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Another sequel written by Domme Mistress. If there are enough comments i
am sure she will write more. 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 IX
Mademoiselle Claudette appeared one afternoon for my modeling session.
Petite, unassuming, with deep black hair and thick eyebrows, blue eyes,
very small tits, white T-shirt under which I could see a 30A bra, tight
jeans and painted toe nails on feet in sandals. She said my wife had
invited her over for dinner and since she had gotten off work early, she
had decided to come over. I poured some wine for her. She lit a cigarette.
Everyone in Paris seems to smoke incessantly. She sat on the sofa and
motioned me to come close. She admired me and told me to take off my
clothes. I did and immediately my cock started to throb and ache and
pulsate so hard I feared it would rip out the rings and release itself
from the bondage of the anti-erection chain.
Mademoiselle Claudette started to feel my balls.
I have never, ever, ever, ever felt so good.
Expertly Mademoiselle Claudette rolled my balls around, smoking all along.
I was standing in front of her, my body wild with pleasure. Athletic, not
a gram of fat on me, totally shaved and with make-up, pierced and cock-
chained, I had never felt so powerful in my life.
Mademoiselle Claudette smiled. Carefully she rolled each individual
testicle, smoking all along. Her slender, perfectly manicured hands seemed
to be memorizing my testicles.
I have never, ever, ever, ever felt so good.
Mademoiselle Claudette moved slowly, carefully, squeezing just right,
pressing just right, rolling just right, all her fingers focused on what
she was doing.
Mademoiselle Claudette moved to exploring every nuance of my scrotum,
pulling the skin, folding it, releasing it, folding it back again onto
itself, smoking and drinking red wine all along.
She asked me to turn around. From behind she started all over again. And
again. Then she had me on all fours, legs wide apart, and she did it all
over again. And she had me on the sofa, legs up high and wide apart,
holing my knees in my hands while she did it all over again.
I could not figure out why she had even placed a bid for a session with
me. Unlike all other paying customers Mademoiselle Claudette was not
tormenting me. Au contraire! She was filling me with infinite sexual joy.
I had never felt like this before. It is no secret that my married sex
life is a disaster. It is no secret that I have never given either of the
two women with whom I have been any sexual pleasure. My wife reminds me
all the time that I am pathetic. My domme mistress calls me sexually
useless.
Mademoiselle Claudette was making me feel super.
Against all rules and know I am not allowed to talk during my sessions
while on camera, I braved it, "Mademoiselle Claudette, you are so good to
me."
Mademoiselle Claudette smiled and continued feeling and memorizing my
testicles.
Nervously I looked at my wife. She too was smiling, but more important,
she did not mention a word that I was not supposed to talk during my
sessions on webcams.
Bravely, I ventured some more, "Mademoiselle Claudette, does this make you
feel good, too?"
She exhaled, smiled, and put out her cigarette. Now her two hands were on
my balls. "Oui! Of course I feel good! I am so excited! I have never felt
so wet and so excited in my life! This is the best sensation of excitement
and expectation ever!"
I looked at my wife. By now I was suspecting something, "Madame Beringer,
may I please continue to talk with Mademoiselle Claudette?"
My wife smiled, more beautiful than I have ever seen her, more lovely than
even on our wedding day, "Yes, sissy maid, you may indeed continue to talk
with Mademoiselle Claudette."
"Mademoiselle Claudette, what is your profession that you are so good at
what you are doing to me? And why are you so excited?"
My wife leaned over and caressed my face. She had never done that before,
even on our wedding night. Something was strange.
Without letting go of my balls, Mademoiselle Claudette leaned over, kissed
my lips lightly, and said just barely loud enough for the web cameras to
announce to all of Paris, "I am a nurse at a clinic where we operate on
men with testicle cancer. And I am excited because you, sweetie, are going
to be the first normal male with perfectly healthy testicles that I am
going to castrate!!!"
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