Activity…

I’ve made a poll that talked exactly about: how to do BDSM and with which manners.
I got the answer but it was close to a tie.

What I think about that?
Well, saying BDSM to me is a life style, is a fact, heard over and over again.
To me roles are vital alse outside of the bedroom, for an actual ROLE talk!

Respect must be there, always and inexorably.
But a sub remains a sub, 24/7.
Ready to give and get pleasure.
I’m talking about mental submission, given by the day, the pleasures and the kind of day.
You can be dominant also in a civil conversation, where voice tones are kept on the low and why not, the dom is fully wrong.
In the end it’s all about understanding our own role and play it out in the best way possible, using everything we need not to let the pleasure fade.

A lot of people ask me: is your wife, and switch, a sub with you?
We are a couple, and even without wanting that, one dominates and the other accepts it. As a good dominator I always try to keep up her intrest in me, to alway create a need for me even on the phone.

It’s a game, a wonderful game. You just need to know the rules. Right?!

Spin the bottle…


As in every group of dudes, I’ve played the “Spin the bottle” game, the one where, all sitting in a circle with a bottle in the middle to spin, depending on where it lands, you have to “do things” with other people.

Up until here, nothing weird, unfortunately, I got dragged into this game by the lady who introduced me to this world of perdition.
It was a night during March, I remember it clearly beauces it was 2 week away from Easter and she invited me to her place. “I have some firends who’d like to meet you, tonight, don’t make me look bad and bring a friend”.

I called my buddy, a 5 foot 9 dude, with blue eyes and red hair named Edoardo.
He, knowing it was going to be only over 50 years old ladies, reluctantly accepted.
We met up at the “Betulle Park”, he got off his car and jumped on mine. He told me: “No fresh meat, then?!” I srìtarted laughing and started the car, destination “Game”.

We got at the Lady’s house, I rang the doorbell and nobody answered. After 3/4 attempts she called me and told me: “I’ll open the door in a second, get up at the second floor instead of the this one! We’re at the neighbour’s!”
I looked straight to Edoardo and rubbed my hands, also because I’d already seen the neighbour and the idea of having her wearing lingerie once again, wwasn’t bad at all!

We got up to the floor, rang the doorbell and the door was opened by a man, he was about 60 and shabby and he told us: “Go into the living room, they’re already waiting for you”. We went along the hallway and once we got to the living room door, I touched the door handle, took a deep breath and went in.

“HERE’S OUR DOM! OOOH WHAT A BUDDY!”, and the got our jackets.

There were 7 ladies, all between 45 to over 60 years old, but magnifically worn.
To simplify and give an idea of how they looked, 4 dark haired (2 blue eyes) and 3 blondes (1 blue/green eye) with a not bad body.

We didn’t have to do anything for the night besides playing “Spin the Bottle” with the only difference that it was pkìlayd in steps switching between me and my friend.

Basically, the 7 old maids in circle, sitting down and us sitting on the sofa, waiting for our turn.

The bottle spins and lands on the landlady and… it was my turn…

It started with a massage, so, getting behind the drawn lady and I masssage until the next turn!
The second round was a make out session, a very very hot one. But not with the others, because the fun side of this game was that the one who got drawn, got all the steps.

But I wanna explain it with a lot of calm.

The third round was, a nipple lick… and the scene was already heating up, when half of them were already in their bras and the other half was still waitng for the massage.
Fourth turn, groping breasts and touching the clitoris.
Fifth round, fingering.
Sixth turn, spanking.
Seventh round, bondage and spanking.
Eighth turn, bondage / spanking / rogue.

Here, let’s stop at the eighth round that already has a lot to say on its own.
They were bound, already beaten and the adding of rogue created a magical effect in the air.
I remember the blonde, a tall drink of water, I grabbed her by the hair, put her on her knees, face down and spanking her on her athletic butt, I was making her crawl on her knees to make her come to me. It was very exciting seeing her suffer from the hits of my hands and seeing her pleasure leave traces on the ground.

Ninth turn, bondage and torture.
By the time we got there, the ropes were already tied with their nipples squeezed between clothes pins, all linked together on a single rope, in another stuffed brassier’s mouth, that was standing up form her position and pulling was yanking away the pins. To then do the same thing on her pussy lips, now so wet they didn’t even hold.

Tenth round, bondage and sensation play.
Bound and blindfolded, with an empty flute-like glass in hand, behind their backs. Feathers, ice, cold fruits and candles. And pleasure flowing on their thighs towards the floor.

Eleventh turn, bondage roplay / harem.
The chosen one had to choose one or more “friends” and be a slave to all of them. The most exciting thing was seeing her mouth full of feminine plasure and seeing her getting off while my whip hit hard on her powerless body.

Twelfth round, bondage hard pleasure.
Tied to the sofa, vibrators and whipping for half an hour, uninterrupted pleasure.

Thirteenth round, Venerate and thank.
On their knees, thanking their Dom, egg vibrator and untying.

Well, after hours and hours of fun, I’m here telling you this story.
It’s been a nice experience, very nice.

I wanted to thank B. for helping me reconstruct that “hot” night. Thank you, really,

And also 2018…

So yeah, we also got to the end of 2018.
I’ll make a list of letters, thanking all of those who, in my world have been there.
It’ll mean everything and nothing, but it’s at least to thank you. And for those I forgot, Im’ sorry but you’re way too many!

Let’s start with A. (translations/green eyes), F. (Blue eyes), S. (The youngest/deh), S. (Blue eyes), MC (The oldest/lake), N. (Hard headed/dark eyes), D (Diprè Paura), V. (From the south with wildness), M. (Massage me), V. (Aesthetically There), A. (Shy creature) and a lot other people!

I wanted to say THANK YOU, cause it’s because of you that I opened this blog and decided to share myself.

But thanks especially to * people for all you do for me, for my day and my blues.

But I can’t forget who made this all possible, the marvellous creature who supports me and puts up with me and makes my days sunnier sometimes and that I love so much… M❤️

What else can I say… THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

And… Happy 2019 everybody!

What it taught us…

It’s been months since I wanted to write this post, and I think at the end of 2018, could be the perfect time to do it.

It happens way to often that I tell my stories and I get adressed with the “nickname” of Mister Grey.

Well, know that it kind of annoys me and the reason can be found among my articles, here and three on this blog.

The main reason, though, is given by the main factor.
Mister Christian is a man with early life problems that get unloaded, then, through BDSM. She’s the one in love with him, not the opposite!

What makes a difference bewtween my BDSM from his? Basically everything.
Whe he hits, he does it for HIS OWN MENTAL pleasure, not for hers.
It then became that, but it had to be a role play.

Christian’s Dungeon is a room with ober 700 whips, and different toys.
Very well, remember, you only need 5-6 whips to “play”, there’s no need of a closet full of them.

To add more, the word BONDAGE is used pretty often! Who’s read my blog should already know by heart what it is… right?!
It’s a practice were you ONLY GET TIED, and then other pracitces like waterplay and spanking are combined with it.

So getting back to the question… What makes my way of practising BDSM from his?
Certainly the pleasure needs to be of my sub, not mine.
I certainly don’t make anyone sign anything, there’s a bracelet!
And above all, my mental pleasure is strictly related to my sub’s psychophysical pleasure.

If I really have to give you an advice for a good movie… “THE SECRETARY”!

We’re one day away from the new year. Wait for great things.

2019 IS GONNA BE AN AMAZING YEAR!

Who with a whip… hurts!

I remember when she called in the middle of the night. The phone was vibrating and I, laying on the bed with my ex, rapidly got up to answer, far from her ears and her light sleep. I ran to the kitchen, closed the door and answered: “HELLO? DO YOU THINK IT’S THE TIME?”
She was in tears, just few words and many screeching wheezes: “We tried, you were right, he’s like the others”.

I’m gonna cut it short. Her, 40 year-old woman, ex sub of my world, decides to step away from me and she falls in love with a man, a DOM, 60 years old, very passionate and determined, mental and really carnal.

“Explain everything, what happened and what you did!” And she told me about this rough “session”, given by the moment and his will to make her reach the safe-word.

I decided to get dressed and meet up with her, the following day, before going to work.
I got there with company’s van, in the city center, and took her in the the fields of novara, got her undressed and saw she was full of bruises. Let’s say it that more than a session, it looked like a real torture!
I grabbed the phone and contacted him, to understand the reason behind that vile and useless gesture and he, making it very clear, told me: “MIND YOUR OWN F***ING BUSINESS!”. Caught by the irritation, I closed the call, made a fake account on facebook and contacted him for days on end.

About a week later, I met him, he was disheartened by the fact that he found me there and not a girl and I convinced him to meet up, me, him and the lady we’re talking about.

We met at the Piranha Motel, he knew I was there to “analyze the situation”, unfortunately I had all my beautiful arsenal with me.
During a conversation with him, he told me he would’ve loved being dominated by a couple and feeling UNIQUE. I didn’t do anything but grant him his most extreme fantasies.

We got inside our room, usual pleasantries like “who’s the first going to the bathroom?”, while she goes to the toilette, we start talking by the in-ground hot tub. In between a “why did you do it and why did you come”, we decide to compete for who was the biggest showing off our skills with BDSM ideas. I was just 26, he was over 60 years old, but you could feel the difference in experience and quality of it!

She came out of the bathroom, with her red lingerie set and gave me her wrists, on her knees. He was upset and asked me to step away and I, I did. I sat on a wickerwork armchair, not too far from them and I observed. She, once in a while, looked at me while he, with his whip, hit her butt, giving her pain and useless “game”.

So, during an aggressive doggy-style, she decides to cut it off by saying: “BUT, AS WE ARE HERE, WHY DON’T YOU LET YOURSELF BE DOMINATED?”, he answered almost scared: “YOU?”
I got up and said: “Well, obviously, I’m not staying here just to see an old man fucking a girl…”. He nodded.

I headed towards my bag and took out my black whip, made of fake leather. The smell of that just cleaned and taken care of leather was unmistakable.
She made her untie herself and tied the man’s wrists behind his back and put him doggy-style, face down touching the bed covers and her hands were touching his shoulders while his head was between her legs. I got close and I started, first of all, making out with her, making him feel how my pleasure was her, not his hairy butt.

I moved from them about 3 feet and started striking my hits, on his right butt cheek and he was screaming, alittle bit of pleasure and a little bit of pain.
His voice was so high that echoed through the room. Her and her smug face, were an exciting contour for the whole context.

I brought him up, she undressed him, naked. I got the penis iron cage out of the bag and she put it on him, as a condom.
Still with his hands tied, I put him in the middle of the room, standing, while I turned on the hot tub with cold water.

I ordered her to kneel down in front of him and start turning on his fetish side, starting with licking his calves to the rise towards his butt. With every lick, I stroke my hits and I saw his toy getting tight in that clamp that was denying his penis to swell. He was panicking, he was dripping sweat and pleasure out of every pore.

She then decided, following my orders, to lick in between the cage grates and the suffering of that pig kept rising while that wet toy coming out of her mouth, was trying to lick… and my whip hit, continuously.

She got up, took the whip out of my hands and started flogging him on his nipples while I was putting on latex gloves.

He face was epic, but full of will to experiment.

The floggings kept getting harder and my hands were firmly hitting his butt, now riddled by the whip hits.

So, caught in the moment, I moved to face them, ordered them to look at me and I calmly unfastened my belt, I folded it in half and went to her, brought her up, took the whip out of her hands, put her beside him, on his left side and I started hitting with the belt. She was always massaging the pig still in the same spot, between the grates of that hell clamp and every once in a while she was kissing him and asking him if he was okay.

I blindfolded him, the hands of her were keeping him tight around his waist and we dropped him in the hot tub, freezing cold and with the the engine still on. He screamed as hard as he could but he couldn’t do anything else… THE PIG:

We took him out, still blindfolded and drying his butt, I kept hitting him withmy belt until he yelled: CIOCCOFRUTTA (the lady’s safe-word) and made me laugh and tumble to the ground amused!

I took his blindfolf off, untied him and looking straight into his eyes I told him: WHO HURTS WITH A WHIP, WITH A BELT GETS HIT!

And I went away.
I’ve never heard of her since then, who knows what she’s up to.

I hope she didn’t find another pig. 🙂

Damned Apple!!!


Yesterday I found out something that left me speechless.

Since March 2018, Apple in collaboration with Telegram, has blocked “pornographic” content, blocking the access to my channel and other various contents regarding “MrSix” to Apple devices.
Unfortunately it’s not possible to solve this choice of theirs, that leaves me powerless and speechless.

So in the next few days (in a very very very fast way), will be added notifications for this website, newsletters and a bot on Whatsapp, as to keep close those who, up until now, have supported me.

For the other NON APPLE users, the channel will still be active, alive and always updated.
There will still be active: INSTAGRAM, Facebook and the new TWITTER account.
I’m everywhere now. What you need yo do is look for “MRSIX BDSM” and you’ll find my whole world.

It’s a huge loss I’ve just had, cause a lot of LOYAL users use iPhones or Macs to enter my channel, but for all of this, I’ll have to nake everything I possibly can to keep the bond as close as ever.

As I’ve already said, 2019 will be a year of change, for all the news!

We only need to wait… a few hours or a few days!

PUBLICATION OF POSTS ON TELEGRAM WILL START BACK ON THE 7th OF JANUARY 2018 AT 8:00 a.m.

Let’s dot the i’s.

It’s been days since I needed to write this article, but everytime I stop to think and ask myself why I should do this. Today I found the will and time. And I need to make this clear, once and for all.

BDSM is an acronym of American origins, that gathers in itself a world of practises, thoughts and schools of thought. Unfortunately this, in the collective imagination is mostly seen as violence. And I’m pretty pissed off and disappointed by this.
The philosophy of BDSM is the SSC, as in SAFE SAFE CONSENSUAL, but despite that it’s still considered a cruel act created only to hurt.

This thought, NECESSARY as there’s not just the pleasure of using a whip or to “hit” someone, but generally to understand whether it’s consensual and most importantly SAFE!

It often happens to me to surf the web and get into chats or topic groups where they talk about OWNERS and MASTERS with no care where they give rules, with no belonging nor trust, the squeeze their slaves to find their own personal pleasure. There’s none of it if you don’t create it! There’s no reason behind using your “owner” talent if when your job’s done, your slave runs away and doesn’t want anything to do with you or the BDSM world anymore. You did something wrong, for sure!

When I talk about slaves and subs, I always pay attention to what I say.
The sub or slave needs to be “cuddled” and “loved”, “understood” and granted her deepest wishes and taken beyond her physical and psychic limits.
A used slave, one that doesn’t get cuddled of followed, will run away or she will not want anything to do with this world, or even worse, she’ll be devastated by the idea of having to do with men.

“MY DOM USED TO PUNISH ME FOR MY PERSONALITY”, this is a recurring sentence and it’s pretty annoying. Not for the meaning itself, but for a reason of mutual respect! I find it quite stupid that a sub needs to be continuously scolded for her behavior or her attitude.
On the long run it gets boring and counterproductive!

“MY DOM ASKED ME EVERYDAY TO TAKE PICTURES OF MY PRIVATE PARTS”. I wouldn’t even talk about this. A sentence I read on the profile of a sub said IF YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON A WOMAN’S BRAIN, YOU’VE ALREADY PUT YOUR HANDS EVERYWHERE. I think there’s no better phrase to make DROOLING-MASTERS or FAKE-MASTERS that in BDSM the first thing is the brain. There’s no domination without putting a leash to the mind. And sometimes even the heart.

“MY DOM MADE ME HOOK UP WITH OTHER MEN”. My question is… Did you want it? Often the answer is: “NO!”. And here we’re opening a big parenthesis. The sub or slave, once you gift her your time, still remains a human being. There is no other way to define her. You don’t have a slave you can use like in a porn, where you can show off your trophy. To who, then? If you wanted it, then, well, maybe you don’t need a dom. Especially if this becomes a regular thing.

“WHY DO I HAVE TO SEND YOU A PICTURE OR SHOW MYSELF?”. This is a verified thing and it’s pretty annoying, like a cat hanging on your balls. When you start a virtual thing based of phone domination, for distance reasons, there are smartphones. When you’re dealing with a DOM with a certain experience, even to be able to play with your mind, they need to know how you look, I, in particular, Need a voice/video contact. If I don’t look into my sub’s eyes, she remains a stranger.
So with me, YOU’RE NOT PLAYING.

“I DON’T LIKE THE RULES YOU GAVE ME”. This is very funny statement. Why starting a game with no rules?
Why would I have to leave my things to give you my time if you don’t wanna follow a logic? We can change them, nobody ever denied this, but there’s no game with no rules. If you want a DOM without any rule, go somewhere else.

“I’D LIKE TO TRY SOMETHING EXTREME BUT I’VE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE”. These are the aspiring subs that get here after watching 50 shades and read books about this “presumed BDSM”. Usually the extreme is associated with spanking or humiliation. Fine, let’s bust this myth. Spanking done to leave marks is extreme, but if I start hurting we’re not doing BDSM! There are steps to make, let’s respect them!

I only gathered up a few informations and some thoughts, but I was just to vent about this much ignorance and stupid associations related to my world.

One last thing. It seems like a sentence said just to say something, but I live my live (even matrimonial) in relation to BDSM. There’s not one thing I do during the day that isn’t related to BDSM! So, if I give my time, I’d like to have the same in return.
“NOT EVEN THE DOG WAGS ITS TAIL FOR NOTHING”.

Open up the gates… I accept criticism!

Hot kisses ♥

The call… came….

I was a cold fall night.
As I was used to do, I get into a chat to meet someone. Having always loads of stuff to do, I decided to leave my computer with automatic answers on.
The message brought back to a know social media platform to contact directly.

I couldn’t get into the chat for the whole following day. It was about lunch time when I got a message on that social media. There were a lot of texts, but one in particular left me speechless and very interested at the same time.
After various texts, I decided to ask for her number and we started talking about this and that of my world…

I just remember the call lasted for about 3 hours or so. And that this call was mainly panted and full of orgasms.

I could tell you I heard her more orgasmic than with a normal voice, as her pleasure covered the conversation completely.
During the talk, though, between an orgasm and the other, we talked about us… and the future that could be impending, but very exciting.

I can’t deny tat, the idea of whispering to her ear what I had in mind and also what I was telling her, arouses me, but her pleasure was so hard it covered it completely!

To finish off, what can I say, WHEN WILL YOU MOVE IN MY AREA?

(Who knows if I’ll ever hear again from her… Who knows!)

CARSEX… to me…

When you talk about sex in the car, a lot of people scrunch up their noses and tell me: “IT’S FOR YOUNGSTERS!”.

It’s actually used as a loophole to “do something” when you’re young, but who says that after a certain age you can’t do it anymore? Or, better, who says a car can’t be used to have a little fun?

I think a car could be used on the inside and outside (weather permitting) both to have sex or to end a night out in different ways. One of the most usual carsex positions is on the passenger’s side, her on top. Classic, even for those who already have experience or those just getting the hang of it. But there are millions of different doable positions. A doggy-style for example, or a missionary. The limit is creativity (and how much the couple wants to be a contortionist).

Personal opinion, for both BDSM and sex, I prefer the outside. The contact with nature, makes it even more intimate and more exciting if the partner thinks the same. Obviously!

On the outside you can use the hood, the roof, the doors. Who said a car is only a people means of transport? It could also be of a sexual transportation…

I’m not gonna stay here and tell you off, but careful to fines and charges.

Cause making love is amazing, but doing it safe is another thing 🙂

The new game…

I’ve already talked about this topic, now it seems just right to give it a follow up. The lady that made me an active player, in this world, didn’t really do anything but make me know more and more about where this UNIVERSE would’ve taken me.

She called me at 6 p.m., I was working. She told me: “I need you to meet some friends of mine that will probably make you their pleasure in person”. I was excited at the idea I could be at the center of attention of even just two women older than me. I knew there wasn’t going to be sex, but only the idea, after a few hits given to her, couldn’t make me more excited!

So at 8:30 p.m., I got to her place. She gave me three kisses, took my jacket off and made me seat at the already laid table. She turned off the lights, lit up a candle and told me: “I need you to relax, you’ll have to work hard in a bit”. She cooked a delicious pasta with clams, followed by a nice glass of that white wine we bought together the week before in a historical winehouse of my city. To finish off: a dish of mussels and dessert. The dinner was, on its own, High in erotic charge. I remember her wrapped up in a skin tight black dress. Her unnatural red hair, loose and wavy on her shoulders; a pair of red high heels on her feet and, her smile on her face… The air was fiery! We got to the moment of coffee, she served it right at the table, accompanied by an icy glass of limoncello.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Yes? He’s here, come up!”. I tried hurrying up and finish what was left of my liquor, but she stopped me with a hand telling me: “Stop right there, wait a second”. Four middle aged women got up to the fourth floor; two of them looked like they took really good care of themselves, the other two, instead were showing some sings of the time, there’s very little to say, my mind was already racing!

One of the four women got closer to me, took my glass and came close to my mouth whispering “This will be your pleasure tonight, it’ll be our turn later”. With a hit of her hand, she made me drink it all in a breath, that cold limoncello that, in few seconds, became boiling hot!

I stood up, I looked at them and introduced myself. My age shocked them, but the hostess, in the previous days, ensured to talk me up to them. As she described me, I was the Pleasure in the flesh. They undressed in front of me, they took off their jackets and fur coats and sat on the sofa. They were all wearing skirts, fishnet tights and an impeccable manicure. Three of them had a nice pair of light eyes.

My sub was beside me. She handed me the whip and the collar, she knelt down and begged me to put it on. I didn’t have the right to deny her the pleasure fo feeling mine, despite that new game I was about to start. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up on her feet. She had a daring expression, and that’s exactly where I wanted to take her. While the others were watching the show, I made my sub put her hands on the wall ad, with a lot of strength, I started making my hits fall on her butt. Meanwhile I watched the ladies chattering and getting off from the moment. So I took off my shirt, turned the sub around, put her back on her knees and made her touch me… Her hands were shaking for the pleasure and her face was asking me more hits.

I grabbed her and lead her to the opposite angle of the room making her walk on all fours; her knees were grazing against the floor.
I stepped away and I made her come close, still crawling, while her eyes were looking at me. I knelt down in front of her and made her put her mouth on my body, on my nipples. I started hitting her, hard. I felt her pleasure running down on her skin, a continuos chill. I grabbed her wrists and tied them. I took her to the radiator. I tied her up there: I wanted her to enjoy the show. I tied her ankles so that her legs would stay spread out and ready for my pleasure.

I got closer to the Blonde, Grabbed her, put her doggy-style on the sofa. I started spanking her while her friends where waiting for their turn. I started with my right hand to switch later to my left hand. And then I had an idea. I put them all doggy-style and I started having fun with the whip. To every hit I heard them repeat “Thank you, DOM”. They didn’t do anything but boosting my ego. I got them on their feet and I grabbed the paddle, it was red, with a writing engraved that read “I AM YOUR DOM”, and I started hitting them, one after the other, till the writing showed up, clear, on their light butt cheeks. They kept thanking me at every hit.

I then decided to make them put themselves no the floor, all on their knees, doggy-style, with their butts turned towards me. I took out the hemp rope: 80 m of pure pleasure. I tied their wrists one by one, and, still with the same rope, I tied their ankles too, so that they were immobilized. I grabbed, again the whip and started hitting once more. One of the four women, between one scream and the other, begged me to touch herself.
I made her beg me so much that I hit her so hard I didn’t hear the sound of her voice. I untied her. Her pleasure was dripping to ground. My sub was watching with much joy the monster she had created.

With the same whip, I got close to my slave. I nonchalantly started patting her pleasure with the whip. She was enjoying every hit… and she was thanking me. I untied all the women and took the Blonde. I ordered the other ones to touch one another. I wanted to see their hands glide on their bodies. I brought the Blonde up, grabbed her by her wrists that I stopped behind her back making the rope go around her shoulders. I got close to the door. I opened it and tied the woman there, On her feet, against the door itself. She was looking at me with a satisfied look. I grabbed the whip and hit her on her legs leaving her the first marks. I kept going until I saw two of the other women were kissing. I stopped to look at them.

We were all curious of that “spontaneous” moment. But the situation, in a bit, would’ve slipped from my hands. So I tore them apart, took the Brunette and tied her on the crystal table of the living room, face down, as to trace the shapes of the surface, bound hands and feet at the legs of the table itself. I made the other one lay down on the floor, wrists behind her back, arms tied. The loop of the closure of the rope in her mouth, so that she had to keep her head a little bit back. I got the cotton rope and mummified her legs. The fact that she couldn’t move only created pleasure in her.

The only one missing was the “early” woman. I thought to tie her to the table leg, sitting with her arms up. Fixed to her waist, a microphone vibrator with its head sitting on her already tortured clitoris.

I HAD FULL CONTROL ON ALL OF THEM. Nothing could’ve gone wrong, right?!

I got back my trusted whip and I started, alternately, hitting them all, being pitiless on their bodies marked by the ropes. I untied my sub and put her, naked, on the couch with her legs spread. I moved to face her and I started caressing her hair while, with a hand, I moved her face close to my jeans, making her feel my pleasure through the fabric. She tried, in vain, to reach out with a hand. She got a hit of whip and understood it was an off.limits zone. I kept dominating her. I knew it was the right time for my trophy…

I put myself in the middle of the room and, while everyone was watching, I slowly took off my belt. I folded it in half, made my sub put herself doggy-style and blew my first hit, hard, directly on her butt. She thanked me again. I untied the lady bound to the door, put her doggy-style on the sofa a repeated everything. I did this with all of them. I had five in front of me and my belt was making sounds as never before. It really was too exciting!

With every hit blown, their bodies got redder and redder, despite them asking me always more… way more. I took the lady that asked me before to touch herself. Put her on the ground, doggy-style. Her left hand was touching and stimulating her pleasure. I, while the others were looking at us, got the belt back and hit her buttocks with vehemence, to leave deep marks that felt like scars at the touch. I left a lot of bruises, but she thanked me for every hit she got and for her orgasms.

I looked all of them in the eyes and asked: “DO WE KEEP GOING?”. My sub looked at the clock and answered: “It’s 4! I have to work tomorrow”. The night went by very fast. Just the time to get dressed and for another little show by two women. After that, I ran back home.

A new game, yes, exciting… very!
Who knows if it’ll ever happen again?!