About four months ago, Sheryl announced her intention to take Molly to Paris as a mother daughter experience. That blossomed into Molly bringing friend and an invitation for me to join as well. The unspokemn intention this trip would be Sheryl's submission to Molly and Molly's flagrant desire to exert some sexual control over her mom.
In the four hence, my situation at home became tenuous. Both Sheryl and Molly encouraged me to leave and move in with them. By early May, it was clear to everyone I'd do that and in essence, become a 24/7 submissive to Molly and also Sheryl. Jody and Katrina strongly encouraged this long overdue transition. In the final days before the trip, I made the necessary preparations to live with them when we returned.
In the four hence, my situation at home became tenuous. Both Sheryl and Molly encouraged me to leave and move in with them. By early May, it was clear to everyone I'd do that and in essence, become a 24/7 submissive to Molly and also Sheryl. Jody and Katrina strongly encouraged this long overdue transition. In the final days before the trip, I made the necessary preparations to live with them when we returned.
June 1. Friday. We flew over in the afternoon and landed Saturday morning in Paris.
June 2, Saturday. A service met us at the airport, took care of our luggage, and got us to the train station. The service handled our luggage and way to the south coast of France. Our hotel was a 16th century mansion converted to a quaint 40-room 3-star hotel inside the old Roman walls of the city. Our suite had two private balconies, both with table and chairs and overlooking a private courtyard below. After a long nap, we strolled to the square and had dinner outdoors. We came back; Molly and Cheryl went to their room and closed the door. I had the feeling this was like the first night of a honeymoon for them and when Cheryl cried out “OMG, yes”, I knew the virgin had been raped. Marianne and I were on our balcony listening. We kissed and went to bed and I ate her before falling asleep.
June 3 Sunday Mid-morning when they came out of their room, Molly had on a negligee, Cheryl was naked. Molly had her mom announce to us that her daughter had fucked her. It was dramatic. Sherri’s cunt was swollen and red and she reeked of sex. Molly told her mom to go to Marianne and beg for sex. Marianne had Cheryl suck her enormous tits, suck her pussy and ass then took the one and only strappy we had and fucked her. Molly and I watched. Sherri was in tears of ecstasy and humiliation. Molly declared her mom a whore and had her suck me off, too. In return, I ate Cheryl while the girls watched and degraded us verbally.
This afternoon we had a trip set up to a winery out in the country and private dinner. Cheryl had previously arranged all of this, including transportation, which was some type of Mercedes minibus/van/limo, type thing they don’t sell in the states; totally luxurious, with a driver and a guide, a, mid-forties, attractive woman who sat in the back with us and pointed things out as we drove. She spoke wonderful English though sometimes she and Marianne spoke in French. My French is limited; Molly’s is pretty good since she had 4 years of it at catholic school. The five of us had a great time chatting and such. Neither Cheryl nor I had panties.
That night the four of us fucked again and Cheryl and I ate the girls. We've fucked half the evening then took a break for light dinner and wine. Cheryl once again ate everybody off and then I did the same.
June 4. Monday. Once again, the same driver, guide and the Mercedes but this time to an olive grove for a tour and on to view Roman ruins at Arles. We had dinner at a 3-star restaurant out in the country. Molly didn’t allow Cheryl and I panties all day. That night Cheryl crawled around and served Marianne while I did Molly.
Cheryl said it's like a weight lifted off her shoulders to finally do what she's wanted for 2 years. Molly commands her; she drops down and sucks pussy; plus, she’s Marianne's titty slave. The past 2 days the girls were clearly in control and again fucked Cheryl and me one right after the other. We concluded that session with Marianne sitting in a chair and Cheryl and I nursing at her nipples while Molly took turns fucking us from behind.
Tuesday, June 5. This was our day to leave Avignon and head to Paris, again on the high-speed train. As we were leaving the hotel which has open marble stairs with iron handrails and spindles, Molly saw two maids polishing the spindles and wiping them down. Molly told me to notice what they're doing because I’d be doing that next week but without any uniform. Again, Cheryl and I had no panties.
That afternoon we checked into our hotel in Paris. We had an apartment reserved, which turned out to be two small bedrooms and a small sitting area. Though this place was 4-star, it seemed cramped and we debated switching hotels but didn’t want the hassle and decided to live with it. To offset that shortcoming, though, the hotel was centrally located in the older section of downtown Paris. We took a long nap; Cheryl and Molly in one room, Marianne and I in the other. That evening Cheryl and I attended a concert and had dinner. Molly and Marianne went their own way, met Marianne’s friends and didn’t come back to the hotel until the wee hours of the morning. Little did we know what they were planning.
Wednesday, June 6. From here on, sex and fucking dominated our daily routines. Molly’s desire to see her mom used like a whore completely sidetracked the art and culture Cheryl planned for the trip and wanted her daughter to experience. The days we spent in Avignon were merely a dress rehearsal.
Our hotel rooms with tiny balconies overlooked a narrow street. Directly across that street was a 7-story office building. Molly decided I’d expose myself. First, she had me fully dress. They opened the drapes and sheers and had me walk around the room taking off my blouse and skirt nonchalantly in front of the French doors that opened onto the balcony, coming back to the door, taking something else off until I was in bra, slit panties and hose. They stood at the balcony in the other room watching the reactions of the people in the building. When they saw people starring, they had me strip naked, play with my tits, and rub my pussy then close the sheers. It was like I was putting on a peep show. They said about 20-25 people, men and women alike, were glued to the windows watching what I was doing.
That afternoon we walked over to the Champs-Elysees, shopped a bit them took a taxi to the Latin Quarter. Molly spied a sidewalk vendor selling among other things, slut hose and had me buy two pairs of thigh highs, one gold mesh and the other a seamed lavender pair. She had me take my thighs highs off that I was wearing right there on the sidewalk and put on the gold pair. Yes, people stared.
We met Marianne’s friends, Geneviève and Anne, both art students at a university, at a café and walked a couple of blocks to their rented flat in the Latin Quarter. It was tiny and a mess, clothes everywhere, but nobody cared. It became clear that the previous evening when Molly and Marianne met them, they set the tone for us to fuck. Genevieve, a tall, slender brunette with frizzy hair and Marianne's closest friend in Paris, and Marianne took Cheryl to a sofa and began making out and stripping clothes off. Anne and Molly took me to a bedroom. I ate Anne while Molly directed me then both of them fucked my pussy and spanked my ass. We joined the others in the bedroom and I ate Geneviève. During the evening three other girls stopped by. Only one, Patrice, joined in and fucked. The other two sat and watched. We fucked until around 11:00 that night then the four of us took a taxi back to our hotel.
Thursday June 7. We modified whatever plans we had for the day and went back to the apartment. The third girl, Patrice, was still hanging out there. All of us went to a sidewalk café for lunch then to Tuileries Gardens where people just hang out and enjoy life, then back to Geneviève and Anne’s flat. The fucking started all over again. Several friends who’d heard what was happening came by. Some fucked; some didn’t. One of them, Marie, somewhat older and a total knock out, gave me the eye. Eventually we ended up in bed together and we had easy, passionate sex. She did 69 with me, too, and I thought I’d float away.
I figured out Anne loves to suck pussy and is submissive to Geneviève. I also noticed that Molly, regardless of any language barrier, has a knack for taking charge of situations, even with people she just met.
Sometime during the evening, Molly, Marianne and two other girls, took Cheryl to another girls flat and fucked her all night. In later conversation with Cheryl, she said the girls had her half-naked in a taxi fingering her off and she was sucking tits driving through the streets of Paris. They took her up to the girls flat, spanked her, tied her to the bed and fucked her like some total slut until she almost passed out. She said it was a totally liberating experience.
Friday, June 8. I woke up at Geneviève’s naked and with no idea where my clothes were. There was some girl in bed with me still sleeping. I thought it was Molly but later it turned out to be a girl named Sandrine who I’d fucked during the night. I never thought that at this point in my life I'd be lolling around naked in some French girl’s apartment. I had no idea where Cheryl, Molly and Marianne were at this point. Sandrine woke up and we had sex again. We waked Anne then dressed and went out for coffee. Sandrine split to go to work. Anne and I walked around then went back to the flat. Geneviève returned from class with an older woman, Oriel, her landlady and an art history professor at the university. She’s probably my age, salt and pepper hair, very friendly. Geneviève told Oriel I’d fuck her. She and I went downstairs to her apartment, which was neat as a pin. First, we had wine then showered together (I ate her in the shower) then we went to bed and fucked.
Geneviève came down to get me and said she’d received a call from Marianne that she, Molly and Cheryl were back at the hotel. Geneviève and I walked over to meet them. There was also another girl there, Karine, who claimed Cheryl was now her whore. I laughed my butt of at this bank executive now turned into a pussy slave. Karine is a bit older, around 30 I think. Cheryl looked totally fucked out and told me about her experiences the night before.
The six of us went to the red light district of Paris, Pigalle. That was amazing. Sex shops, strip clubs, brothels and whores of all ages and descriptions standing in doorways. We went into a couple of toy shops but Geneviève and Karine said the things were overpriced and poor quality; if we wanted toys they knew a better place but omg, did we have fun and sex is so laissez-faire here.
Friday evening, after Pigalle, Geneviève told me Oriel invited me to come over, have dinner and perhaps spend the night and that she also invited Marie. Molly told me she did not want me to feel neglected but her intent was to have her mom experience as much sex as possible in Paris with younger girls. I had no problem whatsoever. Geneviève and I went over there; Marianne, Molly and Karine took Cheryl back to Karine’s apartment for another night of Gawd knows what.
Geneviève, Marie, Oriel and I had a fabulous dinner. Once we were back at Oriel’s place, Geneviève said Molly told her to make sure they used me harder. The darker side of Oriel came out when she opened the top drawer of her bureau and brought out the toys; her strappy, anal beads, dildos, knobby anal toys and padded cuffs. To begin, I ate all of them, then they bend me over the end of the bed, cuffed me, used the strappy, and other toys on my ass and cunt while I ate whoever’s pussy was shoved in my face. Oriel also used Marie in much the same way; she’s definitely a switch with no preconceived notions about sex. I spent the night with Oriel.
Saturday, June 9. We (Geneviève, Marie, and Oriel) ventured out around 10:00 that morning, briefly hit the Louvre, and then ate lunch at a sidewalk café for relaxation and some serious people watching. That’s where I wrote you from, the café. From there the four of us shopped and strolled our way to the hotel and went up to the suite.
Within an hour, “cunt slave Cheryl” arrived with her new best friend, Karine, plus Molly and Marianne. Karine ordered Cheryl to undress and show the rest of us her slave body. Cheryl’s sported bruises everywhere from being spanked and paddled, rope marks around her wrists and tits plus a few telltale clothes pin marks down her sides, tits and labia. It was wild but got crazier when Cheryl, under pressure from Molly, told us she paid Karine to do this to her. I about dropped over. Molly told me to get naked also and join my slut sister on the bed. Cheryl and I did a 69 for this audience of six. Karine also fucked my pussy and ass. On a side note, Oriel told Marianne she had to have those magnificent tits. The two of them went into the other bedroom and closed the door. Marianne later told us Oriel made fabulous love to her tits and pussy. Shortly afterwards, Oriel and Marie bid us goodbye and left. They’re both sweet.
That final evening, the four of us plus Geneviève and Karine went to a secluded cluster of adult shops a few blocks from our hotel. (I have to write this in detail; it’s amazing.) At one, the Erotic Boutique, we got lucky. There was a main area out front where some guy and a woman were waiting on several other shoppers. Molly, Marianne, and Karine had a private conversation. Then Karine spoke to the woman and the six of us were ushered to a back room and told to wait. She left and closed the curtain between the two rooms. A woman came from the back of the shop and introduced herself as Margo (tall, probably 40, dressed in black, short raven hair, very hot looking.) Since she spoke French to us, I relied on Marianne for translation. Karine told the Margo we were serious shoppers, intended to buy if they could produce the right things, we didn’t want to be bothered by other customers and we were interested in leather restraints. Margo showed us some leather items but Karine rejected them and told her we wanted top quality. Margo went to the back of the shop and returned with items in a higher quality leather. Karine examined them and said “oui, oui”, Karine, Marianne and Molly talked and they would occasionally turn and look at me. Karine told me to undress. I was stunned but under the relentless insistence of all of them, I did so. When I removed my skirt and revealed my smooth pussy, I heard Margo say “salope”. Karine said, “Oui, salope.” Margo examined my body, had conversation with Karine and the other girls, measured my wrists, ankles and neck then disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a set of lavender colored leather items. She encouraged me to feel the softness of the leather, which I did.
She positioned me in front of a 3-way dressing mirror. She put cuffs on my ankles and wrists, and drew them together, arms behind me. Each cuff had its own buckle and d-ring but with an attached strap that buckled the two together, thus no need for padlocks or other attaching devices. She fitted another set of cuffs above my elbows, strapped them together tightly and then buckled cuffs around my legs, just above my knees. In the course of no more than two minutes, I was totally bound and helpless. Looking at my reflection in the mirror and seeing the other girls in the background and Molly’s gleeful face left me quivering and getting wet. Margo showed me a ball gag in the same lavender leather with a small hole through the center of the ball, told me to open my mouth, pushed the ball into my mouth and buckled the strap behind my head. Then she showed me a leather collar with four small d-rings, attached that around my neck, and added a short leash. Finally, she held up a blindfold, much like a sleep mask, and asked me “do you like?” Without waiting for an answer, she fastened that around me. I stood there shaking even harder and listening to them go “ou la la” and Molly saying that’s exactly what she wanted, she’ll take it. Margo removed the blindfold and gag and told Molly she had other suggestions. My eyes were as big as saucers as she showed Molly a small paddle in lavender and black with a handle about a foot long and a small, thick leather patch about 3” by 1 “. She indicated this was for the cunt and swatted me like I was some soulless mannequin. She gave it to Molly who swatted my cunt and nipples a few times and said she wanted that, too. Molly also selected a wider leather paddle for my ass and nipple clamps with weights and wider clamps with weights for my cunt lips.
Margo showed Molly an anal toy, a flexible, thin butt plug about 3-4” inches long attached to a thinner tube and a rubber bulb device. She bent me over, put on a rubber glove, opened my ass, lubed me and inserted the plug then squeezed the bulb until it inflated and expanded the plug in my ass. She released the pressure and had Molly try it and the effect was the same. Molly said she definitely wanted that, too. Margo removed it, looked at me and said she understood that I am the slave of this young girl, referring to Molly. I nodded. She said that I was very fortunate to have such nice friends. She gave Molly a long plastic tube to insert through the small hole in the gag and two bondage straps, compliments of the shop.
The woman and Molly took everything off me. Attention turned to Cheryl. She undressed and went through much the same process. The selection of things for her was in red leather though she did not get the exact same items I did. All of this was 820 euro’s, or about $1050.00; expensive but something Cheryl paid for willingly. The woman wrapped and everything and suggested we put this in our checked baggage back to the states. She gave Molly her business card.
We thanked Margo and left. I was stunned by what they bought for me and got a picture mentally of how serious Molly, and to some degree, Cheryl, are about this 24/7 live-in slave situation.
The six of us had a final meal at a café, talked then hugged and cried when we left Geneviève and Karine. There is no doubt some of these women will be coming over for a visit. Karine told Cheryl she had to promise to be her slave. I do think they are doing things over the net right now and believe Karine is setting up a visit.
We got back to the hotel about 1:30 in the morning, packed quickly and then grabbed about four hours of sleep.
Sunday June 10. We were up around 7:00, checked out of the hotel and took a minibus to the airport. The flight was brutal, long, and almost anticlimactic. We got to Cheryl’s about 5:00. By 6:00 that evening, I was naked and have been so ever since.
In summary, it was a fabulous trip and I’ve thanked Cheryl a thousand times.
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