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René Monfaucon part 3: A Room with a view [M Dom] [F Sub] [Bondage]

René looked down at me, a smile spreading across his face.

‘That is correct.’

He undid his belt and unzipped his pants. His underwear were black like the rest of his outfit and were stretched taught by his hard cock. It was hard to gauge his size under the fabric but it was clear René was far bigger than average. I could smell his musk clearer now, there was something bestial and masculine about it. My heartbeat was erratic, I felt a flush creep over my face in the anticipation. Finally René slid down his underwear and I saw his cock for the first time.

I laughed nervously at first, it was so much bigger than anything I’d seen before that it fell into the realm of absurdity. René placed it on my face, It’s weight and heat made me shiver. I closed my eyes taking in the heat and scent of it. I’d never seen a more beautiful cock. Never felt such attraction, such longing before. I swallowed nervously and spoke in a shaky voice.

‘Can… c.. ca.. can I s… s.. suck it?’ Read more »

René Monfaucon part 2: Grenouille [MF] [M-Dom] [F-Sub] [Bondage]

I’d got to Russel Square Station 10 minutes early. It felt odd wearing next to nothing in the November chill. The collar of my navy blue trenchcoat was turned up in order to provide as much warmth as possible but even so I was shivering. I could barely believe I had followed René’s orders, under the trenchcoat I was completely nude with the exception of stockings and stiletto heels. I thought I would stand out and people would stare at me but it seemed I was blending in. I saw a cab pull up to the curb in front of me and the passenger window was wound down.

‘Erin Collins?’

The driver had called out my name. I shuffled forward careful not to slip on the wet concrete. I leaned down towards the window.

‘Sorry, did you just call for Erin Collins?’

The driver nodded.

‘Is that you love? A Mr René sent me out here, I’m to drive you to his apartment’. Read more »

René Monfaucon part 1: An unexpected message [MF] [M Dom] [F sub]

I was sitting on my bed procrastinating when the first message popped up. I’d swiped right with an older guy of about 50 just before. He’d looked debonair and self assured in his profile so I’d figured why not, not thinking any more about it.

He asked me what I was doing and I answered honestly. I was sitting on my bed as my roommate was studying at her desk. We chatted for a while getting the formalities out of the way. He was French it turned out and was an art appraiser. I was suitably impressed and honestly wondered why he’d wanted to chat to me. Then a message popped up that I had not been expecting.

‘Put your right hand down your pants.’

I told him that something had obviously been lost in translation. Perhaps it was an expression that had translated badly from French to English. He repeated the sentence followed by a message saying that he knew exactly what he’d said. I was so taken aback I didn’t know what to do. Surely I should end the conversation and block him, yet something was stopping me from doing just that. As if moving on its own my right hand slipped into the front of my sweat pants. I answered him. Read more »