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was the third day of competition Slave of the Year , I began to tire a bit of sadomasochism. It's good fun

the lashes, but too much is like not enough. One time, it ends up leaving traces morale.

Fanny and I were still in the box.

(Fanny): The next event is the questionnaire. Each judge will ask you a question you must answer correctly. Each wrong answer you will be worth an electrocution.

(Me) : Faci ...

I stopped short of speaking, but it was too late, I had already received the strap in the face.

(Fanny): Shut up!

Someone knocked on the door of the lodge. It was the first judge, old bald.

(Old Bald): Dominatrix Hello, again, you surpass this year. But you have competition, Hector is also very impressive.

ck this Hector. Mostly it was the former husband of Fanny.

(Fanny): Henry ... I did not want to talk to Hector. My mistress

was gold!

(Henry): Yes, okay. I understand. I wish you good luck!

The old bat left, Fanny sat down, looking desperate.

I tried to make him understand by mimes I was wondering what was happening.

(Fanny): It is because of Hector ... You must know, besides being my husband, Hector was my former slave.

She retained a maudlin tear ...

(Fanny): I won the event twice with him, he was a champion slave. Then one day he decided to become a master. I tried everything to dissuade him, but Hector still had nothing to do. I was forced to divorce, two masters can not live together.

I got a chance to fall in love with me Fanny! I just had to fight Hector and cherish my slave status.

I suddenly felt better, I was ready to receive a thousand lashes to win the hearts of my wife.

(Fanny): Since , Hector tries to beat me here. If he succeeds, I will be expelled from the League of Sexual Masters. The rules are strict, if an ex-slave wins the competition, his former master is immediately banned.

Hector Fucking! No question that my Fanny was expelled from his club friends.

I was going to win this competition and humiliated Hector.

Barbarella picked me for the test of the questionnaire. Again, the host introduced me as having a blank stare, a ridiculous posture and mouth cunt.

( Sigh) ...

I was sitting on a kind of electric chair on which they plugged my nipples and my balls with tongs and wet towels in front of three judges. Henry was the first to speak.

(Henry): First question , category "everyday life". How many times a slave copy should he prostrate himself before his master?

What the fucking fuck ??

such theoretical questions about the conduct of a slave?? We did not tell me that I should study before the test. I had no idea

response.

(Me): The prostration is a state of mind. I am constantly prostrate before my mistress.

There was some applause in the room. The judges watched.

(Henry): The correct answer is 37 times, but I like the philosophy of this response. I give you seven out of ten, bravo Dominatrix.

Good ... not bad.

(Malcolm): Question category "vocabulary". Give me the definition of a dildo.

A dildo??

Again, I did not know the answer. I said anything.

(Me): Uhh ... is ... this is something that ... is used to flavor the salad.

Judge number two looked at me with surprise.

(Malcolm): What poetry! How wonderful to describe the dildo! I gives nine out of ten, congratulations!

I knew no more what a dildo ...

(Mina): Question category "general culture". Name me a sadomasochistic the 19th century?

( Sigh) ...

Again, no idea.

(Me): I know the answer, but I do not say.

There was dead silence in the room. The judges had not looked pleased.

(Mina, a menacing tone): And why do you refuse to answer, shabby larva?

I took a deep breath.

(Me): Because I have not had any bad response yet. I am a slave, a true champion, I want to suffer, I want to be electrocuted!

Everyone was speechless from the mouth ...

Worse, the three judges stood to applaud. The crowd followed. I got a standing ovation.

(Mina): Dominatrix, again, you never cease to amaze me! I give you a ten!

People even applauded.

Really, never in my life had I been more proud.

(Mina): Now that electrocutes idiot!

I spent fifteen long minutes to get struck by lightning.

Finally I preferred by far, the lashes.

When I returned to the lodge, I felt burned. I lay on the table, I felt very well. I was numb all over.

(Fanny): Excellent, you answered very well.

I had no strength to answer and get a shot jumper. My lifted a thumb.

(Fanny): There is only one test reception.

I raised my hand to signal him to stop talking. I knew how this event was.

Just by its name: The reception.

I'm not mistaken.

Unable to walk because of the damn electric, guys carried me to the scene.

I was face down on a chair, still before the judges, a executioner placed next to me, ass in the air and the air ...

The facilitator of the evening told the microphone as the record for the biggest vibrator in reception was a circumference of 40 cm.

Still the fucking dildos! I suddenly knew

what it meant.

Vibrator.

The executioner placed a table before me with lots of different models.

(Mina): More will be bigger, you'll score. Choose, scavenger, I allow you to speak.

I would not fooling around.

(Me): Push me the biggest one in the end!

Again, in the room, there was a dead silence.

(Henry): The biggest ??

(Malcolm): He's crazy??

(Mina): Exit King Kong!

There were worried murmurings in the room, even the executioner hesitated.

He left the scene came back with worse ...

A leg of Arnold Schwarzenegger, but black! It probably was not on the table because it would have taken all the space.

I never saw such a big vibrator. Yes, it was certainly made from mold penis King Kong.

(Henry): one ever dared try it before you. Thirty points is guaranteed if you are able to receive seven centimeters.

I motioned that I was ready.

The crowd held its breath.

Without flinching, I got seven inches.

I bled till morning in the dressing room doctor gave me six points I was torn.

But I won the fucking contest! Four points ahead

Hector!

Wondering how I could pass the last test?

I felt absolutely nothing.

The judges had really abused on the time of my electric, so that in the event of the reception, I felt nothing at the feet of the basin. But crunches

I had lots of pain for a week after, unable to sit on my ass ...

( Sigh) ...

After all these sacrifices, I'm having a real proof of love for Fanny.

But no.

She made me a check for 50,000 dollars and she gave me a plane ticket to Montreal.

(Me): But Fanny ... I do not want to leave you, I love you! I want you to be the woman of my life!

I cried, I could not believe that after all that, I would find myself at my starting point.

Single.

(Fanny): He must know something. I'm still married to Hector.

Huh??

(Me): But ... but ... you and me, then? It was nothing??

(Fanny): No.

(Me): I do not understand!

(Fanny): There is no regulation that prevents two masters of being married, I said that to motivate you to win. Hector and I love the competition. For five years we find ourselves slaves and we participate in hopes of winning the $ 500,000. Two, we have more luck.

I destroyed.

(Me): But how did you know that I would be a good slave??

(Fanny) : I came across your blog by accident while doing a search with the words "man", "woman" and "desperate." When I read your posts, I knew right away that you obey me the finger and the eye. By the purest coincidence, my mother and yours had dance class together. You know the rest of the story.

I could not believe it. Betrayed by my own writing!

(Me): I can learn something ... What is in my blog made you confident that I could be a good slave.

She hesitated a moment.

(Fanny): You really want to know?

(Me): Yes .

(Fanny): Even if it may hurt your pride?

(Me): Yes !

(Fanny): Through all of your texts ... You're a fucking cave.

( Silence) ...

you understand why I write less these days now??

Do people find me cellar??

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I was always New York for the competition Slave of the Year , my second day after the first two tests to pass: The determination and politeness ...

Say day 1 of competition I managed to half. If I wanted to win the heart of Fanny, I just had to be more efficient.

We visited the building on 5th Avenue. The place was filled with the same people, Barbarella escorted us to the same box as before.

Once alone, Fanny ordered me to don the uniform competition, that is to say a g-string leather.

(Fanny): the next test is the determination. It is very difficult.

(Me): As Jean Charest say, I'm ready!

She gave me a shot jumper in the face.

(Fanny): Ferme ta gueule! The test of the determination is to catch a key hanging on a hook at the top of you. The only way to achieve the key is to stretch the arms up and get the key.

I took a pencil and paper I wrote worse : Easy!

Fanny knew whether she would give me a shot jumper or not ...

(Fanny): You think it easy? They make a noose around your balls and each of your arms is attached to a rope that is attached to a pulley system. When you lift the arm, even just a little, the noose clamp your balls dating back to the inside of you. Apparently the pain is unbearable. Three slaves in the history of the Slave of the Year won the race and have earned the maximum points. It is one of three who has even lost a testicle in his abdomen. What

The Fucking fuck ??

For a moment I thought of taking my business and my squealing camp this crazy place. But I wanted to break the party and ruin the race I told myself that it cost nothing to try ... except maybe a testicle.

was knocked on the door, was one of the judges, the tall blonde Swedish.

(Great blonde): Dominatrix Hello, I am delighted to see that you are always so dominant. After a quick release test of endurance, I anticipate a good performance in the test of determination.

(Fanny): Do not worry, Mina, my slave would rather lose his testicles instead of relive the correction I gave him yesterday after the competition.

Fanny was not wrong.

(Mina): I wish you good luck, Hector is also very impressive this year.

Hector was the guy who was in first position ranking to date.

(Fanny): Hector's reputation crumble under the pressure. I am sure that his teachings were sloppy, we will realize soon enough. Mina had

not seem convinced.

(Mina): They say he is well prepared. He is tired of finishing second, behind you. Good luck, Dominatrix.

Mina is out. Fanny turned to me.

(Fanny): You hear that? If you do not catch the key, I'll castrate him!

(Me): Who is Hector? Coup de

jumper in the face.

(Fanny): My ex-husband.

WHAT?

I had no choice. I had to win against ex-husband, was paramount. ALWAYS be better than the former his girlfriend.

Barbarella came to pick us up.

Again, I waited near the stage that make me a sign to enter and I heard the host tell me: "His eyes empty, her posture and her ridiculous mouth idiot, blah blah blah ".

I struggled to contain myself. Was sure that I would kick his ass in the thick of facilitator at the end of the competition!

I was escorted on stage before the judges. I've attached the two arms with ropes, we made a noose around my balls worse animation from his time.

Fanny has advanced before me and pointed the key.

(Fanny, loudly): lousy slave, give me that key!

I looked at the key hanging above my head, just in front of me, and I stretched my arm.

Holy mother fucking fuck !

My arms along the body. I just bent elbow as I felt my balls contract. A sharp pain went up bar to my stomach.

was well for my two arms.

never going to succeed in lifting my hand up high above my head! Never!

I saw my future fracture, Fanny leave me, I found myself joining the priesthood.

Fuuuck !

I was barely five months to find me a woman . Fanny would be good if the life of my existence would become a race against time ...

With my right arm, I dropped my g-string and I'm done with hair.

The spectators in the room began to murmur.

(Moderator): You are not allowed to touch the noose!

I did not sign that and I started to play after the penis.

Whispers in the room rose a notch. The judges watched, wondering if they should intervene.

I must confess that the time was oddly chosen to masturbate.

When I reached a solid as a rock hard erection, I looked at the key.

worse I started to piss.

The jet barely reached my nose. I began to vigorously shake my gear, pissing me in the face, giving everything I had into the bladder.

drops eventually reach the key that was beginning to swing back and forth.

Should be quick, my desire has decreased. I was on tiptoes up, his back bent backward, his face dripping urine and I shook and shook and shook and shook and ...

The key is dropped!

I knelt, I picked up the key and, still kneeling, I tended towards Fanny.

( Smile pride) ...

I got a standing ovation.

(Judge # 1): Never have I seen such dedication from a slave! I give you a ten!

(Malcolm): Dominatrix, you're a strategist. Your intelligence is matched only by your dominance. I also give you ten!

(Mina): Se piss in his mouth to serve his master, I can only bow. Bravo Dominatrix, I give you ten me too!

I left in a delirious crowd. I swear, just for that brief moment, it was worth it to be a slave.

We returned to the lodge.

(Fanny): Bravo, I'll take my whip! you really impressed me!

I mimed that I was happy.

(Fanny): The next test will than politeness. There are two events where it is permissible for you to talk and this is one.

Finally!

(I): Y ' not too early early!

I received another fucking shot jumper.

(Fanny): Shut up! The test is not yet started, you will speak in due course! Judges will insult you in turn. The test of politeness is to remain calm and submitted until the end of regulation time.

It seemed an exercise in TV show: Caesar, the man who talks to dogs .

I dreaded this ordeal. Because I know myself. I have not much in cold blood. Fortunately I have never had discharge gamma ray, I'd be constantly transformed into Incredible Hulk! (For the uneducated, Dr. Bruce Banner had a discharge of gamma ray udder began to turn into Hulk . Do we really explain everything to you!)

I went back on stage, J. No. 1, who was old and balding, approached. I stared at the floor, ears folded ...

He turned slowly around me.

(J. No. 1): You stink, slave!

Pffff! I needed still more than that to annoy me.

(J. No. 1): Your breath putrid directly intricacies of your soul soiled by excrement bid eloquent testimony to the absurdity of your life and your unimportant preposterous prehistoric brain. You are the anthropic most abject, you are at base of the hierarchy of folly, I demonstrated a greater deference to a Crapoussin. What have you to answer, filthy larva?

Huh??

I understood nothing. But absolutely nothing. Even as I thought it sounded like a compliment.

I shrugged.

(Me): If you 're as smart as your vocabulary, I'd rather shut my mouth. I am not worthy to speak.

The crowd applauds. I could not believe it.

(J. No. 1): But I'm as smart as my vocabulary! I have rarely seen someone as refined politeness used! I give you a ten! He looked

Fanny.

(J. No. 1): Bravo Dominatrix!

Malcolm, the second judge, his white hair perfectly combed, dressed very carefully approached and stood before me.

Me, I always look submissive, as Fanny had taught me.

(Malcolm): Your mistress is a whore! It is pathetic, she does not deserve you. You are a champion slave, why waste your time with it when you could be under the dominion of a master more cruel and hard on you? Come with me, Dominatrix is a bitch with no class, stop being so loyal to a being that everyone despises. What do you say, dopey character?

Again, it was easy. The guy had not insulted once! He could strive as he wanted on Fanny ... As it was not directed toward me, I could not care less.

(Me): I am madly in love Dominatrix. I accept his faults but his qualities. Love is the greatest power to subdue the world, I could never be as good a slave to someone else.

The crowd went wild. It felt so good to finally be appreciated by what I was and not what I pictured.

(Malcolm): I was not expecting an answer as prodigious! Dominatrix, you are a divine master! You never cease to amaze me. I have no choice, I give you a ten.

Really, this test was as difficult as spend the night in a cozy bed.

Mina, J. No. 3, got up and sat before me. She had a sacred legs, I had no problem setting the floor.

(Mina): You make me vomit. Really, you're ugly.

Yeah ...

I exploded with anger. Crunches, call me ugly, I took it not. Fucking fucked hard, heavy tabarnak of Swedish bitch sucking shit!

(Me): I may be ugly, but you look like ... Mats Sundin my large seed would not even you!

There was dead silence in the room.

Then one person said: "The slave went too far! Frankly, Mats Sundin!"

And another added: "Kill him!"

Mina grabbed me by the throat, I reached over to breathe.

The facilitator tried to calm the crowd while I was trying to assassinate me live in New York.

I lost consciousness.

When I awoke, I was in the box, Fanny beside me. She was not happy.

She immediately gave a correction to the strap. I even lost consciousness.

( Silence) ...

That day was back in fourth place with 81 points. Hector was still leading with 95 points. His lead had melted.

I still had a chance to win this competition and the heart of Fanny.

Should I stop just to the cellar worse than I am concentrating on what I had to do.

Hoping to become a good slave and get my couple.



*** To be continued ...

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postponed

The output of LORNA, THE EXORCIST on DVD is now unfortunately delayed for two months (due by 31 August) but the good news is, between other, a controversial scene long thought lost is now part of the film! Mondo Macabro have also posted some pictures of their transfer to their blog here . It makes your mouth and the quality seems perfect. We therefore added two months to wait ...

For now, here is the cover of the second title in this collection-Franco De Nesle forthcoming later this year, the diary of a nymphomaniac :

These beautiful bags are designed by Gilles Vranckx (also behind the poster genius of AMER) and you can visit his blog (here ) to see the uncensored version of this SINNER and a draft of the thing and of course, many of his works.

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Fanny paid a taxi to a building on 5th Avenue. We took an elevator that took us to the basement below the ...

Still without saying a word, she took out a leash from his bag and tied it around my neck.

She escorted me through an underground parking lot, we went through a door, walked a few corridors worse we got in a huge room.

There were a bunch of people. Girls with breasts to the air, guys with hoods, leather dog slave bestiality, I was in Reno-Depot of fucks.

In the back of the room to the Gothic style was a scene with three people who appeared to be the contest judges. Long black curtains were acrochés to large column, the candlelight gave an air of concern to decorative gargoyles.

I had no time to contemplate the room long. Fanny pulled on my leash to take me behind the scenes.

(Fanny): Remember the three golden rules that I taught you yesterday. One, you always look at the floor, you will never look someone in the eye. Two, you never talk, total silence. Three you do what I say immediately to the nearest second.

(Me): Yeah, yeah, okay, no trouble.

She grabbed my balls and pressed really hard.

(Fanny): I told you not a word, pathetic dirty!

I did ok in the head.

A good woman with the attire of Barbarella told us a box. It came finding himself completely alone, I and my mistress.

Fanny took out some instruments of torture, she donned her costume Catwoman worse a man in his fifties has appeared in the room.

Of course, everything was in English, but I'll translate a translation ...

(Male): Dominatrix, my dear ...

They kissed on the cheeks. He looked at me, I immediately looked down.

Hehe! I learn quickly!

(Male): You think still win this year? You seem to have found a good foal.

(Fanny): I have a knack for attracting the desperate.

It took me by the chin and observed by turning my head from left to right. I swear I've never looked in the eyes. As a real pro professional ...

(Male): My god, this is a thoroughbred. Looks like he was born to be a slave. His vacant eyes, his posture ridiculous, his mouth cunt.

Should I calm myself, I would jump him in the face!

(Fanny): Malcolm, I am quadruple champion Slave of the Year. My rule is matched only by your brilliant way to judge this competition.

Quadruple champion?? Oh ... my ... god ... I suddenly pressure.

I had big shoes to fill, but the desire to finish my days with Fanny was going to do perform. I know myself. For a girl, I can go very far.

Malcolm smiled. Finally, I think I saw the corner of his eye.

(Malcolm): You have the number 7. I can not wait to see if you still have the hand.

The guy has disappeared. Fanny beckoned me to sit on a stool. She took off my shirt, my chest was covered with fresh scars. I was doing an impression of thunder.

(Fanny): The first event is the parade. We will walk along the stage before me, behind you. You stand still before the courts three seconds when I pull on the leash, you gonna do a look at yourself, yet you remain motionless, the judges give me a note and we leave where we came.

I sighed.

(Me): You've explained everything yesterday and down ...

The shock of the strap that I got in the face was memorable. I saw stars. For real.

(Fanny): Shut up! Remember, low shoulders, look away, very slow process, you have to sweat the bid.

I stayed silent.

Closing my eyes, I thought Fanny.

I saw us at our wedding, buying a duplex in the suburbs, in our married life, his many births and the need to become the best slave of all time grabbed me. Fanny was the only access to all my dreams, I had to impress.

Barbarella entered the lodge. She asked us to follow. Fanny pulled me with the leash to the entrance of the stage, the left side. All I wore was the dress like fucking leave a bad g-string leather was mine even.

I could distinguish the three judges (Malcolm) sitting at the table and the facilitator was open to spectators.

(Moderator): The next slave, number 7, is owned by Miss Dominatrix. His vacant eyes, his posture and his mouth ridiculous con makes him a formidable candidate!

I was really starting to pump but I managed to calm myself. My financial future and lovers were at stake

I had won this competition, I won the prize for winning Fanny ...

So I decide to play a role. That of the ape-man. I do not know why, but in my head, a man-ape was the perfect inspiration to embody a slave. Who knows why.

(Moderator): Ladies and gentlemen, Dominatrix!

She pulled on the leash, I started to walk like a chimpanzee, the shoulders swing on each side, bent back, knees bent, staring at the floor.

My game was so striking that a murmur went through the hearing, even Fanny whispered: "But what are you doing??"

But it was too late, we were already half way to the judges. I like a little monkey, I clung to the legs of my mistress, fear, distress and dependence on full view.

Fanny had difficulty moving. Judges, stunned, watching the scene.

(Fanny, crying): GO, LARVAE FEED FILTHY!

I started screaming like a puppy in pain and I was placing myself in the fetal position before the judges, sucking my thumb.

To make a more dramatic effect, I began to tremble all over my body. Fanny pulled on the leash. I slowly made a turn on myself made worse back to them, still trembling, I let myself go.

As a man-ape.

A nice big wet shit well just for the judges. Ultimate proof of my submission to my mistress.

In the room it was Total silence me, I continued to tremble, his eyes filled with terror.

The trial judge, a little old bald man who seemed speechless, took the floor.

(Judge # 1): I ... I have no words to describe the jealousy I feel towards your slave, Dominatrix. Never, in forty-year career, a slave was subject to the point of shitting on the stage. I give a ten!

(Malcolm): This look animal enslaves the terror in every limb of his body, I had never seen so much obedience and submission in a single being. A slave is not supposed to emit a single sound, but the cry of horror sent by your puppet shows all the power you have over him. Bravo, excellent parade, I give you a ten too.

Judge number three was a beautiful tall blonde with the Swedish accent.

(Judge # 3): I never saw a slave parade so elegant. Dominatrix, your slave is your instrument, the approach that you have taught is innovative. Your courage to do submission defecate deserves a dime from me.

The room began to applaud wildly.

Fanny pulled me towards the exit. Always with my approach to monkey I left the stage, triumphant.

We returned to the lodge.

(Fanny): I do not know where you found the approach and attitude, but you're awesome.

(Me): Thanks ...

I got a jumper in the face.

(Fanny): You never learn, you! Shut your mouth! Well ... The second test is one of endurance. I'll say a word and Barbarella will serve as a control. On stage, a executioner will torture you to make you say this word. You just have to take as long as possible.

(Me): What is the record?

Another shot jumper in the face.

(Fanny): 2 minutes 39 seconds.

Hahaha!

Child's play! I just had to endure torture for three minutes and was going to be a hero again.

This contest was custom made for me!

Barbarella is even worse came to pick us I still heard the presenter describe myself as having a mouth cunt.

I swear, I wanted to kill him.

Barbarella looked Fanny.

( Barbarella ): What is the word?

She said: "Plastic Surgeon".

Barbarella took note of the word and Fanny escorted me on the stage by pulling my fucking leash.

The executioner tied me standing on a wooden board that was facing the audience. On a table, I could see machetes, knives, whips, razors, hammers, battery char ...

(Moderator, stopwatch in hand): On your mark, get set ... Go!

animation from the time of his watch ...

The executioner took a hook worse, without warning, has sunk into my right nipple. I still yelled

as a puppy and I still shit, but this time unintentionally.

(Me): PLASTIC SURGEON !!!!!

Facilitator, disappointed, stopped the clock. People have expressed their discontent. I was already a fallen hero in the space of a few hours.

The three judges nodded with spite.

(Judge # 1): Lamentable. A zero.

(Malcolm): Shame. Zero, too.

(Judge # 3): I never confide a secret to your slave, Dominatrix. I give you a point, because I love to see him defecate.

Fanny fulminated.

( Silence) ...

After the first day we had 31 points on 60 and had the eighth of fifteen esclaves.Le first posting an impressive 56 points.

I had to focus more seriously if I wanted to overtake the lead. The second test took me by surprise, I betrayed my marriage, showing a weakness unworthy of a man.

night, Fanny gave me a correction rule, my black eye can attest.

But I deserved it.

I had misbehaved.

( Sigh) ...

Not easy life of a slave.



*** To be continued

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I do not want to lose this rich woman

Fanny and I arrived at a hotel in New York in New York ...

The Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Manhattan .

You should have seen the place. Reception counters were made of gold, there were servants who took our bags like in the movies worse I met Dustin Hoffman in the elevator.

(Me): It's a great Honor to Be In The Same elevator as you, man!

(Dustin Hoffman ): Get lost, kid!

(Never in my life I thought Dustin Hoffman would have a reply in this blog! Wow, I have an Oscar winner in my blog, my visits will explode!)

I was in Angels, I had a taste of the life of a pasha who was waiting for me, I had to marry Fanny and make lots of children to force her and her money to stay with me.

It came in a beautiful suite on the top floor, the panorama of Manhattan was amazing, the bed was huge, I was wondering if Emilio Estevez, one of my favorite actors, was already lying in this bed.

I never seen a room so big, in fact, the room was so huge that there was ...

Two rooms??

What was the matter? We would not sleep together??

(Me): I have my own room ??

Fanny from laughing.

(Fanny): Hahaha! You think you have your room? Hahaha!

She pulled a small green carpet of one of her seven suitcases and rolled out at the foot of his bed.

(Fanny): you, you sleep on it.

( Silence) ...

Ok .. his attitude began to annoy me. I was going to play even when the slave 24 over 24. No problem inserting the sadomasochism in our sex, I could tolerate, but not in all spheres of our relationship.

I attempted a rebellion.

(Me): No, no, no ... I refuse. I'll sleep in the bed next to close to you, no question ...

I have not had time to finish my sentence that Fanny threw herself on me. She told me by the hair and touch and close fastening me lying on the floor.

(Fanny): Listen to me, lousy larva. You'll obey, you'll be mine until Monday, I'll be your master.

She dropped, I stared at the floor, I dared not look.

(Me): Why did you brought here??

(Fanny): Stand up and sit down on the bed.

I'm running in no time. I did not taste it pulls my hair again, it was fucking evil!

She slowly sat on a chair in front of me.

(Fanny): Each year, the MHA, the League of Sexual Masters, organized the contest Slave of the Year. It is a contest underground, it costs $ 50,000 to participate. This year, you'll be my colt. I had to choose you at the last minute because I suffered a mutiny of the slave I had prepared for months for this competition.

What the fucking fuck ??

I was a second choice??

Seriously, I was annoyed. I sincerely believe and in all sincerity that I am a good slave ...

(Me, doing the Babou): you should've chosen me first, I would have never betrayed!

She smiled.

(Fanny): Pat, you have the attitude of a slave winner!

I did not know if I should take it as a compliment or not.

(Me): The first prize is by how much?

(Fanny): $ 500,000. I give you 10% if you win and I'll leave you alone afterwards.

WHAT?

I jumped on Fanny and I took her in my arms.

(Me) : Nooooon! I do not want you leave me! You are my love!

She still smiled, pushing back sharply.

(Fanny): Decidedly, you are vaiment an excellent slave. I think I had a flair for choosing you.

(Me): You'll be proud of me, my darling!

(Fanny): You accept the market?

(Me): swallow a glass of piss kangaroo if you asked me!

She turned to one of her bags and pulled out a whip. His eyes became cold, she whipped out his chest and ripped my shirt .

Ouuuuuuch!!

(Fanny): Prostrate thyself!

I got a bad jump knelt before her, kissing the floor. After licking his boots for ten minutes, she motioned me to sit my ass on the bed.

(Fanny): The Slave of the Year consists of six tests based on the submission, dependence and subservience to the master. For three days, with two races per day, a jury évalura candidates and appoint a "master winner".

(Me): is not rather a "slave winner "?

She even whipped torso chest ...

Crisse that it hurt.

(Fanny): SHUT UP! Tomorrow there will be tests of the parade and the endurance. Saturday will be the test of determination and politeness, and finally, Sunday, there will be tests of the questionnaire and then received the appointment of the winner. Every night I'm going to train yourself to test the next day. If ever you're not performing, I'm disfigured!

I started to laugh.

(Me): Hahaha! you forgetting that I am plastic surgeon, I operate on me myself ! Hahaha! In your face!

She whipped me yet. I laughed less.

(Fanny): You can stop your stories plastic surgeon, I know you're just a waiter, and you do the annual salary of an Ethiopian child . This is the reason why I chose you and my mom talked to your mother, I know you'll do whatever I tell you what to win $ 50,000. You are my slave, Pat is your destiny.

My mouth was speechless ...

(Fanny): You'll sleep on the carpet throughout the weekend, the more you'll look abused, I have more opportunities to win the contest.

She whipped me yet.

(Fanny): scars Then you will look even more vulnerable!

( Silence) ...

You know what?

I knew exactly what to do to marry this girl and insure my old age.

The competition, I was going to win, I would wipe all the others! I was going to be so perfect as the slave to the world that Fanny would fall madly in love with me. I was not gonna do it for the cash , but my quest for success.

Find the woman of my life before becoming a priest .

When love pierce the carapace of Fanny ...

I'll become the master.



*** To be continued tomorrow.

* Photo: http://phillolo.skynetblogs.be/post/6131746/dustin-hoffman

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mysterious Getaway

I slept peacefully in my bed, it was about six o'clock in the morning when I awakened with a start by a wave, a tsunami of cold water so icy cold ...

(Me): But what ... Fanny ??

She stood before my bed, an empty glass in hand.

(Fanny): It is time to wake up, Dr. Duval.

She looked around.

(Fanny): You do not have much here, it looks like you got robbed.

I slowly lifted not fast ...

(Me): Yeah ... an old story. How did you do to find where I live?

(Fanny): My mother asked your mother. I've been to your restaurant but the waitress Andréane told me you had sold because you had financial problems. Really?

Andréane fucking!

She enjoys inventing anything to get me in trouble, I'll kill her!

(Me): Yes ... Not ... Finally, I am trying to resolve this.

(Fanny): Regardless, you may be poor, I'm crazy. Me, as much as you submit ...

( Sigh) ...

This woman was the reincarnation of Saddam Hussein .

She threw clothes.

(Fanny): Get dressed, we leave.

I still had eyes in the fat bine.

(Me): Huh?? We're going where?

(Fanny): In New York until Monday.

What the fucking fuck ??

(Me): New York ?? I can not! I travai ... I mean, I have patients in my office!

(Fanny): Cancel your appointments, your patients will wait before re-face.

(Me): But I ...

(Fanny): CANCEL YOUR APPOINTMENT!

Oh my god ...

I really, really in the shit, even diarrhea!

(Me): Ok, ok, not angry up my love. I'll call my secretary.

I took the phone and I called the Panini .

Ninon the manager, said.

(Me): Hi Ninon is Patrick Duval.

(Ninon): Quossai you want to fucking cellar, sti.

Fanny could not hear what was said Ninon, he had to improvise that despite the response of my manager. I knew I was juggling with fire, but I can juggle. I am an expert. I can set everything on fire without burning me.

(Me): Listen, Ninon ... for the next few days coming up, I'm going to have ... uh ... cancel my schedule.

(Ninon): What , crunches?? It

not understand.

(Me): Yes, I have to leave emergency until Monday.

She suddenly understood.

(Ninon): ME YOU FUCKING TOE Fool?? How do you want me to find a replacement soon as well, sti. No way!

Fanny was impatient.

(Me): Yes, that's it, Ninon. I'll come back on Monday, you shall tell my clients to return next week.

(Ninon): From Quossai you speak, sacrament?? I want to see you on the floor at 5 Calisse tonight is clear??

(Me): I know , Ninon, customers will be cursed, but I have no choice, really no choice.

(Ninon): My fucking Duval, if you come back until Monday, you'll have big consequences calisses.

(Me): I'll explain explanations in return ...

Fanny snatched the phone from my hands.

(Fanny): Duval returns Doctor Monday conasse shit, you cancel appointments. Worse

she hung up.

I gasped, I could not take off the eyes of the phone. Fanny sent Ninon shit!

was dead.

I dressed, she sat me down on the back seat of his BMW and we headed to the airport.

(Me): What is it? A business trip?

Fanny was concentrated on the road.

(Fanny): No.

I smiled.

(Me): is a journey of love, my love?

(Fanny): You call me again my love and I do not care a crushing blow in the teeth.

(Me): What then?

She sighed impatiently.

(Fanny): is a ... a contest.

Huh??

(Me): What I have in there??

Impatient, she turned to me.

(Fanny): You will know in time and place, now you shut your gu ...

She looked at me trying to strum on my Blackberry .

(Fanny): BUT WHAT YOU DO??

(Me): I ... uh ... I write a post on my blog about what is happening at the moment.

She furiously.

(Fanny): You can tell your readers that you will give them news on Tuesday, until you disappear. Worse

she tore my Blackberry of my ...