Kareleather

We met Clément, sixty-three years old, at a private fetish party like the ones that happen in Paris. From a well-defined circle, these parties bring together all sorts of people indulging in their passion for their so-called "deviant" lives and the atmosphere was libertine but also prompt for various encounters. Most of the time, Kathy and I went as a Domina-submissive couple. Held on a leash, I followed my Mistress, docile and at her orders in her various encounters. Sometimes, she allowed me to lick the boots of other Mistresses not without suffering the pangs of my betrayals against her. Lately, I had been able to assert my tendencies of domination while keeping the balance of our relations which remained clear. She was my Supreme Mistress, I sometimes tempted her on other paths but I paid the price more harshly. For our greatest pleasure. But at this evening, we both appeared in leather and dominant. It was the first time and I was very proud of it although a little withdrawn. She