Dressage by Bernard Montorgeuil (English Translation)

Book Details

Dressage – This is a tale of obsession, sexual slavery, domination, and fetish. The intimate breaking down of a man’s sexuality for the simple carnal pleasure of his rightful and debauched owners.

The tale is in fact several tales that are strung together as a string of pearls, each one partly inside the last. In subduing and training his novice slave, the Master tells tales from a series of picture books that he uses to educate his slave. To taunt, threaten and tempt him to excess.

Montorgueil’s illustrations pull no punches. There is no attempt to mask the ferocity of the scenes depicted. Occasionally brutal, sometimes depicting what can only be described as torture. They were intended to be ‘underground’ material and did not hide that fact.

Bernard Montorgueil was ahead of his (or her) time in an almost prescient way. One of the most striking changes to the female domination fetish scene in the last decade or two is the incorporation of transexual and ‘forced’ bisexual scenes that bend the sexuality of the male ‘victims’ as another way of inflicting dominance sexually.

The final fantasy is the hint that any man could be the secret property of another, a deviant who sucks cock and serves dominatrices without it being obvious to the others in society.

M/m F/m, FF/m, Maid Service, Humiliation, Chastity, Corporal.

Translation 2023

Excerpt: Dressage

Master and Slave – Part I

The ritual of homage had been completed and the training lessons had begun. But the novice-slave, with a lump in his throat, could not respond. Intimidatingly calm, the Master’s voice insisted. ‘Why are you so anxious, my boy? You have not committed any errors, not that I know! I have not announced any particular punishment to you. So, why the terror?’

Once again, the novice-slave opened his mouth to speak, but he could not articulate a word. Giving up, he lowered his head. His hands, which were hanging down, were trembling a little with suppressed fear.

‘Well? I asked a question, or so it seems to me. I wait for the answer.’

It was often like this at the start of a session. As soon as he knelt down, unaware of the mood the Master would be in, uncertain of what his demands could be or what cruelty he might inflict, all willfulness was annihilated in him, absorbed like water on the sand by the powerful personality that dominated him. In these first minutes, he barely retained the strength to obey any orders, but almost never had the power to respond to insistent questions. Only the whip ever managed to break this paralyzing, atrocious and delicious anxiety at this time of the session.

Something like liberation awaited the slave, but first of all he had to discover what was to be the lesson of this particular day.

‘You’re so fortunate,’ the Master continued. ‘There are days when I would have already twisted your little breasts to loosen that tongue of yours! But all the same, don’t abuse my patience, the wind can always change direction… And stop trembling like that! It’s absurd. I can see your chest drips sweat in your panic. One last time I ask of you; why are you so anxious?’

An answer came to the novice’s lips! With a supreme effort the unfortunate man stammered, ‘I… I don’t know.’

‘Ah, you don’t know!’ said the Master. ‘And I suppose that you don’t know either that I don’t like this sort of answer? Speak! Do you know? Step closer!’

As soon as the student was within reach, the Master’s hand rested on the novice’s pants, exactly on the bulge of the cock. Without unbuttoning, he stroked and discovered.

‘Of course, I find that you are erect! Without any command from me! That’s why you are so nervous! Fool, instead of confessing and apologizing as you should!’ said the Master. ‘I probably would have forgiven you today. Now tell me, how long have you been stiff like that?’

‘Sir, upon entering the room, Master.’

Excerpt from: Dressage by Bernard Montorgeuil

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