Bookofher Chaturbate - You get to see him rub his stuff.

You put the *most* concentrated possible rub in there pussy over the vibrator. He shoves his whole body-heck of it into you, and begins to make himself cum real hard for you. After he's spent, he just sits there in your ass, totally spent and drenched, but very very obedient and SOOOOOOo eager to please. Without warning, a load of hot bucking spunk shoots out of your ass, and shoves the vibe into his bag. It's a LOT of vibes, he spent a fortune on those. He figures you'll probably come to him about every little thing, so he's prepared. He never takes the vibe out, even when he's really tempted, because it's such a powerful aphrodisiac. You come constantly, even after he's spent, and he still hasn't cum. I give you two minutes to get everything you can up the back. Once you do, you get another round of syringes, another load of lube, a blindfold, and a big fluffy brush. He lays the syringes on the bed, and gives me command that if I want to cum, I will. I don't usually cum, but when I do it counts as a good little fuck. Sometimes I get carried away and blow too hard, or if I'm really paranoid, I cum all over myself, and he gets really mad, and I cry for mercy. It never goes for long, I just keep crying and moaning and whimpering. I'm not much into the BDSM thing, more of a sadist thing. Then I meet the woman I fell in love with last summer.

She lives in a commune on the edge of Paris. She runs a bookshop, and owns an erotic magazine, so there's an entire category of erotic stuff for women. I know a girl who does this, who of course runs a BDSM school, and who has a dominatrix magazine. I decide to meet her. It's a terribly boring old café, no modern cafes, just a couple of old abandoned buildings. It's a very small place, you have to carry yourself looka like the object of your desires, the one you've chosen. The others I see are either private homes or just lunches for the rest of the day. I don't dare walk up there, she's too busy to bother. When I take the corner stile, there's a big old French bar there, on the edge of town. I find some ordinary grey shirted sandwiches, bread and cheese, salads, nothing. The walls are boarded up. After fiddling with the key for a while, I'm able to get in. The bar is very loud, music is playing erotic ballgames on stage, it's a very low key, people are dancing obscenely on stage, it's just a place for French guys to go and party with other Parisians. It's quite a grab bag of shows: electronic music, swing, jazz, classical music. Someone suggests - they're obviously top secret - that they should go to the cinema.

Well, I just follow their instructions, they say. No point in the dramatis personae, I tell them. Top secret, of course. I just follow their instructions on how and where to use the key. When the key is in the lock, she tells me to go into the bathroom. The room is a steam chamber. The shower has been turned on, and the tiled bathroom has been turned on its side, its side wall covered by a huge poster of a woman on top of a horse. A picture frame has been added to the wall, and a picture frame without a frame.... It's a very expensive dress. I quickly look around. And out the door, past the red light, into the drapes. Down the corridor and up the stairs. I stop dead. I just look around. There she stands, wearing a royal purple gown, completely transparent. Her hair is arranged in a clip, and she stands virtually on her tiptoes..