~ Saint Agnes ~ Hagiography or autobiography ? CONTENTS

Mistress Agnes

Today, somewhere in a great town of France

I am a Réiki masseuse and sometimes I am a professional Domina. Also a SM artist (but it's a story you do know before).

I have discovered the consensual SM. I never touch my customers but crowd of that circle offers me some easy preys. And discreet.

Today is wednesday and as usual I go to a little private club: the Sade's Boudoir.

(click on the car to see a closer plan )

They aren't many people. As the wednesdays. I don't like the crowd and it's exactly what I need.

I wave hello to Ariane, a male-sub his Mistress lends to the club. I like this Ariane, always ready to serve (smiling...)

She knows my tastes and comes soon with my bottle of malt.

Hello you, Come closer.

You are a real beauty, tonight. And always ready. We are going to play but let me drink some swallows...

Yes Madam... Thank you Madam.

Oh ! She is new. She is a latex enthusiast. She is charming with her full catsuit and her vinyl miniskirt. Ready to be trained.

And yet, when she goes past near me, with her jingling clasps, I can feel the smell of fear (don't forget I'm a vampire).

I understand it's her first time, her first time in public.

She goes to... she kneel down in front of... The poor woman ! He's useless. A certain Master Wolf. Only his pseudo is a Master. A web meeting ? There is no other explanation for it.

Anyway, it's her own problem. Everybody here are adult and willing.

The Master Wolf begins brusquely, "delicately":

You're late, you slut.

Introduce-you !

She obeys and the fat stupid details in an obscene way the young woman's womb and buttocks. He even calls me to witness.

Look the whore, Madam, she is wide open

I can hear the woman panting through the little holes of the latex hood. She is going to rebel... But :

The whores just open their mouth to suck their Masters.

Master what's-his-name gags the girl, chains her wrists and hurls her with his crop, to the "torture" chambers.

Anyway I don't care. It's time to play with little Ariane. I also take her to the dungeons.

There are three dungeons and they are differently equiped.

Every lateness will be harshly punished.

This room where the moron hangs the girl on the cross and that other where I chain Ariane.

After I have hooded and shachled her and.

I have a gift for you. Nice thing, isn't it ?

Ariane makes "umf "

Then" gronf " when I push the gode into her anus. After I have lubricated it. In this instant, I am Mistress, not a tormenter. Anyway, Ariane is used to take things inside her buttocks. I fix the gode (a vibrating one) with some ropes and make a good boundage of her balls.

(click on Ariane's belly to see a closer plan)

Then on the restraining bench.

In fact, I'm very playful. Now, you have to firmly hold the handle and to gently tap.

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Ariane fidgets in her bond. Also she is whining a bit...

Gently, very gently I'm titillating the glans. watching me. Because I can quickly forget who I am supposed to be: hunger can come quickly.

Because I don't want damage the poor Ariane, I give up the lollypop and I get on the hooded face. And well endowed.

But... what about the moron in the next dungeon ? The girl is yelling. And I felt I'm coming...

He is wrecking her breath with a crop. Her womb too.

Futhermore he has placed a plastic mask on her eyes. So she just can breathe in with the little valves. The girl cries, groans with pain and chokes.

I throw the sadist on the floor, soak him with insults: I consider myself as the only one entitled to torment human. If I'm not here, inside the club, I would kill him.

Quickly, I free the little thing, remove the gag, the mask, the hood...

Hélène ?

I remain speechless when the poor girl fall on her knees. She hugs my thighs and thanks me. I'm quivering with her embarrasing gratitude, my whole being thrilled with her breasts brushing my skin, with her breath on my naked womb. She is Hélène anew caressing me, 100 years after.

Of course not ! Hélène is death.

Yes my name is Hélène. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I only I'd known.. I didn' want to that...

She wants to leave, we leave. I help in dressing. She removes the corset and the catsuit, almost with disgust. Then she throws them into the little suitcase.

Damn, I've left my panties at home... Too bad.

I suggest I drive her back her home.

No thanks. It's kind of you, but I get my car there.

(click on the couple to see a closer plan )

The wind is saucy with her coat. I know she is stark naked under the coat and I would like to know a lot about her.

I very want her also...

(click on Hélène to see a closer plan )

While she is settling on the car seat, while she is readjust her coat, I give her my calling card.

(Agnes, Well-Being Care, I practise massage. Of course well-being massage. But sometime with a whip)

- Come and visit me at home, you'll explain all to me. Just phone me before. Do you promise me ?

- Yes... I'll do, Madame... Agnès ?

I remain pensive, dreamy while this new Hélène drive away.

Without thinking, I open the setting of the brooch closing my cloak. I caress the photos of Helene taken by an itinerant photographer. We were in stitches when she posed angel dressed. Very scantily dressed.

Because I am deep in thought, I don't hear him coming.

Master Wolf.

Not so cocky now ? Remove the cloack and the belt. Is it your car ? It's not bad... but I don't want to steal it. I want you.

I let him do. I told you, I don't like guns. But I love that shiver when somebody wants to assault me.

Go on. It's my car

He ties my wrists with rope ( I'll break it when I'll want), pushes a tennis ball into my mouth ( I'll burst it when I'll want) and he fixes it with tape.

Aaaah, now you aren't so talkative, you whore !

There is nothing to reply.

I get into the trink at gunpoint and I lay down. He ties my ankles.

See you later, you hooker. We are going to travel together.

(click on me to see a closer plan )

It's very long, too long, because I'm impatiently waiting what happens next. The car stinks grime and old oil. I don't know what the little master is doing: he stops, he gets out of the car, he goes away... Apart from that, I stay very aroused: to be tied, gagged, abducted, at the "mercy" of that pervert.... mmmm.

Suddenly, I realize that I have left Ariane on the bondage bench. PoorAriane. I hope somebody has freed her.

But now, I would like that the man hurries up bacause I really start to be hungry. He stops again. But for a longer time. I understand that he wants to a quiet place. I sniff the air... We are near a water place, a river... The Saône, I identify the smell. We, vampires, have very keen senses. it's essentiel for hunting. At this instant, I know also he has lighted a fire. A fire ? Does he wants to burn me alive ? Somebody made that in the past and I know that it is very unpleasant. No way !

At last he opens the trunck.

Hello you bitch. Was the travel pleasant ?

This man is definitely good company!

He picks me up from the car with difficulty but I help him leviting slightly, he throws me on the ground and I fall... like a feather; He undoes my jewels, he tears off my clothes and he puts me on the trunck. And he tries to sodomize me. I do my best to wide open my buttocks, to help him in raping me, but he hurts me with his flabby thing. While he is grunting with efford in my back, I vizualize the place where we are. We are about ten kilometers away from the town. I recognize the place: an old refinery with the transshipment bridge. A very bleak place. Because the man doesn't succeed ( I spare you the way he calls me names, because he makes me responsible of his impotence). Of course he throws me on the ground and the interesting things start.

I can see him busy, moving things near the brazier. Then he comes back with a slipknot in his hand. He puts it around my neck and pulls me.

I follow the movement, resisting, moaning and I climb up onto the drum...

Mmm the moment is coming. Of course Master what's-his-name wants to play with his crop.

Too late my dear ! In no time at all, I have torn off the ropes tiying my wrists and thrown my legs forward. The ropeshanging me doesn't resist and I fall down onto the man's shoulders. I show my claws and my hand slices through the air and lacerates his face.

The man screams, falls over: I go with him. My teeth are sunk into his throat before he collapses on the ground.

Now, perched on the drum, gagged with his crop, with his hand tied, naked, the man is terrified. I firmly grasp his sex with my hand, Even so he tries to speak:

- Who are you ?

- Of course a vampire. The world oldiest vampire. It's a pity that you choose me.

- What are you going to do? No, aiiiiie... I am going to fall down...

- Sure, I want. And I am going to rip off it. So you are going to empty of blood. And die. Really. You'll never become a vampire. You're too harmful. Goodbye my dear.

- No... I... Not thaaaaaaAAAAAAAA...

The rest... ? You can imagine.

I recover my jewels, I dress with the man's shirt... beurk! and I get in his car. I doesn't even look at the man wriggling at the end of the rope.

It's the dawn and I'm happy, very happy.

Young Lady, Hélène, since it's your name, I'm waiting impatiently for your phone call.

to be continued...

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