From Gary to Greta Part II A
- 3 years ago
- 30
- 0
From Gary To Greta Part VIII free porn video
Part VII From Gary to Greta was written by my Domme Mistress whose name
will not be revealed. This story is definetely not for people underage.
So if you are too young or don?t like TG-Stories stop reading.
By Domme Mistress and Greta
From Gary to Greta Part VIII
Friday evening my wife and I went out for a long walk along the river
Seine. Two women, arm in arm. Granted, my wife is really beautiful. And
next to her, I too in a tight skirt, sheer blouse, bra clearly visible,
face with very feminine make-up, we attracted a lot of comments.
Normally my wife would have flirted but tonight she seemed to be more
romantic. Or at least, she had something on her mind.
We walked away from the river and into the city. We looked at store
windows, two women window-shopping in the evening. And then she stopped.
It was a tattoo parlor. She practically dragged me in. I had never been
inside one before and looked around. Men and women in various states of
undress were having their bodies decorated. Others were being pierced.
In places of their bodies that made me shrink just looking. My wife
walked over to a pair of men that were busy working. They stopped to
listen to her. Both of them, obviously very gay, were so correct and
polite listening to my wife. Even the customer on whom they were working
was listening to her. She was using her hands to explain something.
Every few minutes, they would turn to look at me from afar and smile as
if understanding what she wanted. They finally nodded, shook hands as if
they had come to an agreement, and my wife slipped them two 100 Euros
notes. Even the customer seemed happy. He looked up at my wife and
whispered something. She smiled and nodded, leaning over to kiss his
face on both cheeks. How Parisian.
She turned to thank the guys once more. The customer reached up her
thigh. Even from a distance where I was, I could see what he was doing.
And then my wife had the unmistakable expression of one who is being
fingered up her ass. A sharp wince of pain and then a smile of
satisfaction. She swayed her hips a bit and smiled some more before
walking away slowly. They smiled back, lit a cigarette and went back to
work on their customer, offering him a puff, too.
We walked back out. I asked, "Madame Beringer, what was all that about?"
She laughed, "Sissy, something very special! We need to update our
program constantly. After all, people are paying lots of money to see
you perform three times a week. Last week I took in 3,600 Euros with
your modeling and I want much more from now on. I want a house in the
country. And to travel to my native Peru first class. Now be a good
sissy, and take me home. I need to change to go out tonight."
Yes, I knew. She would be fucking the customer in the tattoo parlor.
Well, at least not the two gay guys. Or was she into them, too?
Saturday afternoon, as I was walking around the room totally naked and
clean-shaven, the two gay guys from the tattoo parlor showed up. They
kissed my wife a bit too affectionately. I could tell they had become
more than mere business friends since yesterday. Their customer also
came along and there was no doubt he and my wife had been lovers well
into the night, now expecting to continue.
While all Paris watched, the two gay guys played with my body, fondling
my breasts, caressing my legs, tugging at the cock cage. My wife stopped
her sexual foreplay with their customer to hand them the key to my cock
cage. The guys unlocked it and gasped when they saw my huge, thick,
uncut Prussian cock leap out.
They made me lie on the dining room table. One of the guys stood by the
head, reached over, and pulled my legs up by my knees up to my ears. The
other was between my legs. He reached into a briefcase next to him,
opened it, and I heard some activity. I felt a cool dab and smelled
alcohol. He was disinfecting me. My wife again stopped her foreplay to
adjust the camera to offer all of Paris a better view.
I felt something cold against the base of my scrotum, right between my
two testicles. Then an extremely sharp, painful pinch. I screamed. And
heard a snap.
The guy holding my legs let them down slowly and raised my head so I
could see. His friend had pierced a tiny metal ring into the base of my
scrotum and snapped it shut. I was moaning and whimpering. They ignored
me. They looked at my wife. She looked down, saw what they had done, and
smiled her approval. They nodded.
The guy at my head grabbed my legs again by my knees and raised them to
my face, spreading out my knees wide apart. His friend felt the base of
my cock. He felt it again and again, gently and expertly. Like only a
man knows how to touch another man's cock. Satisfied that he had found
the spot, again I felt a dab and knew from the smell of alcohol he was
disinfecting me. I clenched my teeth, vaguely knowing what to expect.
But I could not have expected that, either. In one motion, the guy
pierced through the very base of my cock and snapped another tiny metal
ring.
Again, the guy holding my legs let them down slowly and raised my head
so I could see. Now I had two piercings: one at the base of my cock, and
another at the base of my scrotum.
My erection was gone. The two guys started to stroke me. Only a man
knows how to stroke another man's cock, and these two were extremely
good at what they did. Soon they had my erection back up, hard and
powerful and triumphant. I relaxed and lay back, moaning with happy
pleasure. One continued to stroke my cock. The other seemed more
interested in my foreskin. He pulled on it, tugged it, moved it from
side to side, never pulling it back, just pulling and stretching it out
more and more. I just lay there and moaned and smiled and felt so good.
I screamed.
All of a sudden, without warning nor alcohol, the guy had pulled and
stretched my foreskin all the way out and pierced a tiny metal ring
through it!
I screamed again.
My wife smiled.
I screamed louder and lost my erection.
My wife was even happier now.
They held me, cradled me, played with my testicles and gently played
with cock until the pain was gone and the erection returned. The two
guys started to stroke my cock, Now they tried to pull back my foreskin
but of course it could not slide back because of the ring. They showed
my wife. She smiled and nodded her approval. The two guys continued to
stroke me, foreskin in place and play with my testicles. My erection had
no intention of returning. I was in pain and had been humiliated by
having my genitals pierced while all of Paris watched.
Out of nowhere, Madame Vaucheron appeared. Smoking as always, she told
the guys to hold up my legs wide apart and her three fingers slid into
my ass. In an instant, her three fingers were gripping and massaging my
prostate. I started to shoot cum from my just-pierced cock. Madame
Vaucheron continued to smoke and massage and I continued to cum. My cock
was just starting to bend down.
I heard two more snaps but did not feel any pain. Later, I saw why. They
had attached a slender, metal chain from the ring on my foreskin to the
ring at the base of my cock. Devils that they were, that chain would
forever ensure that I could walk around cage-free but my cock would
never gain more than 60% erection. The moment it would start to get hard
and rise up, the chain would hold my cock down by having the foreskin
pull against the ring on the base of my cock.
And at the last minute, they attached a tiny set of bells to the ring at
the base of my scrotum!
The entire "operation" had lasted exactly one hour, from 4 pm to 5 pm.
And that afternoon alone, Paris had paid 6,720 Euros for the pleasure of
seeing it happen to me. My lovely wife called the witch my mother-in-law
to proudly tell her she was going to visit her in her native Peru -
flying first class, no less.
So from that moment and to this day, my cock cannot get totally hard nor
all the way up. I cannot really masturbate by pulling my foreskin
because it does not go back. And whenever I walk, the bells on my
testicles make sounds. My wife makes me go out shopping without panties,
so I have to be very careful to take short strides and keep my legs
tightly closed when I walk. Which makes me look even more effeminate.
Now that it is summer, my wife insists we go out every night to walk
along the River Seine. She makes sure I am not wearing panties. If one
or two men approach us, my wife accelerates her pace. To keep up with
her, I too must walk faster. The bells on my scrotum start to sound.
Invariably, the man looks at me and at my wife. She shrugs and points
down at me. He reaches under my skirt to find the source of the sounds.
The look of surprise on his face when he finds that the girl he is
flirting with has bells down there - and has testicles, too - is
priceless to my wife!
My posing sessions continued. At times, Madame Vaucheron would come in
to milk me on camera. She told my wife that a non-retracting foreskin
could be unhealthy, and taught my wife techniques for its hygiene. Each
more devious than the previous. The latest had my wife dip cotton swabs
in sterile lubricant. Tugging on my foreskin, she finds the opening
between the ring, and slips the cotton swab in. She rubs the lubricated
swab against my glans, under the foreskin, "cleaning it out completely".
In reality, all my wife is doing is rubbing a swab under my foreskin
until I beg that I am about to cum. She smiles and turns away.
Paris is paying large sums every week now to watch me, shaved and with
make up, balls and foreskin pierced, cock chained, modeling lingerie and
offering my body to men and women to use live on camera.
Men and women are now bidding to come over for one hour to carry out
their fetish. Everything is permitted. Nothing is off-limits. Anything
the payer wants, he or she can do to and with me. My wife sells my hour
to the highest bidder. The rest of Paris pays to watch.
Geraldine
- 21.01.2023
- 28
- 0
