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Short-lived S&M escort careerShort-lived S&M escort careerThe cupboard the client had brought from his kitchen revealed an enormous black rubber thing, some 12 inches long, that was a perfect copy of a horse’s cock. Slave Sven was ordered to squat above the fake horse cock and the client shoved the thicker top end of it into Sven’s somewhat prolapsing pussy. Again, there were no major entrance problems, much to the client’s surprise, or astonishment. But the sheer length of the dildo began to pose some problems for Sven, even though he carefully sank down further and further. Finally he reached the floor and felt the rubber monster fill up everything that we behind his entrance gate. A very horny feeling came over him, and unfortunately for Sven his Master noticed this. Probably by the look of Sven’s face, or his groan. He took some nipple clamps from the cupboard and brutally attached these on Sven. Two on his nipples and one on both sides of his penis, in his soft skin. The clamps were very tight on Sven’s nipples and he bit his teeth. The clamps on his penis seemed to perforate the skin. It was all very painful.This seemed to become a battle between Sven and the client/Master. The izmir escort question was who would win and who would break. A weak point in Sven’s defense was the big piercing in the tip of his penis, which made it top-heavy. This was not a very stable construction.The Master took the whip and lashed towards Sven, who was squatting rather instable with the giant rubber dildo in his ass. The first blow on his penis caused him to cry out loud, one clamp came off and he nearly lost his equilibrium. Mireille, who had approached him, could in a reflex catch him by the shoulders, so that he did not fall. If he had fallen, the dildo would probably have been ‘escaped’ from him, leaving his Master furious.The client ordered Mireille to keep standing behind Sven, and to hold him tight. Sven was crying and looked desperate, waiting for the next lashes. His vulnerable testicles were not spared and again he screamed. The second clamp also came off, painfully stretching his skin. Mireille could do nothing but co-operate, although for a moment she thought about using the app on her smartphone that her boss had told her about, in case of emergency.But there was no way to use the app without the client izmir escort bayanlar noticing, and punishing her for being disloyal to him. So she stayed behind poor Sven, hoping the client would soon stop punishing him, once he found out that the slave had broken. And she thought this moment could not be too far away, seeing the state Sven was in.That the client had left her and her beautiful body unharmed, was a bit surprising perhaps, but not in view of the Master’s role tonight. Sven was clearly the slave and he had to be subdued and he was the one suffering. Mireille was only an observer, who had to be taught a lesson in ‘Mastership’. That did not require her to suffer too, even though she felt Sven’s suffering in all her veins, holding him in her arms.Probably she would tell her escort boss that she would and could no longer play Mistress. To prevent future failure for her – and extra discomfort for the colleague Sven. They had better look out for a more experienced Mistress (or Mister) to strengthen the team.Because there would be more evenings like these, with S&M clients paying a lot of money. Clients that were hard to ‘fathom’. And Mireille would not be able izmir bayan escort to satisfy these clients enough by dominating Sven and causing pain on him.That this meant that one segment of the escort business would now be closed to Mireille, was ‘collateral damage’. She had rather be a pretty model for horny rich hetero men, than be an unsuccessful and unhappy part of the S&M business. Maybe she should call her university friend Sonja. Who was happily married by now and mother of two k**s. But at university they had talked a lot about kinky sex. And Mireille had noticed then how dominant Sonja could be. And what her kinky fantasies were.These were flashes in Mireille’s troubled mind, while the client seemed to have gotten enough of punishing Sven. He stopped, threw the whip on the floor, and gasped a bit. Sven’s front side was rather red too, now. Mireille wondered whether this had been part of the deal and the price that the client had paid. The answer was probably negative.And Sven? He seemed to recover remarkably fast from his ordeal, and looked at his Master as if to ask about the next step. ‘No, slave, this was it. No use taking a shower now, because that will only make your body ache more.’ And to Mireille: ‘Get dressed, you lousy porn model, and get the hell out of here! I will call your boss to tell him that your performance was very poor. In fact, you are totally incapable of being or even playing a Mistress.’

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