The Erotic Vacation of Solange Ch. 01

I somehow found that I had again wandered into the DVD section, but the place was quiet and I was alone, so I decided to have a look around and get the feel of the place. While I was pretending to be interested in a certain DVD by looking at the box, a man entered the shop, giving the manageress a cheerful greeting; he asked if anything new had arrived since last week. The manageress smiled and said there were a number of new DVD on display, mentioning one or two titles she thought he may find interesting as she led the way to the appropriate section. The man soon chose a box and handed it to the manageress. I then realised the boxes on the shelves were empty, with a number inside so the manageress could find the relevant DVD among the hundreds in a series of boxes behind the counter. Having found the DVD, she handed it to the customer, who took it into a viewing booth which were at the back of the shop.

Alone once more in the shop I took my courage in both hands and headed for the sex toys, which were not far from the entrance, next to the section for books and magazines.

Among the other toys there were dildos of all shapes and sizes – and colors. One I noticed was black and shaped like a woman's clenched fist, others were shaped like a man's cock but by the size of them they must have been confused with horses. It was no use, there was just too much to choose from and I couldn't stand there all night.

Glancing around to make sure the shop was still empty I approached the manageress and explained I was a novice to all this but my boyfriend had gone to work overseas for six months and I wanted to make a little movie of myself using a sex toy and send it as a surprise for his birthday.

The manageress gave me a friendly smile and said « What a lovely idea. He will be so thrilled that you have gone to such trouble for him. Don't worry, as it is your first time I would suggest you stick to something not too big. In fact I would recommend this model, shaped like a life-sized penis. You can tell him you are imagining it is his. »

That was good enough for me, so I thanked her and said that I appreciated her advice and, yes, I would take one of the life-sized penis dildos.

The manageress unhooked one from the rack, placed it in a discrete bag and we both returned to the counter where I paid for it and placed it in my sports bag.

As she was handing me my receipt and the change the manageress leaned towards me and said quietly « When you have more confidence I would recommend the black female hand that you can see on the shelf below the dildos. It is suitable for a novice and I think you will soon forget the appearance. If you become a regular customer I will be able to suggest other items as you progress, such as the rubber arm and fist, and when you are expert enough, the rubber leg and foot, which I use myself and is the ultimate in pleasure. I am mad for it. »

Well it seems as pleasant as she was; I certainly hadn't fooled this manageress with my story of the absent boyfriend. She seemed to have the gift to be able to see right through me and give advice based on her own experience. I didn't know what to say so I just took my change and mumbled « Goodbye and thank you for the advice » as I left the shop.

Once back outside in the alley I felt I was going to faint. I had to lean against the wall, breathing deep lungfuls of the cool air before I felt well enough to attempt the journey home.

On getting home I decided I had missed too many meals, so I prepared a fairly substantial dinner to give me the energy I would need to face and complete my test before the fateful hour of 10 pm.

By the time I had eaten and tidied the dinner things away it was almost seven and time to let my imagination loose on the letter Submissive Natasha would send Madam Director from the confines of the Parisian training establishment. To cut a long story short, after a number of false starts and alterations, I finally settled on the following:

Submissive Natasha March22, 2009

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TRAINING ESTABLISHMENT XXX

Bedroom n° YYY

Madam Director,

I am currently at the training establishment near Paris, where I must stay for six months, obeying the instructions of the Head Warden, so that I may learn good manners.

I am writing this letter in the only period of freedom I am permitted during this stay in order to tell you of things that are happening here.

Knowing that your time is precious, I will be as brief as possible, but also make sure I leave nothing out.

As I have been told, the restrictions placed upon submissives who undertake training here are difficult and the rules very strict.

On my arrival I discovered one of the Head Warders had been told by a friend that I had secretly been selling my body on the streets like a common prostitute and. I couldn't deny it because he was one of the men I had solicited.

A submissive confirmed to me that anyone breaking the rules is subjected to corporal punishment and humiliation.

This much I accept as conditions of my training, however I also know that you, Madam Director, are fair and would never punish without reason and I so it pains me to tell you that the Warder you have placed in charge of this establishment fails to reflect your own standards and abuses his authority.

Every Saturday evening the Warder selects two submissives at random and these two are then forced to wear a hood over their heads and are then driven like cattle by the warders into a soundproof room which is two levels underground. In this room the warders take turns to cause the chosen pair to suffer a continuous cycle of beatings and rape which lasts well into the morning. The claimed objective of this abuse being to make them obedient and hard-working. As if to demonstrate the effectiveness of such treatment, the Head Warder's wife is allowed on each Sunday morning to select one of the two to act as her own personal slave for the day. During this time the wife forces the submissive to perform all of the household chores while subjecting her to beatings. She also abuses them in every bodily orifice in ways I cannot bring myself to describe.

I can assure you Madam Director that this is not hearsay, for I myself have been selected to spend the night in the secret basement room three times and also chosen twice to be slave to the wife.

I beg you Madam Director to remove me from this Hell and transport me directly to your main training establishment where I may complete my training in a more suitable environment.

As instructed I attach two movie files which I hope will be satisfactory to you and that you may see feet to grant my fervent wish to be transferred to an establishment where I may be permitted to demonstrate my submission to you at first hand.

In hope that I hear from you soon, I remain sincerely yours,

Submissive Natasha

I then had to produce the two movies Madam had demanded. I decided to start with the punishment movie, where I would use the scourge upon myself. I already had an outline of a plan in my head, and had gathered several items together in readiness. To begin with I scored and folded a piece of cardboard so it would be able to support the piece of paper I intended using as a title page while I filmed it with my webcam. Taking a sheet of paper I used my best handwriting to write an introduction to the first movie:

PUNISHMENT OF THE SUBMISSIVE NATASHA

The Submissive Natasha has failed to obey the exact orders of Madam Director of the training establishment.

Madam Director has ordered her to administer herself a good thrashing in front of a webcam.

If the correction is not sufficiently hard, the submissive Natasha will be forced to remain alone in a cold, bare, room with no comforts.

It was now time to get myself into the costume of the Submissive Natasha, which meant having to strip completely and put my pony-tail in place. I then dressed myself in a black suspender belt with black fishnet stockings and wearing the same high heeled shoes I had used the previous evening. I quickly added a matching black bra and to complete the ensemble I took the scourge I had bought and stuck it between my breasts to be held in place by the bra.

From the experiments I had carried out since buying the scourge and the dildo, I knew how to position the webcam to capture anything which happened on the kitchen table. Having placed the camera in the appropriate spot, I positioned the paper showing the title and introduction on the cardboard stand and, after a couple of final checks, I stood out of shot, clicked on the Record icon and began filming.

After about 30 seconds I pulled the cardboard away and lay down on the kitchen table, making sure my legs were spread wide and my sex was directly facing the camera.

Taking the scourge from my bra I waved it a few times for effect before bringing it down with some force on my abdomen and started to whip it quite hard, knowing that Madam Director would be able to get a very good view, not only of this but also of my shaved pubis, my bottom and my hairy and gaping pussy.

When I felt my belly was red enough I removed my bra and continued with a shower of blows to my breasts and then my chest as well. The pain caused me to grit my teeth so as to avoid crying out.

I then got on my hands and knees, keeping my legs spread as wide as possible and pointing my backside at the webcam, without falling off the table. I then started to whip my bottom for a long time and then the backs of my thighs.

When my thighs and bottom couldn't take any more I placed the scourge to one side and, just like in a striptease, I removed first my high heeled shoes and then, I undid my suspenders and rolled the stockings slowly and deliberately down my legs, one by one.

I ended up laying on the table, naked and with my legs wide open and in the air, giving Madam Director a completely uninterrupted view of my sex before returning to my hands and knees and picking up the scourge once again. This time I administered strict correction on the soles of my feet, first with the thongs of the scourge and finally with the wooden handle.

When I had finished with the scourge I approached the camera and by bending and twisting I could provide Madam Director with a close up display of the results of my correction. Concentrating on each area in turn, I displayed the marks on my abdomen, my left boob, my right boob, my buttocks, the back of my thighs and on the feet I had painfully whipped then beaten with the handle of the scourge. I then moved back out of shot and clicked the mouse to stop the filming.

I made a drink and reviewed the first movie while I recovered and prepared myself to begin filming the second. Pleased with what I had so far, I began to think about the words of introduction for the next movie and came up with the following, which I again wrote neatly on a sheet of paper:

REWARD OF THE SUBMISSIVE NATASHA

The Submissive Natasha has complied promptly and fully with all the orders and rules of Madam Director and of the training establishment.

Madam Director in her infinite goodness has instructed the Submissive Natasha to give herself sexual pleasure in front of a webcam.

If however the pleasure session is not sufficiently erotic, the submissive Natasha will be deprived of using the shower and bathing facilities for a period of not less than one full week.

Satisfied with what I had written I went to prepare myself for Submissive Natasha's next scene, imagining what actions would look the most erotic, as I had no desire to spend a week stinking like a dog. While on that subject I thought a quick shower would be a good idea and then, although my pussy was already getting wet, I applied lubricating gel to myself there as well as in and around my anus, where I pushed my finger as far up my arsehole as I could. I also applied copious amounts of gel to the dildo itself. When this was done I stood the dildo on end in the middle of the kitchen table and placed the title and introduction sheet on the cardboard stand in front of it before going to dress as Submissive Natasha once more.

This time I decided to leave off the shoes and just wear the bra, stockings and suspenders, carefully checking the stockings for any signs of wear before putting them on. When I had finished dressing I checked my appearance in the mirror before standing again out of shot to begin filming of the second movie. I let 30 seconds pass again before removing the cardboard and title sign to reveal the dildo standing proud in the middle of the table.

Quickly climbing on my knees onto the table I turned to face the camera, held onto the dildo with my right hand as I spread my thighs wide and brought my pussy right down, impaling myself upon it. By raising and lowering myself I was able to provide Madam Director with a good view of my hairy pussy being fucked, while leaving my hands free to explore the rest of my body, stroking my belly, kneading my tits through my bra and slipping my hand inside so I could roll my nipples between my fingers. After doing this for a while I slowly moved my hands down across my body, stroking my bare skin, until my right hand reached my pussy, where I began to rub my clit in time with the fucking motion I was making astride the dildo. I gasped each time as the large plastic cock filled my cunt, my fingers rubbing more furiously.

Before I reached my climax I lifted myself off the dildo and repositioned myself slightly so that when I sat down upon it this time, it slid straight up my arse. Keeping my thighs spread wide I knew I was in the perfect position for the camera give Madam Director an excellent view of the full length of the dildo fucking my arse while at the same time as showing her the hairy bush surrounding my dripping pussy. I stayed in this wonderfully indecent position to allow plenty of time for Madam Director to absorb every detail before taking the dildo up in my hand and kneeling on all fours with my bottom again facing the camera, and putting my hand between my legs, I again began to fuck myself, first in my cunt and then in my arse. When it came my orgasm was long and powerful; juices from my pussy running down the dildo and my fingers before dripping onto the tabletop. If Madam Director does not find this erotic she must already be dead.

As the last trembles of my orgasm receded I pulled the dildo out of myself and finished the second movie with long close-ups of both my gaping pussy and my well-used arse before moving as gracefully as possible out of shot and stopping the recording.

Having taken another shower to freshen myself up and slipped my dressing gown on, I sat and viewed both movies again and noticed how in the second movie Madam Director would also be able to see again the marks left by the punishment through the fishnet stockings and those of the handle of the scourge on the soles of my feet. I named the two files PUNISHMENT submissiveNatasha-1 and REWARD submissiveNatasha-1, attached them and the other files containing the photographs to the email of my letter and sent them to Madam's address at EUROLOISIRS.By the time this was done I was exhausted and went to bed where I fell into a deep sleep, not waking until well into the next day.

Having completed the tasks the tension and anguish left and I felt able to be calm and relaxed until it was time to perform my second test. At least that is what I imagined for the rest of that weekend.





Small boost

On Sunday I was able to relax. I had a nice, long, lie-in to catch up on the sleep I had missed and spent most of the day reading and listening to music. Little was I to know how long it would be before I would enjoy another lazy Sunday like this.

Monday at work went unusually well, I met a former colleague for lunch and enjoyed eating out at a cafe for a change. From time to time I thought of Madam Director and wondered how many weeks would pass before I heard from here this time. I was therefore very surprised when I arrived home and turned the laptop on, to find an email was already there, waiting for me. When I checked I saw that it had actually been sent at 9.04 that morning. Madam certainly wasn't letting the grass grow this time.

The content of the email was short and curt:

Submissive Natasha,

By 10 pm tonight you will send me your mobile telephone number. From that moment on you will keep your mobile telephone switched on and with you at all times.

I must be able to contact you at any time, day or night.

Well that left no room for misunderstanding. I replied immediately, giving my mobile number and advising Madam Director that she can contact me at any hour and I would do everything possible to satisfy the least of her desires. I closed by saying that I awaited further instructions.

Less than an hour later, my mobile rang. Almost as soon as I pressed the button I heard Madam Director's voice say « Do you have a micro-mini dress or something similar, which barely covers your pussy and is easy to remove, Submissive Natasha? »

I was able to tell Madam Director that I did own a very short black silk nightie which I have worn previously as at top over trousers but would fit the Madam Director's description of a micro-mini dress.

On hearing this Madam simply ordered « You will dress in suspenders, black fishnet stockings, your high heeled shoes and this short nightie which brushes your pussy. You will then take your camera and go into the street and find one or more strangers to take the following photographs: Firstly I require two photographs of you wearing the micro-mini dress and also two without the dress. All four photographs will be on my desk within the hour », then she hung up.

Just when I thought I was acclimatized to Madam Director's instruction, she manages to shock me again. Not just shocked but even a little afraid, but I had no choice anymore, if I wanted to participate in these erotic vacations, I had to comply with the wishes of Madam Director and the bitch was shamelessly taking advantage of my situation.

It was already getting dark outside, so the first thing I had to do was make sure my flashgun was charged, so I went and checked they were loaded into the charger and switched it on before heading to my bedroom. Once in the bedroom I undressed completely and quickly put on my black suspender belt, a new pair of fishnet stockings and the black nightie, which seemed now to be even shorter than I remembered. I checked in the mirror and found it barely covered my pussy when I stood up straight, but the moment I moved it could be seen by anyone standing more than a few feet away. Well, it was this or nothing, so I slipped on the black high heeled shoes, picked up the camera and flashgun and trotted off towards the high street as quickly as I could, considering I was not used to wearing the high heeled shoes for walking outside.

Realizing I only had about an hour in all to get the pictures taken and emailed to Madam Director; I was desperate to find a suitable stranger to act as my photographer.

I saw a couple who were just leaving a restaurant and, thinking it less risky to approach a couple, I rushed over to catch up with them before they reached their car.

« Could you help me please? », I called, waving at them with my camera. « I want to surprise my friend who left to work overseas for a few months. I want to email some photographs to him to make sure he doesn't forget me, but I don't have anyone to hold the camera. » The couple exchanged a brief glance before the man stepped forward so I could give him the camera.

While explaining how to operate the camera and flash, I made my way to a courtyard behind the restaurant, along the way we passed under a porch which I saw I would be able to stand under without being seen by anyone who was not standing directly in front of me. Congratulating myself on my quick thinking I turned and asked my temporary photographer to start by taking two photographs, one full length, and for the other to use the zoom slightly to include everything from just above my knees. As soon as he had taken the second shot I quickly stepped under the porch and took a deep breath before saying, « Now I want you take two similar shots but this time I will not be wearing the nightie. » Without giving him time to react I slipped the nightie off my shoulders and let it drop to my feet.