Celtic Charm And a Red Butt

Hello naughty people!


Im K.W. and my story begins when I lived in France and worked as a touring blues and soul singer and recording artist. I've been secretly crossdressing since I was a teenager and I've known that I am bisexual since then as well.
Five years ago I met a beautiful woman with a mysterious exotic look named Marieh, who wanted private singing lessons. I found out the although she spoke French she is actually Bretegne. That's the celtic natives of the region of France of the same name who couldn't be conquered by the romans because they were so fierce. After three vocal lessons in a rented studio Marieh invited me to join her for an apero, that's a drink before dinner that can become an all night drinking excursion, which is what happened this night. We took the tram to her apartment building and she invited me up for a night cap spliff and a cognac.
Once I was thoroughly inhebriated she pulled me by the scarf into the salon and purred softly,"Ta guelle et reste la, bought pas." Shut up stay there and don't move. I did as she commanded. She proceeded to strip my clothes off blindfold me, inserted a ball gag into my mouth and a lubed up butt plug into my ass. After slowly working my ass for what seemed like an hour, I was positioned face down ass up. "Partiger ton cul." Spread your ass! I grabbed my ass cheeks, spead them open and immediately felt a large strap on dong start working its way into my butt hole. Then she slapped my hands away and started whipping me with a leather riding crop. I knew what it was because I could see our reflection in the patio window.
I was turned on beyond belief! It was my first anal experience but not hers, she moved slowly and then when I was rated and ready the pounding began. I came in waves and then was commanded to lick all my jizz of the leather sofa. I was doing as I was told when I heard soft voices and keys jangaling and Marieh jumped up, quickly opened the front door and motioned for the couple from across the hall to come in.
The rest of the night is a bit hazy but I know I was tied up used and abused until sunrise. This went on at least five nights per week for the next six months and the "guests" rotated between other neighbors and sometimes friends of hers from the bar.
Since moving back to the states I've yet to find a femdom to whore me out like that. That's why I'm here...to fulfill my deepest desire to be treated like a sub slut sissy. Can you help me?

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