Part 3 is HERE
The full day had been spent in the beach, it certainly was busier being here on high season and the beach was rammed. Unlike last year there seemed less mixing and more peacocking and general exhibtionism.
Dinner was our Cap D'Agde favourite of local sausage (no pun intended) and fresh pasta, coupled with local wine. Sat on the balcony enjoying the view, the music adding to the relaxing ambience, I must of looked reflective, I know my mood isn't as playful as normal but given it's is only 3 weeks since Mum died I doing pretty good. YSL takes my hand and gives it a loving reassuring squeeze, I know being here is the right place to bbe.
YSL chills on the bed while I set about trying to rescue my hair, I know there will be little point in doing much as the temperature doesn't seem to be dropping much at night.
I slip on my latex look slip and matching latex look stockings. I pack my 5" heels and stick on my flats to walk there. It's not the best look but after last years toe injury I'm not pushing my luck with the heels.
We arrive at Clair Obscure, I slipped my heels on just round the corner. As we enter the small dark booth to pay the dominatrix we saw last year greeted us and stored our bags. We have a cursory look around to see if anything has changed but everything is pretty much as we remember from last year.
In the far room on the wheel is a woman tied facing the wall, her bottom fully exposed, wearing a black leather basque and thigh high boots. Her Dom was dressed like an Egyptian king, that is if they wore black leather skirts and look kinky as fuck. He is relentless as he thrashes her behind with a leather strap. Each strike lifts her entire buttock and fills the room with the echo. I'm amazed at her silence, I might of been able to take it but the room would be hearing my scream or growl with each lashing. He swaps his weapon for a flogger and by comparison to the strap he gives her a light flogging. My eyes are transfixed on him, I'm enjoying seeing his eyes sparkle as he looks upon his Sub. Beyond him is the medical table, seeing it makes my cunt ache to be on there and exposed.
We return to the bar and grab a beer. There are a few other couples arriving and in the first room is a couple that appear to have bought a red letter day voucher for a trip to meet a dominatrix experience! The guy who has an unfortunate resemblance to David Mitchell from Michell and Webb, was being wrapped in cling film after just having a little light CBT and nipple torture as an appetiser.
We head back to the end room after stopping at a slacking chair for a little warm up play. The Egyptian lord has a bull whip and looks like he would give Indiana Jones a run for his money, her restraint isn't as enduring this time, her knees buckle to absorb the pain and she flashes a glaring look over her shoulder which amuses him more.
He unites her and leads her by her collar out the room and I excitedly skip to the medical table.
YSL secures my legs and arms and pushes my thighs apart. There's no blindfold but my eyes are closed as I want to just feel it.
To be continued :)
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