Holidays in Cap d’Agde

Mademoiselle had decided the summer would be long.

Not a session.

Not a weekend.

A training.

The submissive arrived on a Monday morning at Agde station, suitcase in hand. Mademoiselle did not kiss him. She did not smile. She held out a leash and waited for him to put the collar on himself. Then she blindfolded him, put him in the back of the car, and did not say another word until the villa.

The house was white, isolated, with a back room fitted as a dungeon: St Andrew’s cross, low cage, attachment points, spanking bench, a chest of equipment. Within the first hour Mademoiselle had him naked. She locked the chastity cage. She clipped the leash to a ring by the door.

« Here, you are no longer a man.

You are what I decide. »

The rules were simple.

He slept on the floor.

He did not speak unless invited.

He ate after Her, sometimes on his knees, sometimes from a bowl.

He kept the house, Her boots, Her leather, Her latex.

The first night

The first evening, Mademoiselle left him on his knees in the middle of the living room for several hours while She dined. Around midnight She made him crawl to the bedroom.

She sat on the edge of the bed, still in thigh-high boots, and opened Her legs.

« Tongue. Only the tongue.

And you do not stop until I decide. »

He obeyed. For a long time. When his jaw started to shake, She put Her heel on his shoulder and pressed.

Then She tied him to the foot of the bed, short collar, wrists behind his back, gag. She switched off the light. He spent the rest of the night listening to Her breathing and the occasional clink of a glass. Around four in the morning She got up, fucked him slowly with a medium dildo, without a word, then left him there, open, tied, cage still locked.

At first light She made him clean the dildo with his mouth.

The lover

On the fourth day a man arrived. Tall, relaxed, clearly invited to fuck Her.

The submissive opened the door on his knees. He took the bags. He served drinks. While they talked on the terrace he stayed on the leash, naked, at their feet.

Later Mademoiselle had him come into the bedroom. The lover was already inside Her. She looked at the submissive and said:

« On your knees.

You watch.

Then you lick what I tell you to lick. »

He watched. He heard. When She came, She pulled him by the hair and pressed his face between Her thighs.

« Clean. »

Then the lover withdrew. She ordered the submissive to open his mouth. He had to swallow. The cage stayed locked. His cock beat uselessly against the metal.

Later that night She made him kneel at the edge of the bed while the lover took Her again. At one point She grabbed his collar and forced him to lick the man’s balls while he fucked Her.

« You are here for that as well. »

When they were done, She sent him back to his cage.

The second Dominatrix

A week later another woman arrived. Older, drier, a long-standing friend. She looked at the submissive once and said:

« He is still too proud.

We will fix that. »

They worked him together.

One held the leash while the other gave him a long, methodical flogging until his ass was evenly red and burning. Then they put him on the cross. Clamps on the nipples. Weights. A wide plug pushed in and held by a strap.

Mademoiselle sat in front of him.

« You lick.

You do not stop.

If you stop, she hits. »

The second Dominatrix stood behind him, crop in hand. Every time his tongue slowed, a stripe of fire landed on his ass or the back of his thighs. He licked for a long time. His jaw shook. The weights pulled on his nipples.

When Mademoiselle came, She did not let him stop at once. She kept him there several more minutes, his face pressed against Her.

Then they put him on all fours. The second Dominatrix knelt behind him and fucked him hard with a thicker dildo. Mademoiselle sat in front of his face.

« Open. »

He opened his mouth. She spat into it. Then She put Her heel on the back of his neck while the other kept taking him.

When the second Dominatrix was done, she wiped the dildo on his cheek.

« You thank. »

He thanked.

Around three in the morning they took him out of the cage again. The second Dominatrix sat on his face.

« You breathe only when I allow it. »

Mademoiselle knelt between his legs and started slapping his balls with Her hand, slowly, precisely. From time to time She simply set Her foot on the chastity cage.

They went on for a good part of the night. Mouth, ass, slaps, clamps, silence, in turn. At dawn they sent him back to the cage.

Mademoiselle bent down one last time:

« You held.

We will see today if you keep holding. »

The pony run

On the last evening of the second week, Mademoiselle decided the test would take place.

Outside.

On the dirt path along the dunes.

Two or three people had been told.

They prepared him in the house. Tight pony harness. A long tail pushed in deep. Bit. Reins. Wrists tied behind his back. The cage still locked.

Mademoiselle wore Her thigh-highs and held the crop. The second Dominatrix was there, arms folded.

They took him out on all fours as far as the path. Once outside She made him rise just enough to pull. She sat on the sulky.

« You run.

You do not stop.

You do not speak.

If you slow down, I hit.

If you fall, you get up and you continue. »

She cracked the crop on his thigh.

He started to move.

The first minutes were bearable. Then his breath burned. The straps cut into the skin. The tail moved with every stride. The cage knocked against his thighs.

She steered him with the reins. Sometimes the crop came down, dry, precise.

« Faster. »

He sped up.

Halfway, his legs started to shake. He slowed despite himself. The crop came down harder.

« I did not say slow down. »

He forced himself on.

The path was not long, but it became long. Toward the end every stride cost him. Spit ran around the bit. His shoulders burned.

When he reached the mark She pulled the reins.

« Stop. »

He stopped, bent double, gasping. She stepped down without hurry, walked around him, then put a foot on his shoulder and tipped him to the ground.

She planted the heel of Her boot between his shoulder blades.

« You finished the distance.

You did not quit.

That is good. »

She did not untie him at once. She left him like that for several minutes, under the others’ eyes, tail still in, cage still locked, bit still in his mouth.

Then She took the bit out.

« You thank. »

« Thank you, Mademoiselle. »

She pulled the leash and made him crawl a little farther.

« Tomorrow we start something else.

The summer is not over. »

He crawled.

The harness rubbed.

The tail still moved.

His legs shook.

Behind him the two Dominatrixes talked quietly, as if nothing had happened.