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Trigger to my greatest sub experience ever…
Hi, I’m Jacky, a mid-age bisexual woman.
I’m married to the love of my life Lindsay a same age lesbian.
Both introduced to BDSM lifestyle over 25 years ago.
Both dominatrices, only being submissive towards each other.
So, for each other we both are BDSM switches…
As I’m wealthy enough to enjoy life. We, for example, visit every Formula1 race.
The only time when not being there is when Lindsay or I is ill…
So, last race at Hockenheim in July 2018 we were there too.
On Friday it was hot weather and almost burning asphalt.
That evening I had chosen my dress for Saturday’s event already.
A nice white summer dress. And besides this dress, I decided to only wear thong panties, high heel sandals and a large sun hat, all white.
The next morning, we both overslept as being naughty girls till late in the evening before ;-)
So, in a hurry we showered, got dressed, almost skipped breakfast except for coffee and croissant and stepped into the car from front door of the hotel on our way to the racetrack.
During the car ride we for the first time that day discovered it was complete other weather than the day before, it was raining! At that moment I started to get worried because I knew that dress of mine would become somewhat translucent when getting wet…
Fortunately, on race track we could ran from car into Red Bull paddock, without really becoming wet.
But unfortunately, the dress had become wet enough to see the effect, so I had a problem.
We didn’t want to stay in paddock the whole event. But the sky was completely grey, so it probably wouldn’t stop raining on short notice.
That moment I asked my personal assistant to get me another outfit from the hotel room.
She arranged to have two other outfits (including matching underwear) within half an hour, so I could choose what to wear.
In the meantime, it was dry again ;-) But I decided to change clothes and not to be surprised by weather again. As one outfit was completely in Renault colors, in Red Bull area I had pretty much all people interested around me since then ;-)
Lindsay later made remark that it was a pity me not wearing that dress anymore, because she had the pleasure thought of throwing a bucket of ice water over me, simple because she wanted to see what’s underneath it…
The fact that she wanted to throw ice water on me! Inwardly I was furious :-(
That moment in time was a trigger to an exciting submissive time, but I didn’t realize that on that moment…
On Monday morning we flew back home in our private jet.
During flight we discussed what to do the rest of the day.
I suggested it was time to clean our BDSM playroom again.
We do that every quarter and ourselves. Hardly can’t find housekeeping personnel who are willing to do that ;-) but both Lindsay and I don’t like the job either…
We had to force decision and draw straws. I lost :-(
At that moment my submissive role started, Monday at 14:00 hours.
So back home Lindsay demanded me to wear my maids outfit.
As the weather in Zurich was as warm as last Friday on Hockenheim, I was not amused to wear that thick, tough leather maids dress. Especially because our playroom is in basement, swelteringly warm, even with air-conditioning over there.
The tight half-length dress has long sleeves, is high-necked and back zipped with a two-way zipper. Despite not wearing underwear underneath it, I started to sweat already when wearing it for five seconds… To finish the outfit, I had to wear five-inch high heels, white half-apron, white lace headpiece and fine-meshed fishnet stockings with white lace garter.
Our BDSM playroom in basement has several compartments and a total floor space of around 200 square meters. It is more or less a ‘master bedroom’ on itself with a walk-in-closet, a main playroom and a wet room. Between the wet room and playroom is a jail with doors to both rooms in which you can only stand upright.
It really scared the hell out of me when Lindsay said she would come back for inspection in about two hours. Fortunately, I only had to clean the wet room and jail, but within two hours :-( While I was cleaning, Mrs. Lindsay was sunbathing in our garden.
Don’t believe Lindsay allowed me to do two hours full time cleaning, so pretty soon my smartphone was ringing: ‘Bring me some fresh lemon ice water within ten minutes’. I started to run to kitchen the moment I heard lemon ice water. My kitchen staff was smiling the moment I came into the room, they are used to us playing around ;-) When I started squeezing lemons one kitchen staff member asked me if they could help me and when I explained about the ice water, within five minutes a long drink glass full of lemon ice water was ready. Running to garden with glass on tray and without spilling, I barely managed the job within ten minutes. Lindsay was not impressed, guessing right our kitchen staff helped me. But I could go back to work, cleaning playroom.
If I had to clean the playroom, I like the wet room most. Mopping the floor, sanitary cleaning, etc. Better then dusting and vacuuming, because I hate that white gloves inspection ;-) Always fail on some part, and as a result therefore punishment again… While cleaning with water and cleaning solution is much more effective. As long as I can keep on working the full two hours…
Because half an hour later the smartphone rang again: ‘come rub my back with sunscreen now’. Needed another twenty minutes to do that. Don’t use too much sunscreen, don’t rub to hard, you forget a spot, do that again! And I needed to stay polite, yes Madam, no Madam… If I had a bucket of ice water, I had thrown it over her ;-)
When the third time the smartphone rang again, I had had it. New assignment, feed the dogs! While clock was ticking for the cleaning inspection of the playroom… Wasn’t finished yet :-( So, I ran to kitchen, asked my staff a bucket of ice water, walked into the garden and threw the ice water all over Lindsay!
In the meantime, she had put on a blouse while it seemed a bit colder outside in the late afternoon. Therefore, I couldn’t stop smiling when I heard her screaming and gasping and saw hard nipples under her wet blouse ;-) But, my smile was momentary as she looked furious to me and grabbed me by my hair and dragged me inside. Because she was walking fast, almost running, I stumbled and fall on my five-inch high heels in the hallway, in about four meters in front of the elevator…
She didn’t care and dragged me further, into the elevator by my hair. I screamed hard because that really hurts. When doors of the elevator were closed and elevator was moving downwards to the playroom, she forced me to take my clothes off. When I wasn’t doing that quickly enough, she slapped my ass…
In the playroom I saw Lindsay looking around with an inspecting look. For a moment I was hopeful, but I had to know better. She directed me into the jail while I was fully naked and I had to place my hands above my head. Immediately I felt the handcuffs around my wrists. Efficient as Lindsay can be, a few seconds later the leg spreader was attached to my ankles…
I’m not in favor of piercings, but for the BDSM roleplay I had made one exception a few years ago, a tongue piercing. I’m normally not wearing it, only during roleplay games. So, when Lindsay said I had to open mouth, I knew what was coming… She put my tongue piercing in. Then she put some nipple clamps on my nipples and attached a chain in between them. The middle of that chain she attached to my tongue piercing in a way my tits were lifted a few centimeters. That way I couldn’t close my mouth otherwise my nipples and tongue would hurt really bad :-(
Before she closed door of the jail, she also attached some labia clamps on me and connected some weights at those clamps with little chains. Enough for me to start screaming because it did hurt me. She slapped me on the ass again, yelled to shut up and locked the door. There I stood, in the dark…
Don’t know how long I stood there, but my arms, tongue, nipples and labia really started to hurt. But to my own surprise also vaginal secretions was dripping on the floor. Apparently, it really turned me on. Of course, Lindsay had to spoil the fun when she opened jail again. She saw me dripping and told me she was going to punish me for that. She asked me if I had to clean this room or not and when I protested, she used a crop to hit my tits, two mean painful taps… I obeyed her and admitted I had to clean the floor, because I didn’t do that well enough I deserved punishment :-(
She freed me out of jail and removed all the tools attached to me, even the tongue piercing. Then she took me to the walk-in-closet of our playroom. Over there a clock hangs on the wall. It really gave me shivers, because it appeared I have been in jail for almost three hours! It was almost nine o-clock in the evening now…
She looked up a black latex cat suit for me with feet, gloves and zipper attached hood. It only had one other zipper on the back from top of hood through crotch, and three holes in the head mask, one for the mouth and two for the nose…
Then she looked at me and said: ‘Listen carefully’:
‘The jail part was my revenge for the ice water. What I’m going to do now is for poor cleaning of the playroom. If you hadn’t done this ice water stunt, you would have had enough time to do a proper cleaning. Therefor I’m going to make you feel dirty and I will block most of your senses during play! For that reason, I’m going to tell you now the only important thing, you have to cum three times before I set you free. If that’s reached too quickly, you will receive extra punishment afterwards. And believe me, when I’m finished you’re going to feel dirty with all the vaginal secretions within your cat suit ;-)’
Lindsay usually tolerates no contradiction and therefor didn’t listen to me anymore. She worked on me to get me ready for my next punishment. For one thing she puts on all kind of pads (sensors) on my skin to measure vital functions. Subsequently she puts earbuds in me, so I wouldn’t hear a thing anymore. After that she puts a vibrator in my vagina, the one that can be remote controlled by all kind of sensors… But it was still turned off.
Now it was time to put the cat suit on. Twenty minutes later I couldn’t see a thing too… Next moment was a pleasant one, she was lubricating the cat suit ;-) Couldn’t resist to go gasping clearly. But Lindsay is a harsh dominatrix, so with a slap on my back and tits, she kept me silent. Lindsay however is always better safe than sorry, so she puts on a harness with ball gag on me too.
Within an hour I couldn’t talk, see and listen anymore… So, what was next? Of course, how could I forget? Head to wear leather corset and ankle boots with four-inch high heels. Really an experience that someone is putting you a corset on, while you can’t hear and see ;-)
Then all the sudden I was grabbed and thrown over the shoulder. Probably by one of my bodyguards… Hate it when they see me like this :-( But my landing was soft, so I was probably lying in our bed. But that comfort was short-lived. My arms and legs were forced behind my back and chained together by stainless steel cuffs. So, she had the nerve to hog-tie me…
And if that wasn’t enough, the harness on my head was attached by chain to this hog-tie too. In my opinion this chain was way too short of course… I screamed out load, only with this ball gag in my mouth, Lindsay couldn’t hear me. But my drooling hopefully said enough to her? No, nothing changed, so I assume she only laughed about it :-(
At that point in time nothing seems to happen for another five minutes, until I felt the vibrator was working on very low speed. Now the game has started! Computer had taken over the job, controlling the speed of vibrator in me, based on sensor input. Really advanced stuff. If I lay down as quiet as possible, sensors notice that and increases vibrator speed. If orgasm seems coming soon, vibrator will be slowed down or even stopped, to prevent that to happen. So, it was my task to beat computer and to take care of three orgasms in as much time as possible.
I knew the computer was counting the orgasms, so Lindsay probably went to sleep and let the computer generate an alarm when I was ready or an emergency occurs…
During this play, which seems endless to me, I was drooling heavily. First orgasm took quite some time before it was there, but it was a long lasting one and intense. After that first I had a hard time. I felt I had to have a pee. I resisted to it of course, but it was futile, so finally I’d peed my pants :-(
Second orgasm was as if I was exploding. I could feel the urine and ejaculatory fluid within my cat suit finding its way from my crotch to my tits. Over there a drain with hose caught the excess liquid in a collection tray. At that point in time I really felt dirty, in the sense of how Lindsay had predicted me that…
I couldn’t lie still anymore, as muscles started to get hurt by this hog-tied position. So, third orgasm therefor was as if I was fainting… Maybe also because mission was accomplished ;-)
A few minutes later Lindsay removed the harness and hood and gave me the change to use my senses again. But she used her senses too and she smelled me, that’s why she looked in the collection tray… She freed me up from the hog-tie and explained to me if I couldn't hold my pee, I therefore had to sleep in the dirt too :-( So with cat suit still on she chained me to the bed and ordered me to go asleep. When I looked at the clock in the room it was over two o-clock in the night. I protested against this humiliating treatment, but within a few minutes I was asleep, tired as I was…
It was half past eight in the morning I woke up. Opened my eyes, immediately feeling dirty again because of that wet and sticky cat suit on my skin. Then all the sudden realizing Lindsay had not removed the vibrator and it was turned on again. Three times in a row when I had the feeling that I was ready to cum, vibrator stopped. After those three times, Lindsay was there, took the vibrator out and forced herself in with a really large strap-on she was wearing. She was almost like a man pounding in me. So, when my body wasn’t opposing it anymore, I screamed out loud Lindsay’s name when having this orgasm of pure pleasure ;-)
Now it was really the end of the game, so I ran into bathroom, took of the cat suit over there and cleaned it, as well as myself, under a hot shower. After getting dry with a towel, I sat down on the sofa in our bedroom walk-in closet, naked and closing my eyes. Then all the sudden my P.A. and my personal trainer where there too. Personal trainer encouraged me to put on fitness outfit, because we had an appointment for intense fitness session now. My P.A. was ‘asking’ WTF with her eyes and Lindsay was playing innocent…
During that two hours fitness session I died three times, but strange enough I’m still breathing ;-) LOL
Hi, I’m Jacky, a mid-age bisexual woman.
I’m married to the love of my life Lindsay a same age lesbian.
Both introduced to BDSM lifestyle over 25 years ago.
Both dominatrices, only being submissive towards each other.
So, for each other we both are BDSM switches…
As I’m wealthy enough to enjoy life. We, for example, visit every Formula1 race.
The only time when not being there is when Lindsay or I is ill…
So, last race at Hockenheim in July 2018 we were there too.
On Friday it was hot weather and almost burning asphalt.
That evening I had chosen my dress for Saturday’s event already.
A nice white summer dress. And besides this dress, I decided to only wear thong panties, high heel sandals and a large sun hat, all white.
The next morning, we both overslept as being naughty girls till late in the evening before ;-)
So, in a hurry we showered, got dressed, almost skipped breakfast except for coffee and croissant and stepped into the car from front door of the hotel on our way to the racetrack.
During the car ride we for the first time that day discovered it was complete other weather than the day before, it was raining! At that moment I started to get worried because I knew that dress of mine would become somewhat translucent when getting wet…
Fortunately, on race track we could ran from car into Red Bull paddock, without really becoming wet.
But unfortunately, the dress had become wet enough to see the effect, so I had a problem.
We didn’t want to stay in paddock the whole event. But the sky was completely grey, so it probably wouldn’t stop raining on short notice.
That moment I asked my personal assistant to get me another outfit from the hotel room.
She arranged to have two other outfits (including matching underwear) within half an hour, so I could choose what to wear.
In the meantime, it was dry again ;-) But I decided to change clothes and not to be surprised by weather again. As one outfit was completely in Renault colors, in Red Bull area I had pretty much all people interested around me since then ;-)
Lindsay later made remark that it was a pity me not wearing that dress anymore, because she had the pleasure thought of throwing a bucket of ice water over me, simple because she wanted to see what’s underneath it…
The fact that she wanted to throw ice water on me! Inwardly I was furious :-(
That moment in time was a trigger to an exciting submissive time, but I didn’t realize that on that moment…
On Monday morning we flew back home in our private jet.
During flight we discussed what to do the rest of the day.
I suggested it was time to clean our BDSM playroom again.
We do that every quarter and ourselves. Hardly can’t find housekeeping personnel who are willing to do that ;-) but both Lindsay and I don’t like the job either…
We had to force decision and draw straws. I lost :-(
At that moment my submissive role started, Monday at 14:00 hours.
So back home Lindsay demanded me to wear my maids outfit.
As the weather in Zurich was as warm as last Friday on Hockenheim, I was not amused to wear that thick, tough leather maids dress. Especially because our playroom is in basement, swelteringly warm, even with air-conditioning over there.
The tight half-length dress has long sleeves, is high-necked and back zipped with a two-way zipper. Despite not wearing underwear underneath it, I started to sweat already when wearing it for five seconds… To finish the outfit, I had to wear five-inch high heels, white half-apron, white lace headpiece and fine-meshed fishnet stockings with white lace garter.
Our BDSM playroom in basement has several compartments and a total floor space of around 200 square meters. It is more or less a ‘master bedroom’ on itself with a walk-in-closet, a main playroom and a wet room. Between the wet room and playroom is a jail with doors to both rooms in which you can only stand upright.
It really scared the hell out of me when Lindsay said she would come back for inspection in about two hours. Fortunately, I only had to clean the wet room and jail, but within two hours :-( While I was cleaning, Mrs. Lindsay was sunbathing in our garden.
Don’t believe Lindsay allowed me to do two hours full time cleaning, so pretty soon my smartphone was ringing: ‘Bring me some fresh lemon ice water within ten minutes’. I started to run to kitchen the moment I heard lemon ice water. My kitchen staff was smiling the moment I came into the room, they are used to us playing around ;-) When I started squeezing lemons one kitchen staff member asked me if they could help me and when I explained about the ice water, within five minutes a long drink glass full of lemon ice water was ready. Running to garden with glass on tray and without spilling, I barely managed the job within ten minutes. Lindsay was not impressed, guessing right our kitchen staff helped me. But I could go back to work, cleaning playroom.
If I had to clean the playroom, I like the wet room most. Mopping the floor, sanitary cleaning, etc. Better then dusting and vacuuming, because I hate that white gloves inspection ;-) Always fail on some part, and as a result therefore punishment again… While cleaning with water and cleaning solution is much more effective. As long as I can keep on working the full two hours…
Because half an hour later the smartphone rang again: ‘come rub my back with sunscreen now’. Needed another twenty minutes to do that. Don’t use too much sunscreen, don’t rub to hard, you forget a spot, do that again! And I needed to stay polite, yes Madam, no Madam… If I had a bucket of ice water, I had thrown it over her ;-)
When the third time the smartphone rang again, I had had it. New assignment, feed the dogs! While clock was ticking for the cleaning inspection of the playroom… Wasn’t finished yet :-( So, I ran to kitchen, asked my staff a bucket of ice water, walked into the garden and threw the ice water all over Lindsay!
In the meantime, she had put on a blouse while it seemed a bit colder outside in the late afternoon. Therefore, I couldn’t stop smiling when I heard her screaming and gasping and saw hard nipples under her wet blouse ;-) But, my smile was momentary as she looked furious to me and grabbed me by my hair and dragged me inside. Because she was walking fast, almost running, I stumbled and fall on my five-inch high heels in the hallway, in about four meters in front of the elevator…
She didn’t care and dragged me further, into the elevator by my hair. I screamed hard because that really hurts. When doors of the elevator were closed and elevator was moving downwards to the playroom, she forced me to take my clothes off. When I wasn’t doing that quickly enough, she slapped my ass…
In the playroom I saw Lindsay looking around with an inspecting look. For a moment I was hopeful, but I had to know better. She directed me into the jail while I was fully naked and I had to place my hands above my head. Immediately I felt the handcuffs around my wrists. Efficient as Lindsay can be, a few seconds later the leg spreader was attached to my ankles…
I’m not in favor of piercings, but for the BDSM roleplay I had made one exception a few years ago, a tongue piercing. I’m normally not wearing it, only during roleplay games. So, when Lindsay said I had to open mouth, I knew what was coming… She put my tongue piercing in. Then she put some nipple clamps on my nipples and attached a chain in between them. The middle of that chain she attached to my tongue piercing in a way my tits were lifted a few centimeters. That way I couldn’t close my mouth otherwise my nipples and tongue would hurt really bad :-(
Before she closed door of the jail, she also attached some labia clamps on me and connected some weights at those clamps with little chains. Enough for me to start screaming because it did hurt me. She slapped me on the ass again, yelled to shut up and locked the door. There I stood, in the dark…
Don’t know how long I stood there, but my arms, tongue, nipples and labia really started to hurt. But to my own surprise also vaginal secretions was dripping on the floor. Apparently, it really turned me on. Of course, Lindsay had to spoil the fun when she opened jail again. She saw me dripping and told me she was going to punish me for that. She asked me if I had to clean this room or not and when I protested, she used a crop to hit my tits, two mean painful taps… I obeyed her and admitted I had to clean the floor, because I didn’t do that well enough I deserved punishment :-(
She freed me out of jail and removed all the tools attached to me, even the tongue piercing. Then she took me to the walk-in-closet of our playroom. Over there a clock hangs on the wall. It really gave me shivers, because it appeared I have been in jail for almost three hours! It was almost nine o-clock in the evening now…
She looked up a black latex cat suit for me with feet, gloves and zipper attached hood. It only had one other zipper on the back from top of hood through crotch, and three holes in the head mask, one for the mouth and two for the nose…
Then she looked at me and said: ‘Listen carefully’:
‘The jail part was my revenge for the ice water. What I’m going to do now is for poor cleaning of the playroom. If you hadn’t done this ice water stunt, you would have had enough time to do a proper cleaning. Therefor I’m going to make you feel dirty and I will block most of your senses during play! For that reason, I’m going to tell you now the only important thing, you have to cum three times before I set you free. If that’s reached too quickly, you will receive extra punishment afterwards. And believe me, when I’m finished you’re going to feel dirty with all the vaginal secretions within your cat suit ;-)’
Lindsay usually tolerates no contradiction and therefor didn’t listen to me anymore. She worked on me to get me ready for my next punishment. For one thing she puts on all kind of pads (sensors) on my skin to measure vital functions. Subsequently she puts earbuds in me, so I wouldn’t hear a thing anymore. After that she puts a vibrator in my vagina, the one that can be remote controlled by all kind of sensors… But it was still turned off.
Now it was time to put the cat suit on. Twenty minutes later I couldn’t see a thing too… Next moment was a pleasant one, she was lubricating the cat suit ;-) Couldn’t resist to go gasping clearly. But Lindsay is a harsh dominatrix, so with a slap on my back and tits, she kept me silent. Lindsay however is always better safe than sorry, so she puts on a harness with ball gag on me too.
Within an hour I couldn’t talk, see and listen anymore… So, what was next? Of course, how could I forget? Head to wear leather corset and ankle boots with four-inch high heels. Really an experience that someone is putting you a corset on, while you can’t hear and see ;-)
Then all the sudden I was grabbed and thrown over the shoulder. Probably by one of my bodyguards… Hate it when they see me like this :-( But my landing was soft, so I was probably lying in our bed. But that comfort was short-lived. My arms and legs were forced behind my back and chained together by stainless steel cuffs. So, she had the nerve to hog-tie me…
And if that wasn’t enough, the harness on my head was attached by chain to this hog-tie too. In my opinion this chain was way too short of course… I screamed out load, only with this ball gag in my mouth, Lindsay couldn’t hear me. But my drooling hopefully said enough to her? No, nothing changed, so I assume she only laughed about it :-(
At that point in time nothing seems to happen for another five minutes, until I felt the vibrator was working on very low speed. Now the game has started! Computer had taken over the job, controlling the speed of vibrator in me, based on sensor input. Really advanced stuff. If I lay down as quiet as possible, sensors notice that and increases vibrator speed. If orgasm seems coming soon, vibrator will be slowed down or even stopped, to prevent that to happen. So, it was my task to beat computer and to take care of three orgasms in as much time as possible.
I knew the computer was counting the orgasms, so Lindsay probably went to sleep and let the computer generate an alarm when I was ready or an emergency occurs…
During this play, which seems endless to me, I was drooling heavily. First orgasm took quite some time before it was there, but it was a long lasting one and intense. After that first I had a hard time. I felt I had to have a pee. I resisted to it of course, but it was futile, so finally I’d peed my pants :-(
Second orgasm was as if I was exploding. I could feel the urine and ejaculatory fluid within my cat suit finding its way from my crotch to my tits. Over there a drain with hose caught the excess liquid in a collection tray. At that point in time I really felt dirty, in the sense of how Lindsay had predicted me that…
I couldn’t lie still anymore, as muscles started to get hurt by this hog-tied position. So, third orgasm therefor was as if I was fainting… Maybe also because mission was accomplished ;-)
A few minutes later Lindsay removed the harness and hood and gave me the change to use my senses again. But she used her senses too and she smelled me, that’s why she looked in the collection tray… She freed me up from the hog-tie and explained to me if I couldn't hold my pee, I therefore had to sleep in the dirt too :-( So with cat suit still on she chained me to the bed and ordered me to go asleep. When I looked at the clock in the room it was over two o-clock in the night. I protested against this humiliating treatment, but within a few minutes I was asleep, tired as I was…
It was half past eight in the morning I woke up. Opened my eyes, immediately feeling dirty again because of that wet and sticky cat suit on my skin. Then all the sudden realizing Lindsay had not removed the vibrator and it was turned on again. Three times in a row when I had the feeling that I was ready to cum, vibrator stopped. After those three times, Lindsay was there, took the vibrator out and forced herself in with a really large strap-on she was wearing. She was almost like a man pounding in me. So, when my body wasn’t opposing it anymore, I screamed out loud Lindsay’s name when having this orgasm of pure pleasure ;-)
Now it was really the end of the game, so I ran into bathroom, took of the cat suit over there and cleaned it, as well as myself, under a hot shower. After getting dry with a towel, I sat down on the sofa in our bedroom walk-in closet, naked and closing my eyes. Then all the sudden my P.A. and my personal trainer where there too. Personal trainer encouraged me to put on fitness outfit, because we had an appointment for intense fitness session now. My P.A. was ‘asking’ WTF with her eyes and Lindsay was playing innocent…
During that two hours fitness session I died three times, but strange enough I’m still breathing ;-) LOL
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