emptied in her.

   From then on, if Ginette feels trashy, she manages to spill some piss,
and we redo the same scene together!  But last evening, she was more
careful and she smiled shyly to me, indicating that she was preferring more
gentle attentions ( or she simply didn't want to clean the mess in her hair
and on the floor that this action implies!) (She says that she is just not
in the mood; she is tamer about Golden Showers after our adventure in
France...  but more about this later!).  So I took her to the sitting room
where she knelt again to suck me.

   If we had been in summertime, I would have taken her outside on the
gallery or in the back yard,as I sometimes do on the darker nights.  I love
to expose her in bondage that way, risking that someone may see her! 
Sometimes, she has to walk along the cedar fence until we reach a corner of
our property, and she has to piss standing up against it!  She loves to do
that!  When she is done, she begs me to take her, anyway, and I usually
sodomize her standing on the wet grass with the mosquitos feasting on our
butts!!!

   This last time, it ended the same way, but inside the house, without the
mosquitos, but also without the thrill of performing a dangerous mission!
She was glad to have the ropes removed, and she says that she prefers her
silk; the ropes are great for a short time, but they kind of burn when she
moves.  We did a short demonstration with them for our swinging friends
last week, and it was just right for the occasion: Ginette paraded with
them and we played the slave auction to know who would have her that night
(we give the money to a house for beaten and abused women!!!).  It all
lasted 20 minutes and it was perfect timing.  For the occasion, I had again
duplicated the way you had tied Jill on the photos you sent.

   I thought that you might be interested to know that Ginette has grouped
all of your pics in a special album that she keeps handy in our secret
hiding place, in the living room!  The first two pictures are the one with
your address on it, and the close-up of Jill wearing the nipple clamps. 
Since she read Jill's ad in HOT CHOCOLATE , she feels close to her and
loves to identify with her.  She wants me to write that she too feels her
heart beating faster when I translate her Jill's adventures with her black
lovers.

   She too would like to see a big black cock approaching her mouth with a
large ebony body towering over her.  She is curious about one fact that she
noticed: on
the pics, the guys cocks look much blacker than the rest of their body.

She wonders why, but I had no explanation handy!  You must know, so please
satisfy her curiosity!  She has two other questions (sorry if this section
looks sordid; it is because I'm adding it after I finished writing the
whole letter; while reading and translating it for to her she claimed she
had little chance to express herself sooner).  Her questions are: does Jill
let her black lovers come in her mouth?  And do you, Bob, make love to her
after you take the pictures with her lovers?  (She means: do you wait till
after they are gone, or do you take her while it is the black guy's turn to
look at you in action?).  (Now this makes a lousy transition with the rest
of the text, but I'm sure you understand!  After all, I'm not writing the
all American novel!!!).

   We hope that your heart will miss a few beats again while reading the
rest of what happened to us in France.  If it could only give you as many
ideas as you did with your pics and letter, then we would be very happy for
you!



   THE S/M PARTY



   Before we left the store, Patrick explained how we could join him in
case we would accept his invitation to participate in one or two orgies
with his group or others.  He agreed on our terms that we wouldn't touch or
be touched in any way by anyone, and that we would watch only.  His
condition was that we gave them a show at some time during the party,
preferably at the end.  Something in the mood of what had been done during
this afternoon in his back-store would be fine: "Your exhibition will be
quite tame compared to the things you will witness, but I'm sure that our
friends will appreciate it because, first, you are amateurs, and second,
because there is something naive and enthusiastic in your attitude!"

   I asked what kind of clothes would be best for the orgy, and he
explained that nobody as totally naked: masters and mistresses wear some
kind of leather pants or vest that expose their genitals;slaves wear rings
or jewels, also many kinds of leather bondage devices that cover or expose
parts of their bodies.

   Because we were not to participate physically, he exempted us from the
medical examination, so it meant that we would not have to be present many
hours in advance, like the others.  We would only join for the shower,
masters on one side, slaves on the other.  After the shower, the slaves dry
their masters and guests, then the dressing takes place, as the slaves help
the masters with their attires.After that, there is a line up when each
slave is set off with the chosen ornaments and given hers or his
instructions.

   Usually the master chooses the things his slave will wear, and the
"friends" )as he called the persons we referred to as "the customers")
watch or make suggestions according to their taste.  The orgy can begin
after that ceremony when a drawing determines who is first and who follows
at using the slaves.

   Patrick warned us that we would not know where the party was held, and
that we would be driven there in a closed but comfortable van: "We take
some risks holding such parties.  Because our friends pay to use the
slaves, the police could press charges against us for prostitution.  So the
utmost security and secrecy is necessary; this is also why you will be
searched in the van."

   I didn't like it too much, I mean that idea of not knowing where we were
being driven.  If anything happened to us, nobody could know where we were.
You know, we are always a bit paranoid in a foreign country!  I said so to
Patrick who laughed and said that we could give the address of the store
and his name to someone we trust before we leave to join the party.

   It seemed reasonable enough to me and Ginette nodded her agreement in my
direction.  Patrick noticed that sign, and said to me: "Now, I want to be
sure you understand where you are invited to: it is a place of obedience
and submission where slaves are severely treated, not a kinder-garden. 
There seems to be more complicity than obedience and discipline between
your slave and you.  This concerns me because we have reached many steps
higher with our slaves and our games are sometimes far out for people who
are not used to them.  I want to be sure that you will play the game,even
if you see more than you bargained for.  During the party, your attitude
must be one of a master,and hers, one of a slave, not tourists.  The way
you acted this afternoon lets me think that we are all going to benefit
from the party, so don't disappoint me!".

   I told him that I understood his feelings and that we were going to love
the party, even if we do not approve all of what we were going to see: "We
know that we will not appreciate the physical violence,for example, but I"m
sure we want to see it at least once with our own eyes!  Now, about the
complicity you noticed between my wife and me, it extends to our sexual
games.  My dominance, and her submission to games are not a way of life,
and I think it must be clear to you".

   He agreed, but cut short his answer because two men had entered the
store and were looking at books, obviously waiting for him for guidance. 
He gave us a phone number we were to call a few days later, and we left. 
Ginette was shivering, and yet, she admitted that she was excited beyond
reason!Because of the strikes, we had a hard time finding a cab, and during
the trip back to our hotel, she held my hand tight.  Back in our room, she
was still shivering.

   I asked her if she was OK, and she said that she loved the situation,
although she was kind of falling back to reality after what she had done in
the afternoon, and realizing what had happened: "It had been a long time
since I was treated that way in front of a total stranger; I was not
feeling nervous when it all happened, but I'm now!  Isn't that stupid!  I'm
only beginning to realize how you humiliated me in front of this man, how
much it felt natural in his environment, and how hot it made me!"

   I told her how pleasant it had been to dominate her and that I was
surprised how easily she had let me take control of her.  She answered:
"That is true!  I wanted it to happen!  It even felt right (not always
good, but right and kind of normal!) to bear the pain when you applied the
squeezers on my nipples!  And I was so horny when you put the chains on and
exposed me to him...!".

   "Your anus was very soft and compliant when I took you!  Maybe the
reason was because it was your second sodomy today, but I know when you are
horny enough to let a donkey enter your bottom!", I said, and she laughed,
blushing a little, too!  She said: "I can assure you that there was no pain
when you took me!  I don't think that there was another part of my body
that wanted you more than my anus this afternoon!"



   I asked how she felt back there after the excesses of the day, and she
just said as usual that this is not for me to worry: "This is my problem!
If you want me there again right now, just take me and make me come again!
Just take my body, and let me take care of it!", and she cuddled in my
arms! I often wonder how she can make such a liberal use of her anus, and
I'm concerned about the possible injuries or discomforts she might
encounter after a torrid Greek session; but her answer is always the same:
"This is my problem, not yours!  If I foresee a difficulty, be sure that
I'll warn you".

   Then, we made love again, but in a more conventional way, with lots of
tenderness, expressing our feelings and care.  During the meal that
followed, she only talked about the upcoming orgy.  She was in a real hurry
for it to happen.  Yet, she had to wait a few days, and me too, in growing
nervousness before the time came.

   We called Patrick, and he gave us an appointment near our hotel.  At 7
PM a light panel truck stopped next to us, and Patrick came out to salute
us; he invited us in by the side door, and we met a big guy inside, the
bouncer type!  He searched us with knowing large hands, and took our
personal belongings.  We couldn't see where we were going, although the
ride was very comfortable: there were deep seats in the cabin, but no
windows, and a partition separated us from the driver.

   Patrick chatted with me, but then again, he never addressed Ginette. 
After a rather long ride, we entered a building and the door opened.  We
were in a luxurious place, even if it was only the garage,and Patrick
rushed us to an elevator.  On the first floor, we went along a corridor,
turned a few corners and reached an indoor swimming pool.

   A big woman in her middle forties greeted me with a smile.  Patrick
introduced her as Mistress Lucienne, the keeper of the stable where his own
slave was serving.  She explained to me that she was going to take care of
my slave from now on, according to the agreement we had with Patrick.  She
was wearing a leather teddy that exposed her large aureoles and enormous
butt, and strange flat-heeled shoes that looked like arabic loafers.  She
fastened a handcuff over Ginette's wrist and drove her toward the showers.
I followed Patrick in the other direction, and we too entered a shower-room
like the ones you find in public baths.

   There were about 20 showers, next to a dressing room; we first undressed
and a naked male took my small bag that contained my and Ginette's party
clothes.  I discovered that Patrick was in excellent shape as were the
other three men who arrived.  Soon, the place was crowded with good humored
men, all of them over 40.  Some were not as fit as our host, three in
particular had large potbellies and bald heads.  I saw twins, two large
men, barely 40, trimmed and serious, who didn't mingle with the rest.

   Three women entered too, laughing and saluting everyone.  Two were
chubby like Lucienne, but one was slim and dry as a rope!  She had no tits
to mention, just two flat little pouches!  She was in her late 50's and the
others in their late 40's.  I was stunned and disappointed, and Patrick
must have seen the look on my face.  He laughed and said that these were
the Mistresses who had brought their male slaves to the party.  I just knew
that none of them were to my taste, and that it must be punishment indeed
to have to make love to these women!

   What surprised me most was the size of the men's cocks!  They were all
huge and I was feeling handicapped next to them!  As Ginette later noticed,
they were not that long, although probably in the 7 to 9 inch range.  But
they were all thick.  At that moment most were soft, but they however
looked big.The biggest were the twins, and they were hard as can be, as if
they had just been interrupted in the middle of a love session!  These two
knew what they wanted!

   They were the only ones that didn't salute me; all the others introduced
themselves and were very friendly.  I could hardly imagine them whipping a
woman or making her suffer!  When we all seemed clean, the doors opened and
a group of female and male slaves entered the room under the guidance of
Lucienne.  They were holding towels and started to dry us.  They were
outnumbered by three to one,so it took awhile.





   CONTINUED IN "G&G1B.TXT"



   (I know this part has been a bit "slow" - with a few interesting parts -
but the action is just starting to heat up!  Let the games begin!)



   Indeed, Ginette dried me and no one else.  Because she was finished
first, she had time to look at the scene and I saw her eating the displayed
cocks with her eyes!  She was standing in front of me, and I was holding
her by the neck with one hand.  She whispered to me that she was very
impressed by the sizes of the master's cocks, but that she found them much
older than us.  I made her laugh (she had to hide it indeed) when I told
her "What should I say!  Have you seen the mistresses!!!  The slaves are
not that young either!"

   In fact, I was a bit disappointed to see the physical condition of the
slaves.  They were all well over 40, and a few over 50, except for
Patrick's slave (who was never introduced to us any other way: Patrick's
slave!) who I recognized from the pictures and who was in her late
thirties. They were mostly pretty, but...  10 to 15 years older than me! 
In the dimmed light, their bodies looked nice...  for women their age!

   The fact that they had no pussy hair looked a bit strange on them.  I
caught a few glimpses of gold between their legs, but the rings that
adorned their pierced cunt lips were not obviously exposed except in two
cases: one had a fancy disk hanging from her left extended labia; the other
had a slim leather strap passing through four or five rings on each side

of her pussy before it was fastened around each thigh.  The straps were
knotted very tight and the effect was very impressing because it pulled a
lot on her lips.

   The rings on the slaves' nipples were very exciting.  They seemed to
take all the place at the tip of each breast!  All rings were large, mostly
about one inch in diameter, quite thick, and they were implemented
vertically at the base of the nipple.  A few slaves had other and smaller
vertically installed rings; they were linked together by a taut chain that
made them face each other; I noticed that only the older slaves wore the
vertical rings, and I concluded that this trick was used to give a firmer
look to their breasts.  Most of the others had studs or a very delicate
dangling gold chain in the vertical holes.

   One had studs that ended in two thick iron rings that were so heavy that
they pulled her tits down.  A small blonde, the prettier of the pack, had a
long nylon string through each vertical piercing; each was about five feet
long and had been glided halfway, so it was hanging down freely about her
as she moved; I couldn't wait to see where and how these imaginative
masters had planned to tie the strings.

   Some slaves had floppy tits, most had nice ones and the glitter of the
rings made me forget the sagging I could see!  When I got glimpses of their
butts though, I discovered a sight that wouldn't make the cover, or any
page, of any magazine!  What was not much to make me feel hornier were the
traces of whipping that were quite visible on their cheeks and backs.  What
I hated most about all of them is that they all had short, very short hair,
and it looked incongruous on women their age, especially because such a
treatment doesn't fit the shape of the face of many people.  I later
learned that for a year, the specialty of that particular stable had been
to offer bald slaves, but that the masters had grown bored with it; in the
state we saw them, the slaves had about 7 weeks of hair on their scalp
after they stopped shaving their heads.  Ginette considers that the
humiliation of having to shave her head would be too much for her!  She
said that she'd prefer to receive the whip than to have to shave all her
hair!  And this means a LOT!  YOU SHOULD SEE THEM IN ACTION

   Patrick must have guessed my feeling toward the physical condition of
the slaves because he came to me giggling and said: "You should see them in
action!  They will make you forget their age!..  We are ready to proceed,
so you will have a chance to appreciate them better.  Now, would you
prepare your slave here before we move to the next room to prepare ours?"

   I picked up the bag we had brought and produced the "clothes" we had
planned to wear: for me, the vest of a swallowtail coat (the best
translation I could find), for Ginette, a short black bolero that we
thought would be perfect for the evening: it was barely covering the sides
of Ginette's tits and enhanced them nicely.  She had also chosen to bring
her anal plug that she had brought with her from home.  While we "dressed",
Patrick started to introduce me officially to the group, explaining the
reasons and conditions I had agreed upon to join the party with my slave.

   Then, he ordered Ginette to kneel down, to lower her head and to pinch
her own nipples, extending them forward.  She obeyed without hesitating one
second, and she looked very sexy that way.  Taking a fistful of her hair,
but without pulling on it, he stated that "this slave is trained to
humiliation, but not to physical pain; I hope that she will change her mind
after seeing how much pleasure our slaves derive from the punishment of
their bodies; in fact, it is not important that she modifies her conduct
and submits to physical punishment: she is here to serve her master the way
he wants it.  Her docility is ridiculous compared to what we require of our
slaves; but I must say that according to what I have seen, she is a gifted
sodomite, who still has to stretch some more though.  You can see that her
body is pleasant, and it is interesting to see it in servitude".

   He turned to me, nodded, and let go of her hair; so I ordered Ginette to
stand up and prepare herself.  She was blushing to the tips of her nipples,
and with the flesh tone of a blond like she has, when she is red, she looks
like a boiled lobster!  Knowing her as I do, I knew that she was wetting
her cunt walls now, and that Patrick had pulled the right trigger!  He had
understood that a speech like this in front of an audience is a better way
to get her hot than the treatment he reserves for his own slave.

   Ginette obeyed me; under the hem of her bolero, she fastened the little
belt that holds the plug, then she bent forward for the fitting of the
dildo.  Her back made a right angle with her legs and she rested her hands
on her knees.  She had greased her anus and the plug before we left the
hotel, but after the shower she had to take and the through cleaning that
Lucienne supervised, all the KY had been rubbed off from her hole.

   She had been explained that in that stable, no lubricant was allowed on
the slaves for anal sex, except saliva or some lubricant one master might
want to put on his cock before penetration, So Ginette had to take off all
the KY she had pushed in her anus; using her fingers she had to search her
own asshole and rinse them with water under Lucienne's close inspection. 
What was left on the plug was a little short to ensure a comfortable entry,
but she made a point of honor not to show the little difficulty she
suffered!  Not knowing any of this, I entered the plug slowly but in only
one steady stroke; I must say that I never noticed a difference!  She is so
supple in that hole that entry was easy as usual!  I only learned about the
lack of lubrication much later, and the funny way Ginette told it to me was
not to give me remorse!

   For the moment, I was in heaven: I love to see the short sturdy plastic
tube enter her ass, and it felt even better to sense all those strangers
appreciating the sight with me!  I fastened the rear strap, and Ginette
took hold of the two front straps between her legs.  With a slap on her
ass-cheek, I signaled her to straighten up; she did, presenting me with the
straps that framed her cunt.  I made a show of installing them each side of
her pussy before I fastened the flat hook to the belt.

   Then, Patrick invited me to follow the group to the orgy room.  I was
fascinated by the place, and Ginette couldn't believe her eyes.  All sorts
of contraptions were installed all over a richly furnished hall and the dim
lights were calculated to spot each device.  The slaves were lined up,
females on one side, males on the other, and a strange ceremony took place
that was to determine who was going to take who.

   We never knew how they decided, but it seems that only a few people
wanted the same thing at the same time, so the choice was short and the
gang was divided into small groups, about one slave for three masters or
mistresses.  I saw Patrick's slave disappear with the twins in a room next
to the large one where we had gathered; I knew what they were up to, so I
told Ginette that I wanted to see them in action.  I made her walk in front
of me to admire the sight of her butt divided by the base of the plug that
protruded between them.

   The door was not closed, and the first thing that I noticed was the
large number of crystal water bottles that were scattered all over the
place, on each furniture.  Like in the other room, there were a few whips
and cat-o'-nine tails on the walls and chairs.  In the middle of the
thickly carpeted floor, the little brunette slave was kneeling in front of
a twin, sucking him to hardness, helping her mouth with both hands.

   The hardening cock looked enormous compared to her face, but it didn't
prevent her from deep-throating it every few strokes.  The man stood with
his legs apart, his fists on his haunches, looking down on the slave.  His
brother was gulping down a glass of water, then another one, as he watched
the scene.  He looked at me briefly, but didn't smile or nod as the other
masters did when my eyes met theirs.

   It was very impressive to see this little woman taking the thick cock
entirely down her face.  Her lips were distended, her jaws opened to the
fuller; the tension made the skin of her nose very taut, and this had a
fantastic effect on the ring she was wearing at the base of her nose
partition.  It was very visible that way and even more implicit of the
slavishness of her condition than her full mouth and submissive pose.

   The master took hold of her head and fucked her throat with a succession
of hard strokes that made Ginette shiver and moan next to me.  But the
slave didn't even wince and he pulled out with a loud wet noise.  Slings of
saliva poured out of the slave's mouth; with a natural gesture, she
collected them with her index and middle finger, and reaching backward, she
rubbed the liquid between her ass-cheeks.

   I was very curious to see her anus, but I didn't dare enter the room: if
the twins had decided to seek the intimacy of a separate room, it meant
that they were not willing to have a voyeur enter their game!  All the
while, the other twin had been drinking water, one glass after the other,
slowing down after the third one.  He handed one glass to his brother who
was now behind the slave and who drunk the water.  And without more
preparation, that man just pointed his fat cock between the halves of the
offered bottom and pushed.

   He was obviously fucking her ass, but from the force and speed of the
penetration, I wondered for one second if he had not decided for her pussy
instead.  But the cry uttered by the slave and her jump forward confirmed
that he had brutally invaded her rectum.  Ginette's mouth was open wide as
she witnessed that assault; still now, she only believes it because she saw
it.  Brave and knowing as she is about sodomy, she never thought that it
was possible to take someone anally that hard, and with so little
lubricant, without killing him or her!

   I was stunned too!  It took him less than a second to be planted to the
hilt in her back door!  You must also remember that this guy was not
endowed like the average male, and that the only visible lubrication used
was some saliva!  The girl was holding her head down between her arms as if
she had been struck by a terrible force; we could hear her breathing hard
and moaning at the same time.  She was on all fours and her limbs were
trembling a little.  My eyes were mostly attracted by her small tits that
dangled under her chest, with the rings and little chains that were more
visible now that her nipples were very hard.

   The other man approached with a short riding whip, and he switched the
slave's back with it.  Ginette's shriek was louder than the slave's, who
lifted her head.  She had her eyes tightly closed in a painful grimace. 
Her mouth was wide opened on her cry, and the guy abruptly entered her
throat until his belly pushed on her ringed nose.

   As if it had been a signal, the twin in her ass started to fuck the
slave as brutally as he had entered her, and he started to come after only
ten violent strokes.  All the while, the one in the slave's mouth had held
her head by the ears, still pushing his cock all the way in her face.

   His brother pulled out with one stroke, and went to a table to drink a
glass of water, then another one, and so on.  By then, the tortured throat
had been freed, but the slave stayed in position while the man made her
turn around, to present her ass to his cock.  When her body rotated, her
anus passed in front of my eyes, and I was able to have a glimpse of it.  I
saw a large ring of pink flesh bordered by pink folds that had not closed
down yet, and that, apparently were not going to be able to have a chance
to tighten up for some time!

   After moving on her hands and knees under the guidance of the master,
the slave was now presenting her rump to him.  Like his brother, he took
her asshole with the same violence that drew a sharp cry from her.  Then,
he started to fuck her more gently, pinching her ass cheeks and slapping
them.  His brother knelt in front of the slave, presenting his soiled and
limp penis to her mouth.  She took him in, and sucked his cock until he was
all the way in.  I clearly saw her throat start to move up and down, and
understood that he had started to urinate in her mouth!

   Ginette had not noticed it at first, and when I mentioned it to her, she
looked at me bewildered!  But she had to admit the reality.  The guy pissed
during what I think was 15 seconds, then he started to fuck her throat in
time with his brother who was now ramming her ass.  This one came fairly
quickly too, and he emptied her rump in only one stroke before he reached
for the glass of water.

   His bladder was certainly beginning to be full, because he shivered and
went back to his place behind the slave.  His brother was hard by now, and
the girl had to crawl around again; she had not been in place for more than
five seconds before the guy behind her was in her ass again to the hilt,
and the other one in front of her was in her mouth!

   We were stunned!  This time, she had to drink during a long time, about
30 seconds, and she spilled some piss over her chin, obviously out of
breath.  We could not believe that the man's reaction to that was to pull
his still dripping cock out of her mouth and to slap her face hard twice.
Ginette moaned her disapproval, and I pinched her to silence her.  The man
put his cock back in the slave's mouth and resumed pissing.  Her cheeks
were red from the hard blows, and her body shaking from the strong strokes
of the man in her ass.  Now you can understand how dumfounded we were when
the slave showed the significant signs of an orgasm!

   While she was coming very hard, the man in her ass ejaculated; he was
less violent now and took his time before he pulled out of her.  But now
the other twin was hard again, and the poor slave had to rotate once more.
We saw her asshole when it passed in front of us, and it looked a bit
inflamed.  Her spincter had not closed down, showing lots of pink flesh and
letting a torrent of semen run down between her cunt lips.

   As soon as she was in place, the man behind her entered her asshole once
again, his hard cock coated with only her saliva.  She made a face that
indicated how tired her round muscle was by now, even more so when the
master plunged in her with the same violence as before.  Before long, the
penis that had just left her rump was in her mouth and down her throat; her
forehead was bumping on the man's belly as the twin in the back was
sodomizing her heartily.

   Then we clearly noticed when the slave's mouth started to be drenched
with piss!  She was drinking steadily, breathing noisily with her nose
between each gulp.  This time, she didn't spill any because the guy's cock
was much softer and allowed her to breathe.  He was over before his
brother. He pulled out and went to rest on a couch, looking intently at the
action.  His penis was limp, but still somewhat congested.

   The other master was not looking tired at all!  Ginette whispered that
the poor slave must have suffered from the friction of this large and dry
prick after the violent assaults she had surrendered to.  The man made a
sign to his brother who stood up and approached the couple with a short and
fat whip.  Ginette hid her face against my breast when his arm went down on
the slave's shoulders.  The noise was horrible and Ginette jumped when the
leather hit the flesh.

   The slave only moaned, and it took five more blows before she started to
react.  The man was now hitting her waist, leaving trails of red marks on
her back.  The next time the whip cracked on her rump, the slave started to
come.  It was beautiful and savage to see her undulate under the blows and
the faster strokes of the cock in her ass.  The whip was hitting her even
harder now, and the woman seemed to be very stimulated by the terrible
action.  If this was a faked orgasm, she was a tremendous actor!

   Ginette was looking again now, after she had heard the unmistakable
cries and moans of a coming female!  She was shocked but fascinated at the
same time.  When the slave's orgasm showed signs of extinction, the
whipping stopped, and this is when the other twin came in her bowels.  He
stayed a long time straddling her, catching her breath, but she didn't move
an inch before he freed her.

   He rolled over on his back, and sat next to his brother on the carpet.
The slave slowly gathered her limbs and stood up unsteadily.  She had
battered eyes, and she looked exhausted.  She tumbled up on her legs,
looked at us and smiled weakly.  Not even blushing, she rubbed her lips
with her forearm to wipe out wet traces left by the men.  She was so
exhausted that she looked drunk.

   She stirred and we had a good glimpse of the tattoo that was visible
just above her ringed clit, on her shaved pube.  It looked like gold
initials artistically entwined in a royal blue blazon.  Then, she passed in
front of us and went down the corridor to what looked like the toilet door.
When she browsed past us, her body smelled strongly of semen, sweat, piss
and the musky odor of a well fucked and still open asshole.

   I followed her, deciding to get a good look at her raped anus.  When I
reached the door, I heard her vomiting, so I stayed outside; suddenly,
Lucienne was on my side, and she said: "This slave deserves some rest now.
Maybe you could have a glimpse of what is happening to the others?".  "I
just want to see her anus now, then, I'll leave her alone", I answered. 
The mistress smiled and pushed the door.

   The slave looked at us with surprise when we entered the large tiled
bathroom, but she didn't hesitate at all when Lucienne ordered her to
present her rump and spread her buns.  Semen was still trickling down from
the slack folds of the stretched hole.  The anal mouth looked large, very
large, and it was hard to imagine that it would get back in shape.  My
impression was that it looked devastated, but the slave contracted her
muscle that winked and showed signs of a more normal anus!

   The flesh was red and inflamed all around, and I couldn't believe my
ears when the mistress said that we should let the slave rest now because
she only had 15 minutes of respite before she had to serve the twins for
the second identical part of the session!  Ginette was feeling sorry for
the other girl, and she still swears that she could never be greeked that
way, so hard and dry, even with all her training.

   When she drove us back to the main room, Lucienne knew how we were
feeling because she reassured us (although she was only addressing me!)
about the slave's fate: "She has been through it more than a hundred times
in the last three years, although the sessions were shorter before, and she
enjoys it.  She has been serving these two masters almost every week the
same way you saw tonight for that long.  They bought her to use as they
please one day a week.  Usually, their sessions are private, but the
masters decided to rent that slave one more day this week in honor of your
visit!

   I must say that they are particularly cruel this evening with her.  But
don't be afraid!  I know how hard she can come when she is excited, and I
can assure you that she has her best orgasms in such situations; this
female loves to drink piss, and she has been drinking her own long before
she was ordered to do it by another person!!!" "Why was she vomiting,
then?" I said doubtfully.  "Just like the Romans did: to make room for
more! And it is not really healthy to digest so much urine, so she has been
instructed to throw it out, as much as possible, when she is made to drink
it by the liter!", laughed Lucienne.

   "And what about her anus, then?  It looks so distended that I doubt that
she can trust her spincter any more!  And she is not even finished with the
twins according to what you said: they are going to ruin her", I protested.
The mistress laughed, and answered me teasingly: "They are not the only
culprits for the loose state of her asshole!  She has been following a
strict stretching program for nearly two weeks; it is starting to pay off,
because yesterday, I was able to enter five fingers in her rump, but she
needs to be softened a little more: I had to stop just short of pushing the
last knuckle in!"

   I remembered that Patrick had mentioned it, but I was skeptic: "But she
must have problems with her daily duties with a hole that distorted!". 
"She would if we were feeding her with fruits and bran cereals!!!  But she
is on a light constipating diet for the duration of the program.  After she
has let my and her master's fist in her bowels, her spincter will not need
to be kept in continuous stretching.  That way, her anus will be broken in,
but she will then follow a squeezing program.  In three weeks, she will be
able to hold a tooth pick or allow my forearm to enter her bottom!!!", said
the cheerful mistress!

   I had the sentiment that I was dreaming.  Confronted with the reality of
S&M, I realized how far from the real facts we were during our fantasies.
Talking and writing about a very brutal sodomy, large cocks and dildos or a
slave drinking urine is fun and exciting; but witnessing it happening in
front of your own eyes, especially in such a brutal way, hearing the
noises, and smelling the bodies and secretions was something else.  I had a
hard-on that wouldn't quit and Ginette was wet as can be, and yet I was not
that sure that I liked the scene.

   As for Ginette, she now says that she was horrified but horny, unable to
admit that these things were actually happening and that she was there to
see them!  She couldn't help from crying and being revolted to see a woman
who was treated the way that slave was; but she was stunned by the obvious
fact that the woman had been deriving pleasure, and lots of it, from that
very treatment.

   We both had many fantasies about such parties, but we had to admit that
the verification of real action mostly dismayed us!  This was not something
out of our imaginations; on the contrary, it was happening in front of our
eyes, and we could see, hear, smell, and almost touch it!  There was a
feeling of uncertainty in this place that overwhelmed us, me more than
Ginette in some ways (because she had fantasized more than me about such
things), and what we discovered in the orgy room was not what we needed to
bring us back to reality!

   In the middle of the place, a male slave was tied to a large wooden X.
His wrists and ankles were secured with a rough kind of rope.  He had a
solid erection, but a thin string was knotted around his cock-head, just
under the rim, elongating it, and the other extremity was going to the
ceiling where it passed through a pulley before it hung down with a 5 kilo
(10 pounds!) weight fixed to it!  The knob of his cock was enormous and
blue, but nobody seemed to care.

   An enormous plastic dildo was sticking out of his asshole; what we could
see of it was certainly as thick as Ginette's forearm, and it was resting
on a small angled platform nailed to the middle of the X.  The slave, who
seemed to be in his early 40s, was blindfolded and a gag was made out of a
big rubber ball filled his mouth.

   As I was inspecting the tip of his prick that looked as if it was going
to be ripped out of him, a mistress came to him, and fixed pliers on his
nipples.  He twisted about, and moaned under the gag as loud as he could
from the pain; but she just produced a cutter and I shivered!  She
approached his cock-head with the dangerous tool, but it was to artfully
cut the string that was tied around the head.  With her other hand, she
took hold of the weight before it fell down.

   The slave's cock stayed up, and it turned purple as blood resumed its
circulation.  It seemed very painful to the man, although we could see
seminal fluid running out of the little hole.  When this was done, the
woman left him and returned to the trio where she sat back on a female
slave's face.

   That slave was in a hard position because only her head and her bottom
were supported by two small stools.  She laid face up, and her arms were
pulled down; her wrists were bound to the legs of the stool near the floor.
At the other end, the same treatment was reserved for her ankles, but they
were tied near the top of the stool to better open her legs.  Her full tits
were pulled down on each side of her chest by weights attached to her
nipple rings, and they were swinging in rhythm with the slow strokes of a
man who was fucking her pussy.

   Kneeling between the slave's thighs, he was obviously savoring the sight
of his cock entering and leaving the ringed pussy.  He was pulling out
slowly, and I was able to contemplate the rings moving out along his cock,
following the moves of the quite large pussy lips.  Like him, I was
fascinated by the tattoo that was covering all the surface on the right
side of her pussy.  It represented a black chain that seemed to link the
rings in her cunt lips.  Above that drawing, infamous words were exposing
her condition: "Esclave ouverte" (Open slave!)

   The man had his eyes glued on her genitals, and he was pushing back
faster, more eager to see the outgoing moves that were spectacular indeed.
He had a thick cock, and was built; his hands looked enormous on the
slave's knees that were spread wide.  He was probably in his mid 30s and
handsome.  He also was the least cruel man in the room (not counting me!);
his fun mostly was to observe the pierced holes in the female slave's
bodies.

   Ginette watched him during the party (because she loved his body and the
way he took his pleasure): after making love to that slave, he rested for
awhile playing gently with the tits of a slave who had three rings in each
nipple (one large horizontal at the base, a smaller diagonal in the middle,
and a tiny vertical very close to the tip) while the skinny mistress was
slowly fist-fucking her pussy.  Then he went to the oldest slave.

   He made her deep throat him as he stood in front of her and played with
the rings in her nose and ears.  Ginette was fascinated to see his very
thick cock disappear easily all the way down the slave's mouth now and
then. The slave took her time, showing great knowledge in cock sucking, and
he seemed to appreciate her technique!  She let him fuck her face when he
was ready to come, and Ginette heard him thank the slave when he was
finished!  He patted his partner's large bottom and went to another slave
to receive a massage.

   Later, Ginette saw him taking his turn to Greek a slave who was only
used that way all evening.  Before the beginning of the orgy, I had spotted
that woman because of her very wide hips and round ass.  She was very
pretty, and had narrow shoulders with smallish tits.  She was wearing two
nose rings, one in each nostril, and they were linked to her earrings by a
small, loose gold chain.  He pussy lips were thick and elongated; but what
made them even more special was the large number of rings that adorned them
from the clit all the way down to her asshole.

   She had about twelve on each side, large ones and small ones, and they
were all linked two by two each side of her pussy.  That way, her cunt
entrance was hermetically sealed!  That left her anus exposed in the
position they had bound her: she was on her knees, legs apart, and a
leather strap was holding her neck and shoulders down on the bench she was
tied to.  Her head was turned to the left side, and each time I came to see
her, she had an ecstatic expression on her face!

   When I had first seen her standing in the shower room, I had discovered
that she had a great round ass and that she was branded.  In that position,
her rump looked even more fantastic!  Imagine two half moons of firm flesh
shrinking to a narrow waist; thin but round thighs to hold that temple, and
a permanent sway from that rump that was a call not one male resisted
(except me!).  Two initials, about a half inch high, were branded in the
skin of the inside of her left cheek: HC.

   Contrary to what I thought, it was very clean, and even elegant.  The
letters were slim and curled, and only the depth of the brand betrayed the
suffering that slave had endured to express the eternal servitude she
devotes to her master.  The way the "C" was put, the lower branch stopped
only 1\4 of an inch from the rim of her anus!  It was curled and pointed
like an arrow, indicating the way to her offered orifice.  The letters were
not tall, but they had been carved deep in the slave's flesh, like two
perfectly chiseled jewels.

   Looking closer, I also discovered a very tiny tattoo at the top of the
crack of her butt.  It looked like two circles, but it was writing in
miniature letters that read: "Utilisez cet anus a' votre convenance" (Use
this anus to your convenience!).  From what I saw that night, everyone
answered to that invitation!  All 17 or 19 of the masters took turns in her
asshole at some time during the party!  She had the same ecstatic smile
from the first to the last cock!  Surprisingly enough, the anus itself was
not large or distended like like the one on Patrick's slave.

   I asked Patrick if that slave was anally fist fucked, and he assured me
that she was, even that he had done it to her more than six times!  Yet,
her hole was still small and tight thanks, he said, to the hard exercises
the slaves have to follow daily.  It was not really small, but perfectly
round and tight, not indicating how supple it was.  Knowing me, you can
guess that I spent quite some time near that slave!  I pulled myself a
chair behind that rump and watched for awhile, Ginette kneeling at my feet,
not missing a stroke too, as excited as me by the non-stop action!

   We saw four males fucking that offered asshole, and a probably similar
number had used it before we came to see her.  Semen was literally pouring
out of the flooded bowels when no cock was obstructing the round hole, and
Ginette was salivating from the sight of her new favorite but forbidden
delight!

   A nice smiling man came to me when he saw that I was very much
interested in this action, and he introduced himself as Henri, the master
of that slave.  We had a nice chat and he told me how his wife and he
discovered their taste for S&M shortly after they married 25 years ago (she
was 18 then and he was 22).  For ten years, they kept her voluntary slavery
and their games to themselves until he met a woman who dominated her
husband.  They decided to join their knowledge, but never swapped.  They
looked at only how the other used his or her slave.  The mistress
introduced him to other dominants, and it was the start of a new life for
he and his wife.

   He said that the crucial point in his relationship with his slave
happened seven years ago when he gave her for the first time to be fucked
by another man, in exchange for this man's slave.  They both enjoyed the
experiment, and soon joined a club as selective as the one we were with. 
His slave took the rhythm really fast because her training had been hard
and severe from the first year of her dedication to his will.

   He had started to pierce her nipples and pussy lips himself from the
time she was 25, so only secondary infibulation was necessary to complete
the ritual when they joined the club.  The only difference between his life
in the club (she was not part of the stable: they have kids, and she stays
home) and her former slavery was that she had to shave her genitals (and
later her hair; she then used to wear wigs in public); also, she was
whipped more often, harder, and on more sensitive parts of her body.  But
he said that she didn't complain when the weekly whipping became a daily
chore, as long as he was the one to perform it.

   He was very eager to talk more about that aspect of their relationship,
but the subject was not of much interest to me.  Just seeing the traces of
the leather instruments on the slave's back and thighs uneased me, so I was
not ready to hear about how brave she was and how pleasant it was for him!
Instead, I diverted the conversation toward the branding and anal sex
(indeed!).

   He said that it is quite rare for a master (or mistress) to perform the
branding, tattooing, and piercing of his (or her) slave.  Usually, and it
was true for all the other slaves in the room, a specialist is called to
practice those delicate interventions that need a steady and expert hand.
The master only participates in being present, or symbolically holding his
slave.

   In his case, he was proud to mention that he had done all the
"presentation" (that is the word he used.  I don't know if it has the same
meaning in English; we use that word to talk about the way someone will
work with mannequins in windows of shops that sell clothes!) on his slave.
Even the tattoos he said were his work (We later discovered that she had
another mini tattoo that said: "Proprie'te' de HC" inside her right ankle,
circling under the protruding bone).

   To brand her, he had a special tool made with his entwined initials. 
Usually, the mark is a round piece of iron molded to the shape of the
drawing or letters.  He had it done another way: it was a flat and sharp
sheet of iron that was folded so that the extremities would form his
initials.  This allowed for a very thin design, but it also implied that
the tool would thrust deeper.

   When he had told her that he had decided to brand her, she had thanked
him heartily.  Pleased by her attitude, he gave her the choice where the
red hot iron was to scar her flesh forever.  But she spent the next night
trembling and crying.  "I couldn't sleep with all her squirming and
sobbing, and when I asked her what was the matter, she answered that she
had chosen the place where she was to be branded, and she suggested that a
kind of arrow would point to her anus, right to the middle of the hole!".

   But Henri consulted a doctor who knew all about them.  (Just seeing her
for her regular check ups and pregnancies, he couldn't miss the obvious
signs of her slavery).  The an warned him that this would injure her for
the rest of her life because the burning iron over the spincter could cut
the muscle!  So they agreed that the brand would stop at the rim of the
muscle.  When I heard this, I probably had my mouth wide open, but not a
word was uttered by me: I had lost my speech capability for many minutes!

   On the chosen day, he prepared a solemn ceremony that drove her to lay
over a beam tied to it so tightly that she couldn't move a muscle.  Using a
pain killer was out of the question; using his free hand to keep her flesh
as taut as possible, he aimed carefully and pushed the sharp and white hot
instrument into her skin.  He said that the poke was short to help him aim
easily, and the branding tip was so hot that he burned his finger! 
According to him, the hissing sound, the smell, and the dying shriek of his
wife made him come on the spot, rubbing his erupting cock along her bent
leg!!!  END OF PART TWO SEE G&G1C FOR THE CONCLUSION OF THIS LETTER !

   He assured me that this moment was the most powerful in his life, and I
believe him!  He still managed to keep his head clear and count to five
before yanking the iron out: "If you stay too long, the iron cools down and
it sticks to the burned flesh.  You make a bad wound when you finally
retrieve it.  If you do not stay long enough, you have to do it all over
again and the result is ugly", he mentioned as if he was talking about
painting his fence!

   He also realized that his slave had fainted, and he followed the medical
advice concerning the precautions to take after the operation.  She spent
two days in pain, laying on her belly.  Walking was hard for three weeks.
and going to the toilet was agony to her.  Imagine what it would have been
if he had gone through with her suggestion to brand part of her anal hole!

   He had also done all the holes in her body: pussy and nipples.  She
performed the piercing in her nose herself as a surprise present to him for
his 35th birthday!  In fact, this woman has strange ideas concerning
birthday presents: once she offered him spikes, another time it was a
splendid whip, and last year, she had managed to enroll a promising young
(31) neighbor whom he has started to train gently.  He was planning to
pierce her first nipple soon, and it is probably done by now!

   Concerning anal sex, the talkative man said that his wife was a virgin
when they met and later married.  A severe upbringing had kept her away
from "temptations".  But she was, and still is, very hot.  During their
honeymoon, she wore him out!  During the first week he took all her
cherries; the exploration of her back door by his fingers didn't frighten
her, and she willingly opened it to his cock.  It was a very powerful
experience for her, and he later made her confess that he was not really
the first in that passage!

   She admitted that to preserve her hymen ( he had the possibility to
visually verify that she was a real virgin in her pussy before he entered
her there, as he sucked her), she had satiated her hunger for penetrations
by entering candles and other phallus objects in her anus while she was
masturbating the surface of her pussy.  She had done that since age 15 and
this long practice had made her spincter quite supple and addicted indeed!

   To "punish" her for that, he pretended to spank her, and the rest is
history for that couple!  After that, Greek was a frequent way they made
love.  He even told us that after the birth of their third kid in four
years, they resorted to it for three years as a birth control method. 
During that time, they only used her mouth and mostly her asshole during
their embraces!  When they started to use her pussy again (with condoms),
it was a second honeymoon for them!!!

   They also have lots of imagination, he said, and their relationship was
torrid from the first day, and still is.  He assured me that he had started
to fist fuck her pussy on her thirtieth birthday, and her anus the next
year.  They worked bigger and bigger objects in her until he was able to
enter his hand!  And believe me, you wouldn't guess it from the size of her
pussy and anus.

   This man was obviously proud of his slave, and when I asked him if he
was not worried that so many men taking turns in her asshole would ruin
her, he laughed and said that she could take twice as many!  I seriously
doubt it, although by this time, at least eight men had fucked her back
door, and it looked fresh and pink, as if only one had!  Right now, no one
was taking her, and she had the same satisfied and pretty smile on her
face!

   Semen was flowing down from her relaxed anus, and a puddle of it had
formed under her.  Ginette was fascinated by that, but the hungry glimpses
she sent me were not even considered!  The master excused himself and told
me he had to change the position of his slave so that she could move her
muscles.

   He gently untied her and helped her up.  It was painfully hard for her
to stand up after being bent in the same position for so long.  He made her
flex her muscles and do some exercises like kneeling and extending her
whole body.  This was accompanied by many wet farts that had her blushing;
more semen was now running down her legs.  Holding her by one hand and
slapping her behind, he made her run in circles.  It was rather ridiculous
to see this nearly mature woman bounce around, but it was part of her
humiliation and Ginette appreciated it as such.  She found this much more
human and exciting than the whip a male slave was receiving behind us.  The
poor man was shouting in pain and we didn't dare look.

   In front of us the couple was still exercising and after awhile he took
her by one of her nipple rings and made her kneel in front of me, next to
Ginette.  She bowed her head and he made her say that she was a slave
dedicated all the way to all the persons in this room, even to other
slaves. He had a hand on her head and prompted her to answer when I asked
how many cocks had entered her behind tonight.

   "Nine", she said with enthusiasm, and when I inquired how her muscle was
feeling after such an ordeal, she smiled and answered; "Ready and devoted
to please the nine...  or ten....(a glimpse toward my cock!) others!".  Her
master laughed and pulled her up by the arm.  He drove her back to her
bench and tied her again in the same position that reduced her to her only
purpose tonight: an offered rump.

   A tall man approached her from behind and with a deep voice, thanked her
master.  His very thick cock (at least two inches wide) opened her slowly
and he started to sodomize her with soft strokes.  He pulled his head back,
closed his eyes, and proceeded to paw her ass cheeks quite roughly.  The
powerful massage turned into a hard kneading that was leaving traces of his
digging fingers on her white flesh.

   The contrast between the slow pistoning of his cock and his brutal
manipulation of her two half moons was exciting and she was moaning her
pleasure - pain under such treatment.  When he had left her, she had come
twice, and her bottom was bright red!  Her hole took longer to close back
and large gushes of sperm ran down along her sealed - up pussy lips when
she contracted her spincter a few times.

   I was still contemplating that delicious sight when Patrick came to us
and invited me to witness a discipline session.  I was reluctant, and
Ginette more than me, but we followed him to the center of the room where a
plump woman was standing naked and squirming.  She was blindfolded and her
hands were tied to a hook in the ceiling.  She had to hold her arms high in
the air and her feet were resting in a pail of cold water.  Our host
explained to us that she would have to receive double treatment with the
whip if she happened to overthrow the bucket!

   All her rings had been taken from her body, and this left distended
holes in her nipples.  A pierced nipple without it's rings looks a lot like
a pierced ear lobe without earrings, and I don't find it too pretty.  It
was more obvious in her case as she had been wearing large rings and the
vacant holes were big.  I also noticed that even if the piercing was
important, both vertically near the tip and horizontally near the base, the
flesh in the middle of the nipple seemed to fall down, and I couldn't see
the light through the holes.  I don't know why I expected to see through
her skin as though through a keyhole!

   Her tits were gorgeous, big and firm, especially in that position with
her arms stretched high over her head.  Unfortunately, they were marked by
two mean looking blue lines that criss-crossed her chest.  I couldn't see
her genitals, but two little holes were visible near the top of her pussy,
just above her clit.  Why, I don't know, but these two holes looked sexier
to me than the ones in her nipples!  The flesh was not so wrinkled there
and the wound was neater and cleaner: two nice holes that looked natural in
her epilated skin!

   The slave was shivering and she had goose-bumps all over her chubby
body. We don't know if it was in fear of the whipping to come or from the
cold water her feet was soaking in.  She was also breathing very hard,
letting the air hiss as it went noisily through her clenched teeth.  Her
lips were curled and her nostrils were flared.  She was waddling in her
bucket and I noticed that she kept her thighs together the way a woman does
when she is excited or...  has to pee!

   So I kneeled down and verified that she was excited.  Her pussy lips, at
least the part that I could see thanks to the fact that no hair hid them,
were shining with juice.  I was able to see more piercing holes in her
genitals.  The smaller ones looked like the holes in her lobes and nipples:
not too pretty.  I also had glimpses of two other holes that were much
larger, as if they had been punched out of the flesh.

   Noticing my interest, the slave's master kneeled next to me and smiled.
He took hold of the naked pussy lips with two fingers and the slave jumped
from the surprise of being touched.  The man spread the lips like the wings
of a butterfly and proudly showed the numerous infibulations.  Reaching for
the two larger holes, he pushed the tip of his index finger in them and
they appeared through the holes in the dark pink flesh!

   Reaching higher, he opened the small labia and exposed a quite large
clit.  Uttering his first words, he said with a deep and enchanting French
southern accent: "Son clitoris aussi est perc'e!  Elle vient a' chaque fois
que je pose ou que j'enle've son anneau!" (Her clit is pierced, too!  She
comes every time I install or remove the ring!).  I didn't see the hole,
but Ginette who was on both knees next to me saw it and was impressed.  She
wonders how a woman can suffer to have such a sensitive organ pierced! 
(Just as I wonder how the male slaves could bear to have the knob of their
cocks pierced!  The foreskin ....  that must not be too bad ....  but the
head!  Ouch!)

   Next to us a smallish man in his fifties was waiting patiently, twisting
a short supple whip in his hands.  He was nervous and very excited as we
all could see from the enormous erection he sported!  The man had a huge
cock compared to his general build and it was swaying heavily perpendicular
to his belly.  Laughing at our bewilderment, the slave's master stood up
and invited the other sadist to proceed with the punishment of his slave.
He mentioned that she had displeased him during the week, and as such, she
had been designated as the victim of the orgy.

   The first three strokes left red hollow marks on the slave's back, but
she only groaned.  I know I would have been dying in pain if I had been in
her place, but she was obviously used to such treatments.  This was not the
case with Ginette, who sobbed noisily with each stroke.  When the whip hit
the slave's tits, flaying the fragile skin, the poor woman shouted her
violent pain.  Ginette shouted louder, and started to cry!  I had to take
her out of the room and drive her to a distant bedroom.

   She was crying and expressing her revolt, and I must say that I was very
moved too.  Reading things like that in porno and S&M books like the Story
of O is one thing witnessing it is another cup of tea!  I was shaking all
over, and I was glad my wife had given me the opportunity to escape from
the main room!  I comforted her the best I could under the circumstances
and I asked if she wanted to leave.  "If they go on with other things like
that, we might as well", she said.

   Patrick had warned us that such a corporal punishment with a whip was
scheduled and he had assured us that there was going to be only one.  "A
few strokes may be applied during the evening, but not under the same
conditions as the grand whipping itself.  After that event, no more
whipping is given, except in cases of disobedience," were his own words. 
So I proposed to Ginette that we stay a bit longer to see what was going to
happen next.  For the moment, though, I said we might as well rest a little
and ponder the incredible things that had happened in front of our eyes.  I
was holding her close to me and she calmed down before she agreed to wait
and see.  "We still owe them a show, and I'm horny as hell", I told her. 
This broke a smile across her face that was drenched with tears and she
hugged me tight.

   It took us a long time to calm down and recover from the shock.  Today,
I regret that I didn't go back and fill my eyes with more of the other
things that happened after we left, because the beating lasted only one or
two minutes (the whipped slave must have thought it MUCH longer ...!) and
more casual actions took place when it was over, but at that moment I
needed to pause as much as Ginette.

   From the room we were in we couldn't hear much of the fun the others
had, except a few louder cries and moans.  When Ginette seemed quieter, I
told her that I wanted to go back to the main room.  She agreed, and I made
her pass first because I love to see her walk in front of me when she wears
her anal plug.  She kind of pushes her bottom backward and spread her
thighs in a sexy way: this makes her sway her ass more than usual with each
step.

   When we reached the orgy room, three slaves were gone: Patrick's, the
one with the offered asshole, and the one who had been whipped.  The others
had to work harder to satisfy the masters and mistresses.  Many female
slaves were in the middle of three-way action, with a man occupying each
love hole at the same time; others were sandwiched, and the male slaves had
their anus and mouth busy, simultaneously by either a cock or a pussy.

   One of them was in the position we like: laying on his back, his legs
bent backwards over the sides of his chest, offering his anus to a large
man.  The ugliest mistress was sitting on his face, and she was tormenting
his cock with a big chain she had twisted over his erection.  She was
coming the moment we entered the room and she was also pulling hard on the
chain.  Another male slave was in the same position, but his two partners
were men who were fucking his mouth and asshole with very strong strokes
that drove them to the hilt in his body.  They were considerate enough to
masturbate him at the same time, and we saw them all come together.

   Patrick was tit - fucking the slave with the biggest boobs.  She, too,
was on her back and he was straddling her, facing her pussy.  She was
probably sucking his anus and balls as he was pistoning between the large
soft globes.  He was holding two of the large rings that pierced her
nipples, the left ring in his right hand and the right ring in his left
hand.  That way, he crossed the nipples, pulling on the rings to squeeze
his penis in the middle of that shivering flesh.  He was pulling so hard
that the holes were distended in such a way that betrayed frequent use.

   In fact, at this point of the orgy, the rings seemed to be the main
attraction to the masters who certainly needed that extra excitement to
reach a second, third, or even a fourth orgasm.  Many fingers were hooked
in the larger rings and pulled hard on them.  Everyone in the room was busy
except us, and it was not long before a concert of cries and moans
announced the successive orgasms of all these bodies.  There was something
a bit ridiculous in the noises they all made, reminiscent, in a way, of the
mandatory final orgy scene in porno movies, when the actors fake their
orgasms!

   In this case, however, the persons who were coming seemed to really
enjoy it.  There was a large eruption of semen, none of which was seen as
it was spilled deep in the holes of the recipients!I also noticed that
every group of three or four made a point to give a strong orgasm to the
slave who had served them.  Some women had come during the action and they
were freed quickly.  The others, male and female, were masturbated very
knowingly by skilled masters and mistresses.

   The slaves were then gathered two by two and they had to suck the semen
that was pouring out of the now slackened pussies and assholes.  The males
were serving each other and the females did the same - either engaging in a
69 or taking turns sitting on each other's face.  Most of the slaves
offered a good oral orgasm to their companion and we enjoyed that part of
the show that lasted a good half hour.  It was not the case with the
dominants who were resting and not even looking at the action.

   Suddenly the room was very quiet.  Patrick's slave and the "offered
bottom" slave served tea or coffee to the dominants and the other slaves
were allowed to help themselves to some beverages also.  The two servants
were naked except for their rings and a black bowtie around their neck. 
They were charming, relaxed and smiling: it was hard to believe that one
had about 18 men fuck her anus in three hours and the other had been
literally raped in her buns and mouth by sadistic twins (who, by the way,
had left the party without reappearing after they had finished with her).

   Patrick approached us smiling and he said that we were to prepare for
our part of the show!  He produced the same material we had used in his
back-store, and again everything was back in sealed plastic envelopes.  He
showed us the way to a smaller room that had a large leather bench in the
middle and about 30 chairs scattered about.

   I started to get nervous, realizing that we were going to be watched
closely by a large number of people.  I'm used to performing in front of
other people: it happens at least once a month with our swinging friends,
and it happened a lot in front of total strangers before we met them.  But
that represents two to six persons, not twenty or even more counting the
slaves!  Even though the lighting was nice and soft, it was also very
bright in the room!  Yet, I could feel, that contrarily to me, Ginette was
getting very horny!

   You see, she is an exhibitionist at heart, and the more she flaunts her
submission, the more persons to see her humiliation, the hotter she gets!
She was tearing away at the plastic bags with eager impatience and her
hands were trembling the way they do when a cock entering any of her love
holes could make her come in thirty seconds!

   As for me, I'm a voyeur, a bit too conscious about my body and it's
flaws, preferring to see, look, watch any action, and maybe act, but not
when everyone has his or her eyes glued on my every move!  Being the star
makes me nervous, blunt, churlish and most of all, it often makes me lose
my hard-on!  This is also why I don't like to take action pictures with me
in them, and you can see that in most of the photos we sent my cock was not
of the harder variety (although it is usually hard and swollen when no
camera is involved!).

   This is to say, there I was, putting Ginette in bondage, preparing my
wife for an exhibition that was going to be the submission of her sexual
slave life, accomplishing the dream of many men, but soft as a six year old
kid!  I don't mean that it was not fun...on the contrary, I loved every
second of that moment; but I was much too aware of the persons that were
starting to pack up the room, their voices, the rattle of the chairs.

   This is when we realize how brittle our sexuality is to us men!  I think
that part of the problem was also the fact that I had been sporting a
hard-on without relief for over two hours now; I don't know if it's the
same with you, but it kind of wears the sensitivity out!  Well, I know:
excuses, excuses!  One thing was sure though: Ginette's horniness!

   Her pussy was drenched, the lips ajar and shining.  The tip of the butt
plug was nodding up and down with her efforts to give herself pleasure by
contracting her inner muscles.  She was also breathing hard and fast, with
little sharp moans that betrayed her impatience.  For the moment, she was
standing on her widely spread legs, bent in two, her wrists secured to a
big nasty padlock to the rings that were imbedded at the end of the slanted
boots.  She was very sexy that way, her ass jutting high with the butt plug
still in place.

   Patrick handed me the nipple clamps Ginette had bravely worn for a few
seconds in his presence, but I refused them.  He insisted, and I nodded a
firm NO.  He smiled, turned around, fumbled in a leather case he had next
to him, and handed me another pair that looked more like clothespins.  They
looked mean, made of steel, but when I tried one on my fingertip (the
ultimate test to know if she can wear them on her nipples!), they were not
that bad.

   I looked at my wife, I saw her tits hanging succulently under her, and I
decided that she was going to endure the clamps.  I gently snapped the jaws
over her erect buds.  She just turned her head to me under her armpit and
showed her submission by mumbling: "You are so right to treat me this way,
master!" I loved it!  But my penis was still quite soft.

   The crowd around us was silent now, but so present!  After I fixed the
second clamp on her other nipple, I thought that some French was the best
way to gain a potent hard-on!  I came in front of Ginette, pulled her by
the hair in a more spectacular than hurting way, and pushed my semi-hard
prick to her lips.  With her hands tied to her ankles her head was very low
and I had to bend my knees.  She managed to take my know in her mouth and
did wonders with it with her tongue, especially around the edge of the
head.

   Because I was not very big, she was able to take me all the way in her
mouth, giving the impression that she was able to deep throat, even if she
can't!  I knew that she was proud to have the chance to make believe that
she was a swallower!  She still laughs a lot when I mention that moment! 
But after awhile it was obviously driving us nowhere.  I had to find a way
to get hard, and you know that the more that you think of it, the more you
shrink!

   Then I noticed that most of the men were sitting behind my wife, and
that they were paying more attention to her bottom than to my problem! 
They were twisting their necks to get a better view of that plug and her
pussy!  This triggered a flame in me!  I pulled out of her mouth with a
loud pop and stalked to her behind.

   "Before we take more of your time, I think that it would be opportune to
introduce you to the conveniences of my slave's body", I said proudly,
feeling blood rushing to my cock as I uttered these words!  Snapping the
plug's straps off the belt, I yanked it out of Ginette's asshole, leaving
her surprised hole yawning after the sudden departure of the plastic plug!

   Before she was able to squeeze back and regain a more natural aperture,
she had shown lots of pink, to my satisfaction and to our hosts pleasure. I
started by describing her anus, mentioning that in spite of her young age
(she was by far the youngest female in the house!), her valiant little hole
had been active for nearly twenty years.  They nodded their approval and my
cock gained an inch in length and girth!

   Standing on her left side facing away from her, I bent toward her bottom
and entered my left index finger into her ass.  I did the same with my
right index and spread them, opening her spincter horizontally.  Ginette
never tried to contract and she let herself be opened that way.  I know
that such shameful postures are a sure way to excite her.  Most of the
masters left their chairs and crowded around us.

   I did quite a show, prying her round muscle in every direction,
explaining that her anus was available to me and to our intimate friends
anytime we wanted it.  Well, that is not false!  It is just that we don't
want to sodomize her every day!!!  I received many questions about our
group, mostly about why we had to be faithful to them.  I explained that it
was not a question of morals but of hygiene.  They all said that a serious
medical exam and steady medical follow up are enough to keep all the
dangerous illnesses away.

   I could only reply that for the occasion we had to be true to our word
and to our friends; it stopped the discussion about that subject.  More
questions were asked about "my slave's training", and the general comment
was that I was too weak with her!!!  By that time I had three fingers up
her asshole; two from one hand and one from the other, and I was stretching
her opening apart so that one of the guys could "see up her asshole" ('voir
le fond de son cul": literally: "see the bottom of her asshole!"), as he so
elegantly put it!

   By then, I was hard as the steel of her nipple clamps, and I moved to
enter my wife's anus.  Adding lots of saliva (Ginette's KY had been
confiscated as I explained earlier), I spread her buns wide and posted my
penis at the entrance.  I just pushed half of the knob in her and ordered
her to "Kiss my prick with your round mouth!", and she squeezed and pushed
her spincter a few times, giving the illusion that she was trying to
swallow the tube by moving the ring around the head!  This is an impressive
trick we used many times and that is always successful!  It was so that
evening, too, and Ginette almost came when the masters and mistresses
cheered us!

   I felt sharp contractions in her muscle, a good indication that she was
on the verge of an orgasm (with a woman new to anal sex, those signs would
mean the contrary, but knowing my Ginette, her spasms were indeed
indicating a deep pleasure!).  So I pushed and went all the way in her
rectum, even without having to add saliva.  This is what she had been
waiting for all day, and she exploded, twisting about and shouting her
pleasure.  I just waited, giving her small stroked to keep her coming. 
When she calmed down a little, the squeezes of her spincter changed their
pace; they became harder and more rhythmic, compressing the base of my
cock.

   This was a little signal we had agreed upon to indicate if she was able
to let me give a spectacular show to our hosts.  It meant that I could give
it to her hard, and that is precisely what I did!  I fucked her in the
meanest way I had ever done before, entering her hard, leaving her hole
before I plunged back in with all my force.  I had to add saliva two times,
but I didn't consider the proposition of a man who suggested that I make
her suck me to lubricate my cock.  It was too good the way it was to change
holes yet!

   My strokes were strong.  She lost her balance many times, but I was
holding her hips firmly and kept her on her feet while my cock was plowing
her bottom.  She was shouting loud, her voice shaking when my strokes hit
her harder, and in a matter of minutes she was coming again, even stronger
than the first time.  Now, my problem was to concentrate on holding my
climax inside me!  My program was not to come in her ass, and I looked
around to see anything to change my mind.

   This time though, everything looked erotic to my eyes!  The slaves that
were smiling from seeing Ginette coming, the mistresses that were excited,
fondling their tits or pussy, and the masters who were fucking her in their
minds, many regaining their hard-ons!

   Finally, she stopped bucking back at me and her legs started to shake
with exhaustion.  I pulled out the same way I had liberated the her of the
plug, and this left her anus even more opened.  "I'll leave you with the
sight of that well fucked asshole.  Allow me to have my pleasure another
way", I said coming in front of Ginette.

   I pulled her head up again by her hair, harder this time, and I
discovered her eyes were the way they are when she is satisfied: tired but
gleaming.  I untied her wrists so that she could raise up to the right
level with my cock.  She willingly opened her mouth and swallowed as much
of me as she could.  She was licking my soiled flesh as if it were an ice
cream stick, and covered my hard-on with a thick coat of saliva.  Then she
rubbed her tongue on the sensitive underside of the knob, pumping my tube
with a hand and tickling my anus with a wet finger.  I started to ejaculate
in her mouth.

   She never spilled a drop, swallowing all my semen that kept erupting for
a long time, or so it seemed to me: a voluptuous long and wonderful time! I
stayed that way, in no hurry to change any of these sensations, even as I
could sense Ginette swaying as she was getting tired.  My cock slowly
deflated in her mouth and she moaned, sending a great vibration along my
tube, as a signal to free her now.  I don't know what struck me, but
suddenly I felt that the idea I just had was perfectly right for the
occasion!  Ginette was relaxed, although exhausted, the people around us
were still attentive to us....and I had to pee!  So I let out just a short
spurt in her mouth.  She squirmed and almost jumped out of my reach, but
immediately surrendered.  I took hold of her face and let another gush wet
her tongue.

   The others had sensed that something was happening because they circled
near her face and stared at her lips filled with my softening cock.  Then,
I let go with a more abundant flow that she had no other choice than to
swallow not to be drenched with it!  Now I was so excited by what I was
doing that I was starting to harden again, making it difficult to let piss
pour out, and even harder to hold it!

   After letting go with another jet that was much more copious than I
wanted to, I decided that it was enough.  Ginette was showing signs of
despair, and I didn't want to disgust her with this new trick that was
totally unknown to her before that.  So I pulled out and I saw her make a
face like someone who drank something bitter!  I brushed her hair and she
smiled weakly back at me but let her head hang down because she was too
tired to hold it up anymore.  With her hands on her knees, She looked like
a marathon runner who had given her whole!

   I took her under her arm, helped her straighten up, and took the clamps
off her nipples.  The places where the jaws had been biting were a bit
white, but not bad at all.  She was unsteady though, clinging to me as
though she was going to faint.  She was still strong enough to say: "I have
never been so close to being a real slave than now!", and she chuckled. 
But I was shocked to discover that her breath stank of piss and come! 
Contrary to her, I hate after-sex odors, and this time there was nothing to
please me at all!  I guess that this is what makes her a slave and me a
master!

   It is not that I despised her, not at all; I think that I never loved
her more than at that precise moment.  It is just that the smell was
disgusting to me.  Maybe also I felt guilty for imposing her to drink my
urine: after all, there was no way for her to refuse in front of all
so many people.  Or she would have died before spilling some piss over a

genuine oriental carpet she was standing on!

   However disturbed I was, I didn't show her my feelings, although she
knows now!  We sat on an old couch covered with towels and I soothed her,
telling her how proud I was, and how much I loved her.  "I don't think that
this is the last time that I will urinate in your mouth", I said, and she
just nodded showing a shy and charming smile.  Before that, we had
experimented with some golden showers, and playful attempts from her to
lick my penis after I went to the toilets.  But now, she had entered the
real world of gold drinkers!!!

   Lucienne came to pick her up, and she followed her to the bathroom. 
Patrick's slave bowed in front of me and offered to show me where I could
clean up.  Just for fun I told her to show me her anus, and she just turned
around, bent forward and spread her ass cheeks without a glimpse of
hesitation!  She had tightened up a lot since the twin had raped her
repeatedly back there, and yet she was very loose, even to the point where
I wondered how she could maintain her natural functions.  I told her to
squeeze her spincter and the shape of her hole regained a more natural
round state!  When she relaxed, it was slack and pouting again.

   I told her to show me the bathroom, and she led me to the shower room
where we had washed at the beginning of the orgy.  Patrick welcomed me, and
while we were showering, told me with much diplomatic precaution that he
had changed his mind about inviting us to the next party with another
group: "They are much more advanced in corporal punishment than these
people.  If you were not able to sustain the stress this evening, you will
both faint if you witness the action of the other stable.  We'd better wait
until the meeting of another stable that specializes in bondage and
domination: they are more fit for
you.  But I don't know if they will accept onlookers who do not

participate".

   I told him that her was right about the physical violence, and that we'd
better forget it.  But I mentioned that I was interested about the bondage
party.  He answered that he had not been to this stables parties lately
because they were somewhat tame for him and his slave, but the kept
inviting him so that he'd consider it and call us to confirm or cancel.

   When she reappeared fully clothed, Ginette ran into my arms and kept
saying that she loved me!  Patrick laughed and for a rare time, addressed
her directly to congratulate her:"You are progressing!  You might become a
slave one day!", he teased her (we both knew he had heard her say that she
had never been so close to being a real slave).  Then they drove us back to
the place where they had picked us up, and we suddenly felt terribly alone
after so much intimacy with total strangers.  So we clung to each other on
that strange sidewalk in the cold Parisian night, and we slowly went back
to our hotel.

   Well, this is awfully long, surely the longest letter I've ever written,
and most of it without help from Ginette (sometimes, she writes in French
and I translate), so I'll leave you here.  We can't wait to receive more of
your photos and another exciting letter.  We hope you like the drawings. 
We included some originals: you asked for it!

   Bye,

   Giles & Ginette Giles & Ginette XXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXX CANADA J1N 1C8
Feb.  8, 1989 Dear Bob,

   We are sorry this has taken us so long, but we wanted you to receive a
letter along with the tape so that you could get a better idea of what
happened.  We are mailing the tape and this letter in different packages so
that we will be sure that you will get the letter in case the tape is
delayed or has trouble passing through customs.

   We both wanted to write this letter because we were afraid that the tape
alone could mislead you on our experience.  Alone, without any explanation,
it looks harsh and cruel, even cold, in spite of the fact that you know us.
You see, these masters who initiated Ginette are used to inflicting pain on
willing slaves, so their attitude appears very brutal if you don't know
that my slave was submitting freely to her debasement.

   Besides, the poor quality of the copy, especially the sound, could make
it hard for you to guess the subtlety of the ceremony; most of all,
Ginette's feeling toward the experience.  What you see is not abuse but the
special way we found to express our sexuality.  You may not approve of the
extreme situations it leads to.  Saying this, we mostly think about Jill
who will get to see the tape: slave, keep in mind that this is no
aggression or rape; Ginette was not only willing, but absolutely eager to
submit to it, as Bob so rightfully writes in his last letter.  It may even
surprise you, but she is ready to go through it all over again if the
chance occurs.

   Now you, Bob.  I ask you not to judge your own slave on what Ginette
did, or to compare her with Ginette.  Let Jill find her rhythm, giving her
all the opportunities to progress until she willingly agrees to her status.
From the photos we received, she is doing a lot already to prove her
submission, if not to admit it.  Maybe if you clearly separate your sex
life from your daily lives, she would desire to be your total sex slave and
also your equal when sex is not involved.  That is the way we do it and we
have had good results, I think.  But, then again, our example is not your
situation!

   Now, let us transport you to France, to a very unusual place where
people come from far away to be tortured, or to see their beloved slave
tortured!  Another big party had been planned from the beginning.  It was
Ginette's initiation.  After we had carefully scheduled her training, it
was decided what kind of ordeal she would have to go through.  First, it
would be filmed and proof pictures would be taken.  I agreed to it before
she could say anything.  I wanted to have souvenirs of the event and I
thought it was time for her to let down her old paranoid thinking of being
recognized.  Being filmed is in fact the only point that she tried to
negotiate when I informed her of what would happen to her.  Now, she has no
regret and she loves to see the tape.  About having the film distributed to
carefully selected friends; if she had her say in it, and she doesn't, she
would say that she would be very excited that you show the tape to friends.
I say that because I am so proud of her and the good work I did training
her, that I ask you to show the tape!  We are quite sure that about 100
people have seen the tape already because copies were to be offered in all
the stables, and I must say that I love the idea.  It makes me hard just to
think about all the people that are getting hot seeing her becoming a
better slave.  I also love the idea that her docility, courage and
obedience will serve as examples, and maybe convince other submissives to
cross the fence between fun and games submission and sexual slavery.

   As for Ginette, what she did is so far out and so consistent with her
old fantasies that she sometimes thinks she dreamed all her stay at
Trousse-Barrie're.  So the tape is a reminder of most of the events that
happened the evening she was initiated.  She also says that things happened
very fast and she had forgotten many details that the tape helps to recall.
She still blushes when she sees some scenes and shivers at others. 
Sometimes she can't even believe she did some things or reacted certain
ways, but all in all, she adores the tape, in spite of it's bad quality. 
Besides, when she saw it for the first time, she was reassured to discover
that she couldn't be easily recognized (except by people who know her well
enough and there is no chance that they'll get to see the tape if they
don't approve of our way of life) thanks to the blindfold and also the gag
that sort of makes her upturned nose point downward and also from her
features distorted by pleasure-pain and tears.

   For the taping, Patrick called a team of specialists who did all the
work.  It consisted of two masters who applied the pre-decided treatment to
my slave, and of two male slaves who operated the video and still cameras.
They came from 200 miles away and left the same evening to tape the
complete piercing of a new slave that was to occur in one shot: holes in
one nostril, the two nipples, one in each large lip, five in each inner
lip, and one in the clit!  (That is a tape I'd love to see!  But that is
another story!) They had their material ready and we reserved them for a
special date.  We decided on the 1st of January!  Why?  First, it would be
symbolic of a new start in her slave life for Ginette.  Also, it would give
her maximum chance to train and be prepared for the difficult tests she
would have to undergo.  Finally, it was the eve of my departure; the last
possible date she could be tested and approved before I left her alone with
the stable for a week.

   The ordeals were easy to decide.  No fucking usually takes place during
such initiations because that is not necessary to prove her submission: any
slave is supposed to be available from her three love holes before she can
be admitted to undergo the initiation!  What was mandatory was at least one
fist-fuck, nipple and cunt lip torture with clips, tit torture, any kind of
bondage, spanking, and submission to the cat-o'-nine tails all over her
body, tits and genitals included, water sports consisting of repeated
enemas and public relief of the enemas and urine, and some kind of verbal
and physical abuse.  She would be blindfolded for the first minutes. 
Slaves usually are blindfolded for the duration of the initiation, but I
wanted to see her eyes and I also wanted Ginette to see us all looking at
her as added humiliation.  She would be gagged all the time and allowed to
cry, shout and scream all she wants, except for attempts to utter a word,
even through the gag.  This is to spare the tormentors constant, though
muffled, pleading.  The whole ceremony would last about two hours.

   The thing that disturbed me was that I would not participate in her
initiation except for that I would be present, together with the stable
dominants, the invited dominants and all the slaves.  I also didn't like
the fact that I couldn't intervene in any way to stop or to lengthen a
procedure, or else that particular punishment would be redone from the
start or stopped, depending on my attitude.  I was told that I didn't have
to worry because they would not seriously harm my slave in any way.  About
wanting to see more of a punishment, Patrick explained that each was
calculated to last as long as the slave could suffer it, so extending one
over that limit to satisfy me would cost a lot to my slave.  This was not
the goal of the ceremony; on the contrary, it was to have her submit to a
wide variety of abuses in order to test her docility, resistance, eagerness
for submission and ability to enjoy some humiliation.

   I knew that I wouldn't want any torture to last more than I knew they
had planned!  I trusted them to have more zeal about that than me!  I still
reminded them of her bad back and they said that if some hanging from all
limbs was to occur, it wouldn't last long enough to injure her.

   When she arrived in France, the first minute she sat in the car, Ginette
was immediately informed about her initiation and how it would take place,
although not the details: a few surprises were in store for her, but she
didn't know.  She seemed delighted and frightened at the same time and she
kept hugging me hard, her legs and arms shaking, as if she was cold. 
During the week of her training she proved to be eager and, during every
minute spent undergoing our constant demands, she did her best to reach the
standard we had set for her.  Be sure that she never disappointed me.  The
first of January, the day before I left her with the stable for a week, the
group judged that she was ready and, in fact, she was, mentally and
physically.  She started the new year with the most impressive sexual task
that she had dreamed about: her initiation as a sexual slave.

   From my point of view, it was fantastic!  It went much further than I
had ever thought and even if they demanded enormous sacrifices from her,
she never tried to escape her ordeals.  Her participation was almost
exemplary, except for a small mishap she paid for with dignity and courage.
It started strangely, though!  When I was introduced to the new team, I had
problems staying serious: the four guys were dressed in green surgical
gowns, complete with masks.  More than that, they were naked underneath,
which gave hilarious glimpses of their asses and hairy legs!

   I still don't understand why they dressed that way and Patrick just
laughed when I asked; saying it was to "demystify" the ceremony.  As for
the masks, they were to insure anonymity to the tormentors in case the tape
came into judicial hands: try to explain to a judge that the woman you
beat, torture and make cry all the tears in her body was submitting
willingly!  Well, that is surely a good reason, but we would have preferred
tormentors dressed in leather from head to toe!  After all, there are nice
leather masks that cover the face, but it seems they are reserved for male
slaves.

   When the blindfold was taken off my slave's eyes during the ceremony and
she discovered their absurd garb, I saw in her glances that she was
disappointed about their grotesque look and was disconcerted for awhile! 
Furthermore, one of the guys put a surgical glove on his right hand before
he started to torment my slave.  He said that he was not entirely satisfied
with the sanitary measures that, for a part, relied on our good faith, and
he didn't want to run any risk of AIDS if Ginette started bleeding!  I was
steamed!  What about US ?!  Didn't we rely on their good faith, too? 
Patrick calmed us down and proposed that we start the ceremony.  Later, he
told me that vexing the officiants was a dangerous attitude because my
slave would pay for it,"unless that is what you want", he added with his
usual mischievous smile!

   While the team was getting ready, I went to Ginette who had been
prepared by the other slaves in a downstairs room.  She had been given a
washing of the colon, a way to clean her bowels by running water in her and
letting it escape by another hole in the same big tube that pushed fresh
water into her guts.  She was naked and smelling clean, but not perfumed. I
asked her if she was ready and if she still wanted to go through with all
this.  Even as her knees were shaking, she agreed with enthusiasm.  I
hugged her, whispered endearing words in her ear and I put the blindfold on
her eyes.  Then I bent her forward and slowly gave her a one liter enema
that she took easily, although she squirmed a little because she hadn't
known that she would have to hold water from the beginning of the ceremony.
Besides that, she had to drink a large glass of water, the second one in
ten minutes, a quantity that exceeded her bladder capacity so that she
would have to pee very badly in a short while.  When I handed the glass to
her and ordered her to drink it in one gulp, plus the enema, she understood
what we wanted to make her go through!

   The other slaves dressed her with a bra, garter belt, panties, stockings
and a reddish dress, all used and old stuff, but in good condition.  When
she was ready, I left her and went upstairs.  On my signal, she went up too
and there my role ended when I said: "Here is my slave.  Do what has to be
done so that she is agreeable to you!"

   It was very exciting to see her climb the stairs unsteadily, smiling
faintly, horny, worried and shy at the same time.  I loved to see her
waddling from the conjugated effects of embarrassment, the enema and a
growing need to piss.  She obeyed the orders that were barked at her by the
officiants.  First, they made her stand still so that a few pics could be
taken and a close-up of her face on video (the motor on the zoom on that
old camera was noisier than my lawnmower and it was very distracting!). 
She was told that "she stood there so that everyone could get a good
glimpse at the bitch who was walking to her own debasement".  Then, she was
told that they were going to redo the scene.  She went back downstairs,
then up again, turned the corner unsteadily and walked straight ahead, as
instructed.

   She nearly fell into the tormentors arms and they immediately seized her
and started to brutally tear the clothes off her.  She was so stunned by so
much violence that she attempted to resist their aggression, just what they
wanted, in order to give more spice to the scene!  As sensitive parts of
her body were revealed, they mauled them, kneading her tits very hard,
pinching her dipilated pubes, searching her pussy and anus with dry
fingers, spanking her flesh until she fell down.  They finished undressing
her by by tearing every single piece of clothing, all they while making
lewd remarks about how wet her cunt already was from all this harsh
treatment and how well she could hold the enema even with two fingers in
her asshole!  Never in her life had she been subjected to so much violence.
From fear and natural docility she let it happen to her, ceasing all
resistance when she felt the air on her naked tits and bottom.  The tone of
the session had been set; she and I both understood that she would receive
more than she had bargained for with those two guys!

   When she was naked, they said that they were going to photograph her in
detail so that they could later compare the before and after look of her
flesh and intimate parts!  This was said in very crude and vulgar words
that seemed to make her horny.  She was in a situation that she knew well
of having to expose her most intimate flesh to the eyes of our friends, so
she eagerly obeyed each order, participating fully in her own humiliation.
While she was still on her back, legs apart from the preceding attack, they
first took very precise pictures of her pussy, close-ups so close that she
sometimes felt the camera touch her upper thighs!

   They made her turn around on her hands and knees to photograph her
bottom.  Then she had to open her ass cheeks to reveal her anus that was
photographed from every angle: at rest, tightened, and slack!  Remember,
she still had that one liter enema that was pushing hard to get out, but
she never spilled a drop!  They also made her assume a very humiliating
position that I was seeing for the first time: she kept her hands and
elbows on the floor, but had to extend her legs, then bow them at the knees
and lift her ass.  She looked like a frog ready to jump, ridiculous and
very aware of it!  She blushed violently while they took close-ups of her
genitals that were very exposed that way; from the top of her anal crack to
her clit.  One officiant went to her side and spread her half - moons to
give a better view of her opened pussy lips and deep anal crater.  With the
enema bubbling inside, this position was murder and she was glad they freed
her soon.

   Then, her tits were the stars of the pictures!  They photographed them
while she had her arms extended over her head, squeezing them between her
elbows, pushing them up with her cupped hands, spreading them out almost
under her armpits, pulling at her own nipples until the flesh would go no
further, squeezing them herself as hard as possible between her hands, and
even flattening them against her chest with her palms.  When that was done,
they humiliated her once again by making her stand on her hands while the
two masters held her legs in the air.  They took pics of her tits upside
down while one male slave manipulated them the same way they had made her
do before!  It's a pity they didn't video that part of her initiation
because it was very sexy, but the four of them were busy placing her or
holding her limbs for a better view of her secret flesh.  If you want ideas
for pictures of your slave, use these!

   While her feet were up, they photographed them too, from every angle, as
well as her crotch, taking care to show that she was wet and that her cunt
lips were spread from anticipated pleasure!  They put her back on her feet
and took more pics of her tits, profile this time, as well as her belly,
ass and face.  They also placed her in awkward positions like the "plane"
(standing on one leg, the other straight behind, horizontal back, arms
apart and head lowered), squatting, arching backward tiptoe and many more,
all crazy and obviously to test her patience.  She had now held the enema
for more than 20 minutes and the appearance of goose-bumps was more and
more frequent all over her body.  I knew she wouldn't be able to suffer
this much longer, a few minutes at most.

   Sometimes she would bend down under the pain of the enema's force but
she always obeyed the orders, making more and more faces as they made the
photo session last and last.  They only stopped when she stiffened, shouted
in a pitiful way and started crying.  Only then was she taken to a bathroom
where they installed her in a bath.  She had problems climbing into it when
another strong urge struck her.  She had to concentrate on the pressure of
the enema that was suddenly pushing on her spincter and also on her pee
hole that was sending emergency signals also!  They nearly had to carry her
into the bath but it didn't matter to her, because the most important thing
was to hold the enema!  She was gagged with a rubber ball that was held in
place with a strap hooked behind the nape of her neck.  Being gagged is not
something as usual to her as being blindfolded and she felt a momentary
panic that grew when she understood that they were going to pour more water
into her!  A good thing they didn't make her bend forward or she would have
sprayed them all!

   They first used a pear (that is a French name for a round rubber
container with a nozzle; how do you call it in English?) to add about a
pint of water in her ass and the rest in her cunt!  Then she was ordered to
relieve her cunt with only a small spray from her bladder, no more.  It was
very hard not to let the enema go too!  Then came a bad surprise for her,
and still now she thinks that it was the most humiliating thing they
demanded from her: she had to expel part of the enema!  I have already told
you how intimate that gesture is for her; so intimate in fact that I had
been the only person on earth, up to then, to see her relieve herself, and
then I had to impose it on her by force.

   Now she had to empty her colon in front of 15 people, letting them hear
the obscene noises she would make and letting them see and smell her soiled
and stinking insides!  She knew she was clean though, thanks to the colon
washing, but it was still pure indignity for her because, in her head, it
was going to stink and be noisy.  What was worse, they took the blindfold
off her eyes and she got to see the spectators witnessing her disgrace!

   I loved the look in her eyes when she realized what would happen!  Of
course it was my idea because the usual proceedings are limited to pouring
the enema, not to reveal her intimacy when she expels it!  The two masters
had agreed to be in the bath with her, knowing that a complete wash up had
occurred previously.  And there she was now, taking more water up the ass,
lots of water, so much that she would have no other choice but to let some
go for the camera sooner or later.  They had another liter poured into her,
plus the pear, for a total of nearly three liters.  This is a quantity she
can hold for five minutes under ideal circumstances, but that day,
conditions were far from ideal with the two officiants tormenting her,
pinching her nipples, slapping and manipulating her buttocks!

   She managed to hold about two minutes and one tormentor ordered her to
let go, but only a jet of water, no more.  She did, but believe me - it was
a very long jet!  He didn't try to stop her, even as she expelled half of
the enema.  It was fantastic to see her bent in two, that long stream of
water ejected from her anus and hissing three feet away!  I knew why he had
let her expel so much of the enema, but she didn't: another bottle was
ready!  She was filled up again, never daring to complain after the
violence she had experienced from the two masters.  She was totally under
their will, knew it, and was beginning to like it after the initial fright.

   She says that these men knew perfectly what they were doing because they
stopped the water the moment a stomach cramp started to make her suffer. 
Was it from the noise of the water inside her belly or from her reactions?
Probably just long practice.  She had to let go short spurts that were
allowed to her but replaced by more water.  Now her spincter was showing
signs of exhaustion and she had a hard time containing all of the liquid,
about three liters, I'm sure.  Then, they installed a camera and instructed
her to give a good show to the lens.  That was enough to make her more
nervous and she missed it entirely!  She was to expel water on a signal
that one man would give her by squeezing her right tit in his hand, then
stop at the same signal.

   At first, she could hardly stop when signaled; then, she was so stressed
that she couldn't let go!  She found it very difficult to expel water on
demand only.  We are working on that now so that the next time she will be
able to obey.  It is demanding training, but she is progressing well. 
Finally, when the big gush started, the camera was not ready and they had
to pour more water into her to get a good shot.  By trying so much to push,
it ended up that she peed and we all chose to laugh it up, except her!  We
agreed that it was enough for that game!  The group had loved it enough,
though, to decide that it would be included in future initiations, after
the cameraman had been trained to find the right angles and the right
moment to stop the action!

   We proceeded to the sitting room where special furniture waited to serve
Ginette's torture.  It was a swing made from a simple board covered with a
rug.  My slaves' ankles were tied to the front posts with a thick rope a
lot like the one you use.  To my surprise and concern, they used nothing -
not even a piece of linen - to protect her skin from the rope, but I relied
on their experience with such matters: they had done it often enough to
know that no permanent burn from the rope would remain.  Her legs were
totally spread apart exposing her cunt and asshole without any obstruction.
Her loins rested on the board, but not her ass - that was over the edge. 
Her arms were tied too, at the hind post; her back rested on the back of
the swing that held her head up so that we could see and admire her facial
expressions as she suffered for us.

   A new torment started for her.  They "warmed her up", as they said, by
spanking her thighs, bottom and even her pubes.  The guy with the glove had
a special technique he called the twin strokes.  Ginette soon learned that
this was very painful although it looks innocent.  Instead of applying one
frank spank, this man gives two lighter strokes to the same spot.  The
repetition of the twin strokes causes a smarting and hypnotic burning of
the flesh says my slave who took a lot of them from him.  After some
minutes of this treatment, her skin was pink all over and red on the ass
cheeks that were the main target.  The moment a hand slapped her, sensation
were ranging from smarting to unbearable, but the tingling that followed
was very exciting, she adds....she, who had always had a love-hate
relationship with spanking.  According to her, the treatment they gave her
was the best they could have found to prepare her mentally and physically
for the other tortures she had to endure.

   They slowly expanded their territory to her tits, nipples and pussy lips
that were pinched, squeezed and extended when not manipulated in order to
simply hurt.  More tears appeared at the corner of her eyes and Patrick
reassured me, stating that it wouldn't be normal if she didn't cry under
such conditions!  When the two men were satisfied with her despaired mental
state and obvious physical surrender, they almost emptied a tube of jelly
in her cunt and asshole.  I remember catching one frightened look by
Ginette to her tormentors hands when she realized what was to follow!  They
were big indeed, normal men's hands, no worse than the few hands that had
spread her pussy and anus during her week of training.  The difference, she
knew, was going to be in the way they were going to force her holes: we had
been gentle and careful; these guys were going to make it hard for her;
they were not going to wait for her to adjust.  They had to make it look
tough, and tough it was!

   For the first time I heard Ginette shout and yelp loud!  It was strange,
as if it was coming from someone I didn't know!  It expressed pain, sure
enough, but also a kind of nonverbal message to the tormentors to indicate
that she was on the edge of absolute pain, that she could take a lot but
that a little more pressure would spoil the party.  Once she learned to
scream that way, she used it a lot during the initiation and still does now
when I force her talents.  The guys seemed to respect that signal and
slowed down when her yelling verged on panic; the only thing, in fact, they
respected with her!

   She was given less than 30 seconds to adjust to the first penetration of
a hand in her pussy!  The day before, during her last training session, I
had not dared to press her in less than 15 minutes!  And the guys not only
made it fast; they made it harder: one of them already had two fingers in
her ass!  This was the second surprise for her: her anus was going to be
fist-fucked too as part of the same act!  During training, we occasionally
entered her two holes, but not together.  I mean, she didn't have two fists
in her at the same time.  During her initiation, they started with
alternate penetrations but tried many simultaneous entries that had her
yelling at the top of her lungs, so much so that the next day she had a
husky voice!

   Before the first hand had easy access in her cunt, the other one was
pushing four, then five fingers in her distressed asshole.  The tormentor
seemed unable to enter his whole hand, her spincter stopped spreading just
before his knuckles could pass behind the ring.  For the first time in her
life, her anus really hurt!  She was used to occasional discomfort during
some hard sodomies by cocks or dildos, but this was pain, sensations like
her muscle was ripped open, especially when they repeatedly tried to force
their fist through the anal ring.  It seems that they succeeded three times
to get past the knuckles, but she reacted so hard that they withdrew
immediately.

   Her holes were quite tired from the last weeks' repeated abuses, but
mostly her anus that had been visited four times more than her mouth or
pussy.  Her hole was on fire and it looked it; all red and irritated.  It
was deeper between her ass cheeks than ever, even like a long easy funnel;
the folds were thick and slack, the ring was almost too easy for a cock,
some masters had complained, but still very tight for a hand.  Most of all,
her anus was so exploited by cocks, enemas and hands that it was now
sensitive, her delicate flesh in constant warmth, close to irritation; so
much so that she felt it was the center of her body!

   When the two masters abused her holes, especially her asshole, opening
them wide was not her only worry: inflamed skin was too!  Each minute, each
stretch, and each rubbing was burning her more and more.  She kind of lost
patience when the torture lasted and lasted, when entering their whole
hands in her holes was not enough anymore and they started to really fuck
her pussy with a fist that was going in and out of her pained hole as fast
as a cock would, while mean fingers seemed to search for a grip inside her
vagina, moving her insides in a frightful way, when they suddenly became
more ruthless with her holes, pushing and forcing two fists in her
simultaneously, spanking her even harder and really mauling her tits like
sand bags!  Suddenly, she broke down.  In spite of the gag, she managed to
utter out loud, at the top of her lungs: - "That's enough, PLEASE STOP! 
That's enough!  That's enough!".

   Patrick jumped to his feet attracting her attention and he pointed at
her, his finger severely menacing her more than his angry eyes.  She knew
from the briefings that had been given her during training that this was a
first but also final warning that she was to submit or fail and that her
rebellion had also earned her a special punishment.  She tried to refrain
from begging as they forced her three more times, harder than ever, as if
they wanted to punish her before they stopped.  Her eyes were wet with
tears that were running down her cheeks; her nose was stuffed from crying
so much, snot running from her nostrils.

   The men finished that part of the initiation with what they call the
hand shakes.  This is the introduction of four fingers in a hole leaving
the thumb outside as if they were grabbing a hand to shake it.  Instead,
they grabbed her cunt or asshole and gave it the "shakes".  The one with
the gloves had fun for a time with hand shakes, fucking her pussy with his
fingers, keeping them aligned instead of grouping them to make it harder on
Ginette.  She was glad, however, that the other one didn't try this in her
sore ass, although his grouped fingers were not so easy in the state of
fatigue she was in!

   In case that interests you, the hand shake technique is great for
training(please, group your fingers at first!).  After stretching your
slave's pussy with your cock or a dildo, smear a lot of KY inside and
outside of her pussy.  Don't spare the stuff; the more you use, the easier
it will be.  Put some on your hand top also, up to the middle of your
forearm in case it proves easier than you thought (this is not a joke!). 
Start with three fingers vertically.  Add a fourth when she is comfortable
and slowly start to align them when she takes the bunch easily.  Do it
horizontally, too.  After two hours of this, you can easily try to insert
your thumb that had been rubbing along her slit and clit until then, and
see how far you can go.  If you can't get past the knuckles, try again the
next day and it should work.  I was stunned how easy it was, relatively
speaking.  In the ass, I wouldn't advise it to you because your slave must
be comfortable with cocks before you can even think of entering four
fingers in there!

   When the masters finally decided that they were going to play a
different tune on Ginette, she was not given a chance to recover or to
clean up.  They only rubbed a linen over her genitals to wipe off the
excess jelly and cleaned up their hands.  Now, it was time for her tits to
suffer more.  To get her nipples easier to grip, they pulled on them and
pinched them.  When the buds were long enough to their liking, they simply
snapped two metal clips linked by a chain, one over each nipple.  I was
surprised to see her take the burden so easily when she had been so fussy
at home.  She even let them pull hard on the chain many times, elongating
her nipples to three times their normal size!  She says that after what she
had gone through, the pinching was still painful, but easy to take.

   Pain came back soon enough, through her cunt again, when they started to
snap clothespins all over the outside and inside lips, even on her clit. 
It was so painful that she preferred the fist-fucking!  Her sensitive flesh
didn't seem able to suffer the terrible sensations caused by the pins whose
edges were not round but thin and sharp.  On three occasions, she yelled so
loud and expressed so much pain that the officiant decided to take the pins
off before her was able to install them all.  To punish her, he slapped her
cunt and seemed to take a lot of pleasure rubbing her cunt lips hard as
soon as the last pin had been taken off.  This was as bad as the pins
themselves on her hurting flesh.  Finally, he decided to limit the
decoration to her outer lips.  He couldn't resist completing his work with
a pin to her clit.  a gesture that made her shout louder after a growing
roar had been building in her throat!  He seemed satisfied with his work
and his partner congratulated him on the regularity of the rows made by the
ten pins or so that were biting into her tender flesh.  The master shuffled
the pins playfully for the camera a few times, not giving a damn about
Ginette's pitiful cries.

   They went to have a drink after taking off most of the pins.  They left
the pin on her clit and the metal clips on her nipples all the while and
came back after five minutes to untie her.  She was then informed that she
would have to serve her punishment right now for daring to speak.  To prove
her repentance and docility, she was going to submit to an anal fist-fuck
without any bond.  She would willfully allow the officiant to push his arm
in her rectum without trying to escape or stop him.  Any attempt to
obstruct his action would mean that he would start over again from the
beginning.  The punishment would not end before he successfully managed to
have her anal ring encircling his wrist at least once.  Her wet eyes were
anxious and open wide as she listened to Patrick who lectured her on her
disobedience; a mistake that she will be ashamed to see again and again on
the tape of her initiation, in future times.  She had understood the
lesson: when she was asked if it was all clear in her mind, she didn't try
to answer verbally, but just nodded!

   They installed her on all fours on the swing and more jelly was pushed
in, on and around her asshole.  Then the pointed hand started to search her
hole, a bunch of fingers forcing their way inside with an insistent
rotating motion.  It could have been easier if the guy had not started to
spank her hard with his other hand.  He was hitting with all his heart and
it made it almost impossible for her to concentrate on getting loose and
easy.  She dared a move that nobody seemed to notice and that I only saw
later on the film: she reached back and just grazed his slapping hand. 
What is funny is the fact that the master stopped spanking her!

   She had done it many times during training but she was very stressed in
that position and time.  It was harder mentally than physically, but still
it was painful.  She swayed her ass around in attempts to assist him in
sodomizing her anus, so as to be over this punishment the more quickly. 
The other master stopped her by firmly gripping her hips.  This was going
to be by sheer force alone.  As his knuckles neared her anus, I watched her
reddened spincter turn white as the blood was forced out of it.  I was
fascinated by her anus rippling from the effect of the knuckles and the
rotating action.  With a loud explosion of breath from Ginette, the
knuckles disappeared inside.  The other master released her hips now and
stepped back.  The hand slid easily inside her anus now until it was firmly
seated around his wrist.  Ginette's knees were wobbling noticeably from her
strain to hold her position.  It seemed the hand in her asshole was holding
her up!  With only a moment to adjust, he began a gentle pumping motion,
pulling out to his knuckles and back in to his wrist, each time forcing his
hand deeper and deeper.  After about five minutes of this, it seemed he had
succeeded in forcing half his forearm in her tortured anus.  Tears flowed
freely from Ginette's eyes, yet she made no noise other than her heavy
breathing with flared nostrils.  Finally, and without warning, he quickly
yanked his hand out, leaving her hole gaping wider than I had ever seen it
before.  Ginette screamed and collapsed to the floor on her knees with her
hips up and face down.  We were treated to the sight of her raw anus slowly
closing like a red flower in the evening.  Sobs racked her body as she was
allowed a moment of rest as the masters removed the swing and arranged for
her further torture.

   Ginette was dragged unceremoniously to her feet and her hands were tied
together and raised to be clipped to a chain hanging from the ceiling.  The
officiants laid out different instruments for the flagellation of her sore
flesh.  I was relieved to see only familiar whips, crops and paddles.  One
of the masters approached her with a cat-of-nine-tails and held it to her
lips.  Ginette kissed it and then found the leather covered handle forced
into her mouth.  She sucked it like the cock it was shaped to be.  He took
it from her and stepped behind her.  His lashes just teased her flesh for
awhile as he worked it from her shoulders to her knees.  Gradually his
strokes increased in speed and intensity, but were always varied.  Ginette
began jerking and moaning with each stroke.  The other master kicked her
feet apart and told her to keep them there.  He also stretched wide rubber
bands around the base of her tits, making them bulge obscenely. 
Occasionally a stroke would curve under her cheeks and catch her cunt full
force.  Each time, Ginette screamed but valiantly kept her pose, albeit on
trembling legs.  It was comical to watch her force herself to keep her feet
wide apart, yet unconsciously try to pull her knees together!  Even she
laughs now as she watches herself on the tape!  Comical, yes - but I was
also proud of her determination to hold herself as ordered - untied.

   These guys were rally experienced!  They knew precisely where to hit and
how hard.  For the first time, I could say that I enjoyed seeing my slave
being beaten!  I know what you are going to say!  A few months ago, I was
swearing never to lash her and there I was, my cock so hard I could come
from just a simple touch!  Furthermore, in the days before, I had used
these same torture instruments on her with growing pleasure!  I loved it
when they fucked her with the wooden and leather handles, in her cunt and
in her ass, without any mercy, pushing the thick tube all the way in with
one single stroke.  My slave's reaction was having a fantastic effect on me
and I don't think I could have enjoyed this at all if I had not felt that
she was in the middle of an old fantasy she had told me about a few times,
enjoying the terrifying pleasure that was provided to every tortured part
of her body.

   Then, after more precisely applied lashes, her tits were the targets
again, but of a different torture.  Having no time to recover between one
position and the other made her feel helplessly good.  No time to think,
only time to suffer and try to escape the brutal assaults that never
missed, bringing more torment, and more of that disturbing pleasure.  She
was a bit anxious about the rubber bands around her tits.  She was very
right to be!

   I loved the look of her tits with a rubber band around them.  Lately,
her tits have been getting softer for two reasons; First, she has been
following a diet to look slim for the masters at the stable.  You know
where a woman first loses weight - her tits!  Then, age is another reason
her somewhat heavy tits are not as firm anymore.  With the rubber bands
squeezing them, they looked like when she was 20 again!  They were smaller
but firmer, pointing proudly up, like two succulent pears!  This time, I
had the possibility to compare how they looked with two, then three and
even four rubber bands squeezing the base of her soft flesh!  Her right tit
suddenly looked like it had been grafted on her chest, firm and proud
again! On her left tit that sags a little more, the effect was different.
The rubber bands made it point downward as a ripe fruit, very sensitive to
the touch as we were able to see when the officiant rubbed her tight skin.

   I thought it was over, but more rubber bands were ready and found their
way around my slave's tits!  A fifth and a sixth were installed at the base
to Ginette's surprise!  She couldn't believe her eyes and looked many times
at her compressed globes.  She was dancing at the end of the rope, moaning
and sobbing as her tits were losing much of their feeling.  The masters
were rubbing her flesh, pulling hard on her nipples, but she only felt the
biting of the rubber bands at the base, a sensation that was becoming
unbearable.

   Contrary to what I thought, the torture of her tits didn't stop there!
The master approached with more rubber bands and I candidly asked myself
where he was going to snap them!  They went halfway on her burgeoning tits,
making them look like those balloons you can squeeze into funny shapes!  If
this new trick was not very painful for Ginette, it seemed to be very
humiliating for her because she cried when she looked down at her distorted
flesh and verified how much we were all fascinated by the scene!

   The officiant played with her tortured tits for awhile, especially with
her swollen nipples that were blown up out of proportion.  He pinched them,
then even flicked them a few times with his fingers without much reaction
from my slave who was only sensitive to the pain at the base of her globes.
He then decided to install clips on the buds.  He carefully started with
the right nipple, and this time her reaction came after only five seconds,
before he could try to install the second ring!  She thrashed about and
shouted louder than ever, shaking her head every way and so hard that
strings of spit flew around the room!  He was very fast to reach for the
clip and to take it off, but it still took a good minute before she calmed
down.

   The master looked uneasy and I caught a reproachful glimpse of Patrick
to him.  I liked it when our host turned to me before I asked any questions
and apologized for letting such a specialized torture be applied to a new
slave.  "Only total slaves who are whipped and treated more roughly can
bear such a torture, but your slave looked so tolerant to pain that our
friend decided to test her limits.  It will take a few years - or maybe
less - at the pace she is going, before she can take such treatment!", he
joked.

   What was important to me was that Ginette was not sending me the panic
signal.  If she had, I would have been in a good position to ask them to
stop the ceremony after such a bad decision.  She later told me that she
had not thought about asking to stop everything.  In her troubled mind, the
clip had been another part of the initiation.  The fact that it lasted so
little time enabled her to let it happen and go on in spite of the
unbearable pain.  I saw her shiver when she saw more clips appear,
especially since they were leaded and the jaws looked mean, but she just
waited for her torment to continue.

   They were not destined for her tits though, but for her cunt lips.  To
my surprise, it happened very quietly, without much reaction from her.  Her
cunt lip was stretched a lot, though, by the weight and it meant that the
clip must have been biting quite hard into her flesh.  It seemed OK with
her and she only moaned when another clip was installed on the other lip.
Then, I understood.  With this kind of torture, the pain grows on the slave
because the teeth dig into the skin slowly as the weight pulls down.  Not
long after the second clip was hooked on her, she started to moan louder
and swing about as she tried to ease the pain with her legs.  Then, there
was a terrible cry and it took me a while to discover that one of the clips
had slipped along the lip, scratching it along before it fell to the
ground!

   She said it reminded her of the time when she was young and one drunken
guy bit her cunt lips and pulled them away while keeping his teeth closed!
She had to hit him on the head with her soda bottle before he let go!  It
was her first and only rebellion to unneeded violence.  At
Trousse-Barrie're she had no way to avoid the punishment, and no will to do
it too.  Before the pain was gone, another clip replaced the faulty one and
two more were hooked to her dangling pussy lips.  What made it worse for
her it that they all fell at one time on another, but the master blamed it
on her because she was thrashing about too much.  We all knew that the
remains of the jelly that had been generously spread over her genitals was
the reason for the clips slipping, but everyone agreed that it was much
more in the mood of the moment to blame it on her!

   What I knew was that she looked extremely sexy dangling from her rope,
her body taut, her tits under severely constricting bands, waxed dipilated
cunt lips extended to the limit by mean clips and weights, her thighs as
wide apart as possible, in an attempt to obey the order to hold the pose
for a photo, her eyes wet and her nose stuffed up from crying.  I wanted
her at that moment (well, I had wanted her all evening, I must say!), I
wanted her anus that I could now see very clearly as she turned her back to
us, her deep funnel so easy to follow to her hole, her ring slack and
inflamed from all the sacrifices it had to give!  For the first time in our
relationship, the sight of her sore flesh wearing red stripes made her more
desirable to me, especially her bottom that had suffered so much and that
still had to suffer more, or her smooth pubes that were soon to become the
target for more lashing.

   The straps fell on her, aimed at her loins mostly but also at her thighs
and back, carefully avoiding her tits.  These were strokes to remind her
that the ceremony was not over, that she still had to give her body to the
cat-o'-nine-tails and to their handle too.  The masters took their time,
letting her warm up to the next torture.  Their arms didn't move much,
leaving the work to their fists that gave a false impression of soft
strokes when, instead, the lashes were snapping quite hard.  My slave
moaned under the flogging, yelling occasionally when the clips unsnapped,
one by one, each leaving her with the awful sensation that a part of her
body had been snapped off!

   They freed her tits that hurt her when the blood started to rush again
into the deprived spongy flesh.  They also rubbed her cunt lips to reawaken
the biting feeling of the gone clips.  Then the beating started.  Each
officiant had a cat-o'-nine-tails.  One stood in front of Ginette, the
other behind her, although she swirled around so much that they had
opportunities to lash each side at will.  They hit her tits and pussy
first, and that made her yell and thrash about.  She tried to kick and this
made them laugh behind their masks: while she had a leg up to kick or to
protect her pussy from a master, the other one could easily hit her right
where she was trying to avoid the strokes!

   For a while, one of the masters tried different tools to hit her. 
First, a large leather strap that was only directed at her back and soon
had it red and burning.  He also used a very short leather strap that
looked innocent but was not at all: from her jumps and cries, it was very
cruel to her soft tits where it left short red lines.  He then tried a
larger cat-o'-nine-tails that had a thick braided leather handle.  The
strips hit Ginette's thighs a few times, but the man had another use for
the thing; the handle was soon entering her pussy, then her painful ass. 
they fucked her holes rudely, making her lose her breath that way more
often than while hitting her.  In fact, each time one of them wanted to
give a little rest to his arm, he warned the other; they stopped lashing
and one would hold her while the other would push the handles deep and
carelessly in her holes.  Once, they even used their handles at the same
time, one in each hole.  She heard the man ravaging her asshole inviting
the other to push his handle into the same hole.  but she successfully
closed the gate, judging that was enough!  They didn't insist, knowing
perfectly well that her back hole already had too much to suffer.

   The victims of the grand finale, Ginette and I found, was going to be
her genitals.  Suddenly, all the strokes were directed toward her cunt,
straight between her thighs.  At first, it was OK; the master stood in
front of her and the ends of the straps, the part that really hurts, were
lashing her rump.  Then, he moved behind her.  Now, the straps were lashing
at her cunt lips and she started dancing to a new song!  She tried to kick
more or to lift a leg to protect her intimacy, but there always was a bunch
of straps that found their way straight to their goal.  She was yelling at
the top of her voice but she had to bear twenty strokes before they paused.
Then, she was informed that her ordeal was almost over.  To end it, she had
a choice between twenty more strokes at random but aimed at her cunt, or
three direct strokes that she would receive while participating in her own
debasement, staying perfectly motionless, handing at the end of the rope,
legs well apart.

   Her eyes pleaded for her, clearly begging for the end of the session;
she was hurting from every part of her body, her flesh was on fire and so
were her pussy and asshole; but they waited for her decision: did she want
bad or worse!?  And which was worse!?  Finally, she moaned loud and let
herself hang from her arms and opened her legs, sobbing helplessly.  They
arranged her a little, then one master went behind her.  Before his arm had
gone halfway upward, she jumped on her feet and tried to avoid the stroke.
This earned her a flogging from both masters and she finally surrendered,
assuming the humiliating position again under the guidance of the master
who was standing behind her, ready to inflict the dreaded strokes.  This
time, she received the lashing where it was intended to land, right on her
clit.  It took a split second before she reacted, but when she did, it was
to thrash about in confused pain, yelling and shouting as much as she
could.

   They gave her a few moments to calm down.  All there was to hear was her
cries and moans alternating with her attempts to catch her breath.  A hand
on her shoulder indicated that she had to submit to the second stroke.  She
was shaking from every limb, but she obeyed.  This time, the straps came up
slowly between her legs.  She still jumped and twisted at the end of her
bonds, but she calmed down soon and, without any incentive of menace, she
assumed the pose by herself, ready and submitting willfully to the last
stroke.  I saw Patrick nod his satisfaction and he signaled to his friend.
I thought the next stroke would be merciful.  On the contrary, it was the
worst she had received all evening!

   This time, she reacted so much that, from time to time, she was hanging
from her arms, legs up and knees bent at the height of her chest!  She only
moaned though and hardly yelled when the straps hit her.  Her
gesticulations lasted a long time, maybe four or five minutes and it left
her totally exhausted, hanging low from her arms, legs too soft to hold
her. So, imagine my stupification when she later confessed to me that she
had come with the last stroke, an orgasm of a kind she had never had
before, a long climax, so long that she thought that she would die before
it could end!  But, it had also been a toilsome and painful pleasure if
this exists, a sensation where pain had taken most of the place but where
pleasure, by contrast, was heavenly!

   Her pussy was on fire all the time the sensation lasted, her clit so hot
that, in her mind, it was as though it had become as big as a nipple! 
Waves of contradictory sensations were churning about in her belly, warm
pleasure overwhelming all sharp pain, then yielding to it.  What puzzled
her was the fact that she was coming without any contact to her genitals,
but the hit had been so direct that each pulse of blood in her body brought
back memorized impressions of the stroke and made her believe that the
flogging was still going on.  She says that she had come close to that
strange feeling a few times while submitting to me or to men I had given
her to in the past, but it never reached that fulfillment.  Still now, part
of her wants to feel this terrific sensation again, but part of her also
hates the pain that delivers it.

   During the minutes that followed her orgasm, she was so busy taking it
all that she had been very contracted.  The moment the pleasure ceased
totally, she was just a pile of pain and cramps.  Her arms were killing her
but she couldn't stand on her legs to ease the situation.  She heard
applause and she opened her eyes to discover that they were directed at me!
I was congratulated by the other dominants for training my slave so well,
but not a compliment was directed at her!  She felt it very unfair and she
hated us for a split second!  After all she had endured, all the glamour
was for me!

   She was eased down from her bonds and she just fell to the floor, having
an awful time gaining control of her arms.  A million ants were eating them
and she cried some more.  However, her initiation was not through!  The two
officiants demanded that she stand on her knees to thank them as a good
slave does when she has been taken care of.  She had to thank the two male
slaves too, for taking good care of the cameras!  She managed to push her
weight to her knees, but her arms were still too numb and out of control.
She still thanked each of them, bending her head respectfully and sobbing
between phrases.  -"Now you are going to relieve us from the fantastic
forces that has been building inside us while we were submitting you to the
laws of this stable.  The four of us will take your body at the same time,
these two slaves in your pussy, me in your asshole and my good friend here,
in your mouth", declared one officiant.

   When I heard that, I turned to them and was ready to plead for her when
Patrick discretely talked to me: -"This is the tradition and I wouldn't
want to break it.  There is one thing you can do though, because I'm afraid
that she could be hurt if cocks invaded her lower holes.  The master of the
disciplined slave is supposed to offer her to her tormentors.  Pretend you
didn't hear what he just said and offer her mouth to the group.  It will
last a little longer for her, but she will not suffer from it".

   I stood up and joyfully talked to the masters, thanking them for
treating my slave with the right amount of severity, helping me break a few
limits she had before.  Then, as if this was the most generous thing for me
to do, I told them they could use her mouth for as long as it was needed to
satisfy them.  I shook their hands and turned to get a blow job myself from
one of the slaves!  They were so baffled by my attitude that they stood
there while I walked toward the rest of the group.  Patrick discreetly gave
me the thumbs up, and I laid down.  I saw that Ginette was installed on the
swing, on her back, head hanging at the edge.  One officiant was kneeling
in front of her and pointing his erect cock at her docile mouth, his
surgical gown tucked up to his waist!  It happened quite fast for her
because her oral sacrifice was over before I had come.  I had my orgasm
when I saw her standing up unsteadily and walking toward me.  I greeted her
with a warm hug and we went to our room.



   Now, when you look at the tape, try to guess when Ginette had her two
other orgasms during the rest of the session!  I couldn't believe it when,
the next morning, she confessed to me that she had come three times during
her initiation!  She swears she did, and I believe her, especially now that
I have seen a good part of the tape.  I recognize her orgasms although they
are changed by the fact that she is in bondage and gagged.  They are quite
noticeable though.  We won't tell you now!  Try to guess and give us your
findings in your next letter!  It is a pity the big one is not on the tape.

   Now, we hope that the tape has reached you.  We copied our action on a
cassette where we had taped the french version of LAST TANGO IN PARIS.  We
both loved that very strange film; I loved the young actresses' tits;
Ginette loved the way Marlon Brando dominated the girl!  My slave's
initiation is taped after the film, about halfway through the tape.  Sorry,
the leader is not of Ginette undressing for you: we don't have a camera and
don't intend to buy one if we have to sell it in a few weeks should we
return to France!  Have a wonderful time, and remember you have been warned
about the violence shown on our film!

   Your friend,
   Giles