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Invitation au voyage | second cycle: The Return of Ishtar #2 The chastity cage

It takes a little while for my voice to reassemble your molecules and for you to reintegrate your body and your mind enough to assume the requested shape. The collar has a mysterious effect: it holds you in form: corporal, mental, emotional and erotic. 

The Return of Ishtar #1 Arrival at the hermitage || Initiation of my slave into the mysteries of Goddess

Sergueï opens the door of the vehicle and you step out, vacillating slightly on the uneven ground.

A few stairs, a landing and in the cooler air of a vast hall, a new actor to this invisible scene you are both spectator and elected subject greets you with a collar and leash. 

It seems that the hands of your new warden are female, softer yet determined. You follow the nearly imperceptible sounds of her steps to a flight of stairs spiralling downwards and a narrow corridor. A door opens, you are ushered in your cell. 

Adamantine || Rubber doll [constance] at Der Femdom in Zürich

“On the threshold of the unlit room, I instruct you to kneel. You shiver at the unmistakable smell of rubber; alluring and slightly nauseating, cloying yet sharp, insistent, sexual and penetrating.

I close the door and prompt you to follow me on your four, guided by the sharp stabs of my stilettos on the hard floor.”

Submission in times of confinement 7# | FINAL ORDEAL: FLAGELLATION | Canes & single tail whip

“One after the other, the canes whistle and cut a lattice pattern of swollen white ridges across your buttocks which first turn to red, then purple. Each new cane slotting its strikes in the imprints of the previous ones, deepening the dents until the tender skin gives and blood rises to the surface.”

Submission in times of confinement 6# | TRANSFORMATION, GENDER TRANSGRESSION, FEMINISATION

“You recall the velvet caresses of my long coat against your thigh as I transformed you and created the face of the kurgarrû, applying foundation, hiding your eyebrows with putty, designing her features with the contouring brush.

The pine resin and incense of my perfume mingled with the powders, the blushes and lipstick.”