As diligent readers of her blog will be aware, Miss Violette Thorngate is currently vacationing in Paris. Eisanna suggested that while she was there she might agree to a training session with me. I had previously played with Miss Thorngate and had not really been able to achieve the high standards she demands from submissives so I was nervous about the prospect and anxious not to disappoint her this time.
Miss Thorngate is quite different in her style of domination to some of the other women in the EI. If you have met her you will know she is beautiful, accomplished and poised and very formal in her approach. I find her quite intimidating. She is an icon to elegant living and I often feel a little toungue tied around her which is a very unusual experience for me.
The day started in a very stressful way, as my plane was delayed for hours, making me late for our appointment. When I eventually arrived at the airport I was really anxious to make my way to the hotel as quickly as possible so as not to keep her waiting. I texted her from the taxi to say I was on my way. Her reply directed me to go immediately to her favorite shop in Paris and buy a large box of macaroons for her pleasure. My first reaction was, "Damn, this is on the other side of the city and is going to take me ages." But a second later it dawned on me that this is what submission is about and I needed to put my feelings to one side and focus on her desires.
We duly crisscrossed town. By the time I got to my hotel I was really late and she was waiting. As we arrived outside the hotel the taxi driver pointed out a really stunning woman wearing a fitted skirt, satin blouse and corset, leaving the hotel. I thought nothing of it and went into the lobby.
Miss Thorngate was sitting to one side of the lobby so I ran up to greet her and apologise for the delay. She looked amazing. She was quite formaly dressed in a tailored skirt and blouse and her long hair hung over her shoulder. I could see the desk clerk looking at me as we went upstairs - little did he know that the situation was absolutely not what he thought it was.
In the rather pokey hotel room I was ordered to strip and she produced a pair of stilettos that I have worn in previous visits to the Instittute. I almost think of them as mine and Eisanna had suggested them as a surprise. They are very high and none of the women at the Institute has ever trained me to walk properly in them so they tend to lead to some inelegant stumbling.
After a few moments there was a knock on the door. Miss Thorngate opened the door. I was astonished to see that the woman whom I had seen earlier, leaving the hotel, was standing at the door.
While I speak reasonable french it is fairly ungramatical because it is self taught and I rarely practise so it is a bit rusty. Miss Thorngate on the other hand speaks beautifully accented, precise, French. She told me that he friend Mademoiselle Delhorme would be giving me a French lesson.
Mlle Delhorme was gorgeous. Beautiful but with a very strict manner. We proceeded with some basic grammer and writing expercises. I was awarded a demerit for every mistake and because I write French so rarely there were a lot of them. She was very strict and distant and I was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. I startd squirming in my chair a fact which did not escape the notice of Miss Thorngate who punished me by slapping my hands several times. As Miss Thorngate had agreed to allow me take her to dinner that evening, Mademoiselle Delhorme decided to train me in the correct way to welcome a lady to a restaurent, how to help her with her coat and purse, escort her to the table and the correct way to behave during dinner - all in French. I was very tonguetied and earned many demerits for incorrect pronunciation and poor grammer but I actually learned some useful French during the lesson. I will never forget how to correctly spell "aperitif" again (and yes, Miss Thorngate, I know there is supposed to be an accent over the e). If only French lessons had been like this when I was younger I would be perfectly fluent.
After the lesson, Miss Thorngate and Mlle Delhorme shared some of the macaroons I had been instructed to bring. (FYI - who else would know that the best macaroons in Paris can be purchased in Pierre Herve, Rue Bonaparte - a new way for the fans of Miss Thorngate to please her!). She fed me some morsels of macaroon from her fingers, I was in heaven!
Mademoiselle Delhorme left us at that point and Miss Thorngate turned to the subject of my demerits. She produced a number of items from her bag and had me line them up on the desk. There were two boxes and a wooden hairbrush. I spotted that one of them contained needles. I really hate needles! Eisanna used them on me once and I nearly passed out - I immediately suspected that she had a hand in what was to come.
Miss Thorngate had me bend over the chair and proceeded to beat me with the hairbrush. She must have given me six strokes which were incredibly sore but incredibly erotic. Then as I remained bent over I felt her finger press against my bum and slide into me. I think I nearly orgasmed on the spot. She spoke gently to me as she removed her finger and inserted a dildo. This would remain in place for the remainder of the evening.
Again, there was a knock at the door and this time I was sent to open it with the admonition "No hiding behind the door". When I opened the door a tall, elegantly dressed french woman was standing there. She didn't seem surprised to see me and entered the room. I was directed to sit down on the chair while she and Miss Thorngate chatted.
Miss Thorngate introduced me to her friend Mademoiselle Ocatavie and told me to show her how much I enjoyed my dildo. I blushed bright red with embarrassment as I squirmed in the chair feeling the dildo inside me.
Then it was time for the main event. Miss Thorngate directed me to sit with my legs open in the chair as she opened the dreaded box of needles. It seemed that the ladies had decided to decorate my genitals with needles. They had a short conversation about the vaious different types and guages of needles available and their effects during which I had started shaking with fear. Much as I hate them I knew that I would not object as I didn't want to disappoint Miss Thorngate especially in front of her friend, Mademoiselle Octavie.
She commenced by pinching the skin on my penis and inserting the first needle through it. I let out a muffled scream and then choked it off. I had an immediate physical reaction caused by fear. My whole body was shaking and I started to sweat profusely. The next was duly inserted and then she suggested that Mademoiselle Ocatavie might like a try. They discussed where it might be inserted and I nearly passed out when Mademoiselle Octavie suggested putting it straight into my testicles. Happily she was only joking and they merrily continued to decorate my penis and scrotum. By the time the sixth needle was inserted I was overwhelmed, I was bathed in sweat and I was crying a little - it was fantastic.
After a few more swats with the hairbrush, the needles were removed and I was sent to shower and change for dinner. As I did so Miss Thorngate was also changing, and although I did not have permission I sneaked a peak at her. She was wearing black stockings, and a black girdle and bra. She dressed in the same black cocktail dress that she is wearing is some of the latest pictures in her blog. She looked magnificent.
When we were ready we left for the restaurent. I was dressed in a suit as instructed but I still had the dildo inserted which made for a very uncomfortable meal. At the restaurent I was instructed to carry her bags on the way in including a little green clutch bag (far too garish for her, but suitable for a slut like me  ). The maitre d' gave me a look but made no remark as he led us to the table. Heads turned as she walked through the restaurent. There was a buzz as you could see other diners strain to see who was this stunning woman. I was pleased to be accompanying her even if I was carrying a clutch bag at the time.
I tried to behave strictly in accordance with protocol but in the absence of training made some mistakes which were duely noted and punished. Miss Thorngate ordered an aperitif and when the waiter looked at me I also ordered one - but I had no permission to do so! For that misdemeanour I was not allowed wine with dinner. The dinner itself was in a beautiful old restaurent but the food was a bit of a disappointment. Frankly, however, I had other things on my mind - remember the dildo !
We chatted for hours over the meal. She is very engaging and has an eclectic range of interests and I really enjoyed her company. I had the most amazing night and its taken me a couple of days to start to recover my composure a little.
When I chatted to Eisanna a few days later I had to say to her that she has the most amazing friends (I also accused her of passing me around the ladies of the Institute like an old shoe - she laughed and said "You love it, you slut!". She's right).
Thanks to Miss Thorngate for a most extraordinary erotic adventure. Her style, elegance and formality added an amazing dimension to the play and I hope was able to be a little more pleasing as a submissive this time. I hope with sufficient training I might come up to her standards one day!
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