A gay lope at the fetish lodge

 

- Hello

- Yes, hello, I'm calling because I have a few questions about your gîte.

 - But please, what would you like to know?

- I'm a bit embarrassed to ask you these questions, but I'd like to know if you accept human dogs and if this is possible in your home?

- Don't be embarrassed, I've been in the fetish dating business for 40 years, so there's no taboo subject with us. Human dog you say, in other words, is it possible to have farts-play or dogtrainning at the B&B? Well, the answer is yes, without any problem. However, I would advise you to bring knee and elbow pads or gloves, because although some parts are, let's say, passable, if you go a little further into the property, there are paths or trails with stones.

- Is it really possible to walk around your property like that?

- Yes, it's no problem at all, there's nothing in our way. If you like, we can even serve meals in bowls.

- That's great, and if we're gay, do you have any problems with us playing outside?

- Still not! There's even equipment that lends itself well to fisting and other things like pierced chairs and pilorises. In fact, the equipment you see pictured on the site can be used at your convenience whether you're lesbian, gay or straight, we don't care. 

- Do I still have a question?

- Please do!

- The gîte is limited to 4 people, but what happens if there are 5? Does one of us have to go and sleep in a hotel?

- The restriction is due to the fact that we only have two large beds and, for legal reasons, we can't accept tents or caravans.

- Yes, but you have a special bed that allows you to sleep underneath! If I count correctly, that makes 5 places.

- Let's get straight to the point, you'd like to come with 5 people and are asking me if we can work something out?

- Yes, that's it!

- As long as one of you agrees to sleep somewhere other than in a conventional bed, we could adapt the rental package.

After this telephone conversation, Damien decided to book the gîte for a weekend in July. In reality, he was on his own for the moment. His idea was to offer a weekend at the gîte to two gay Masters and to be their lope. For the next two months he's been scouring gay forums and sites, as well as Fessestivites and Abkingdom, where he's come across a few ABDLs interested in BDSM.

On Fessestivites he found a very kinky gay dom who agreed to accompany him to the gîte and look after the lope. To make sure he didn't get the wrong end of the stick, Maître Max asked him for a copy of the booking and then phoned the gîte. The gîte confirmed that a booking had been made but refused to reveal the identity of the tenant. After some discussion, the gîte simply told him that the person had booked, presumably, for a gay BDSM weekend. Despite further enquiries, the gîte respected the customer's anonymity.

Poor Damien....

Poor Damien, because during telephone conversations, which were only one-handed, he revealed his fantasies of being a dog and bitch in a hard BDSM version. There's a big step between fantasy and reality. After visiting him at his home to 'test' the lope and have a bit of fun, Master Max, who is fairly well known in the dating world, had no trouble finding three other gay BDSM enthusiasts to go with them to Spain. Among them are Master Paul and his friend Lucas, who is a switch, and Mamadou, who is white by skin but nicknamed for the size of his three-piece wardrobe, and who is always willing to fart pucks.

Although Damien had offered to pay for everything, the guests contributed to the cost of transport in a minivan hired for the occasion. During the journey from Lyon to the gîte, the submissive angel keeps on lighting them up. Excitement can drive you crazy and make you forget to be careful....

As soon as we got out of the car, Maître Max took matters into his own hands, or rather, his leash. Damien found himself naked with a collar around his neck in front of the owners of the gîte. During the welcome drink, taken in a bowl for Damien, the discussions are going well. The dog's lead was untied so that he could unload the luggage. The guests noticed that there were virtually no limits to "activities" at the gîte. The owner's wife had not been offended by serving the dog a drink, and she seemed "armoured".  

When they arrived at the gîte, which had been prepared for them, the guests were not disappointed! ! ! There are two pilorises on the terrace. One is a medieval version, the other a slave version, where the submissive is locked in place by his four-legged legs with his arse offered to him. Next to it is the "high bench", used to hold a person in the diaper position. Suffice to say that once you're on it, the way is very accessible. A large niche has also been installed next to the swimming pool (HUMOUR Normal, in French Chien and niche contain the same letters).

 Inside the dungeon, a perforated chair covered with a toilet seat amuses them, but what surprises them is the four-poster bed with rings everywhere and its cage bed.

- Do you like it? asks Damien   

- But where are we here? asks Mamadou, amazed by this very special setting!

- At the fetishist lodge !

- It's quite surprising," replies Master Paul.

- I could do with a shower, but the dog's still up and about to help me!

Damien was pulled by the leash and found himself in the shower with his Master, who forced him to get down on all fours and use him as a bath chair. The guests liked the idea and he didn't come out of the bathroom until everyone had had a shower. His first steps as a lope are, for the moment, fairly soft, even if he has to lick asses and feet to check that they've washed properly. Where Damien went a little crazy was the size of Mamadou's chuck.

Damien was taken to the "stoner's bench" where, lying on his back, shackled and handcuffed, he had lost his superbness. While Master Paul's fingers play spelunker in the well offered ass, Master Max gets a blow job. The digging fingers quickly gave way to a highly motivated cock, eight hours on the road with a slut who was dreaming of getting fucked, that makes you want more. Winking at Mamadou, Lucas takes advantage of the fact that Max has left the room to have his arse prepared by Damien's tongue by doing a facesitting.

While Mamadou and Lucas are having sex, Master Max and Master Paul are having a beer. Abandoned on the "high bench", Damien despairs at not being able to have one with them, but his opinion.... By way of beer, half an hour later, when he sees Lucas straddling his head for a facesitting, he refuses to lick the arse that has just been smashed. His rebuttals are taken very badly! Maître Max picks up a paddle from the accessory shelf to motivate him. Spanking on a paddle stings, but in the diaper position, it's hard! Master Paul joins his teacher friend and begins to knead Damien's precious hands with a firm hand.

Between two cries, the desperate man gives in and, as if his life depended on it, laps up the lube-laden and not very clean arse. Very excited by what he sees, Mamadou slips on a condom and comes, in his own way and with his 26 x 6 cock, to explain to Damien that he must make an effort. Stretched out, fucked, deep and wide, he "sings" more than he licks. Freed and carried for lack of energy to the kennel where he is tied up, Damien happily takes refuge there. 

During the meal with the owners of the gîte, the dog was missing. Two bowls were brought to Damien, one with water and the other containing a sort of pâtée made from what was on the evening menu. The owner asked them if they were going to let him sleep outside or in the cage under the bed, pointing out that the nights were cool. To protect his bed and breakfast from possible urine leakage, he gave them a nappy for incontinent people, which amused them. In fact, on the way back to their gîte, the dog was untied and put in a nappy before being buckled under the bed.

 On Saturday morning, breakfast was laid on the table on the gîte terrace. Once again, Damien was unable to eat normally. Equipped with kneepads and mittens, apart from a short two-hour stay in the pillory, he lived like a dog all day. Around midday, after watching them having fun on the swing, he took his place on the "bench of pleasures" suspended from the swing beam. He has to grab a cock stretched out in front of him with his mouth every time he swings. Don't be fooled, Master Max doesn't swing him in the conventional way, but with big slaps.

During lunch at 2pm, Maître Max had a chat with the owner, asking if the sulky used for pony-play could be adapted for sled dogs. Not having thought of this, the owner promised to look for a solution, adding "without guarantee". After some thought, he managed to cobble together something using plumbing sockets and collars fixed to the bars of the sulky: "It's not very aesthetic but it should work", he told her as he arrived with the sulky.

Harnessed like a sled dog, Damien takes his Master for a walk back to the gîte, where he plans to take a nap. Carrying and pulling the sulky on all fours is exhausting, but a very entertaining way to pony up.

- Next time, we should tie his balls to the sulky and make him pull it like that! says Master Paul, scaring the pooch into believing that they are capable of tempting him.

After his nap, Master Max discovered that there were chains and rings all over the trees around the gîte. So he went to see the owner to see if he had any ideas on how to make the most of the area.

- You could organise a manhunt. You give him a quarter of an hour's head start and then you chase him. It's up to you what you do to the game!

- Could you lend me a whip and some bracelets?

- For the bracelets, take the ones in the bedroom, but have you ever been whipped in the true sense of the word with a real whip?

- No, I haven't!

- We're going to play it safe because it could be dangerous for you as well as for him. I'll see what I can lend you.

The naked game was released at around 5pm. The landowner gave Maître Max a mini whip, giving him a few tips and telling him to "watch your eyes, a whip can be diverted and end up where you don't want it to and sometimes even on you".

As he set off across the estate, Damien wondered what they were going to do to him. Walking quickly became a problem for him, as Master Max had fitted him with a large ballstretcher. Every time he took a step, his testicles jiggled. "If this goes on much longer, they'll be dragging on the ground", he says to himself. Easily caught by the hunters who had shared the field like rabbit hunters, poor Damien was led back to the trees by chain to be tied with his arms and legs spread wide. Master Max soon discovers that the whip can be cruel to the person who uses it. Despite this, he begins to get used to the instrument, much to the annoyance of the game, which is beginning to be streaked all over.

Thirsty, he begs for mercy. The negotiation was simple: champagne in exchange for an end to the game. With his wrists freed, the lope can get down on his knees and take Paul's penis in his mouth. Behind him, Lucas teases the precious danglers with his foot, just to motivate the slut. Once they've had their "snack", they head back to the gîte for a more conventional aperitif, pulling Damien by his lead to take a good shower.

For the paella, it was decided to let Damien sit at the table, as he had earned a union break. The night ended by the pool, where the dog had learnt the sunken breaststroke and the sunken pipe. The problem was that pool water and beer make you want to drink. Master Max went to the dungeon to fetch the pierced chair. Set up on the lawn, with a human drainage system, the slut takes several showers....  

Mamadou's evening is far from over, and he still has his cravings. The orgy ends late into the night after many "exchanges" on the sling and without a nappy for Damien, it's too late to go out and buy some. In fact, he's able to get out on all fours to get up outside. "If I see you stand up like a human, I'll whip your balls," Master Max told him. Suffice to say, the doggie was obedient. 

The next day, after having had a great time in the dungeon and the garden, our companions went on a conventional sightseeing tour, or almost a conventional tour, since Damien took a big plug. They visit the stone monastery, a place well worth the diversions. They also enjoyed the immense green park and its waterfalls. Marc had advised them to wear good footwear, as they would have to do some climbing, which would be important for Damien's adventures. Even though the trees and waterfalls made the visit pleasant, the socks had gone up in smell, as the Masters noticed in the car on the way back.

When we arrived at the gîte, the cold beers on the terrace were a welcome relief for our thirsty guests. Damien was able to drink one after he had licked his bare feet and no socks. He found them "salty", so who knows why! After a good shower, our companions have a good time in the pool where Damien has to do a bit of diving to lick this and that^^^.

Damien didn't feel like shopping, so he didn't have to cook, as they had meals delivered for €9.50. Although the dog's meal was not mixed or put in a bowl, as the owners had forgotten this detail, the lope nevertheless ate on all fours under the table. We'd say it wasn't because they were short of space, but that it was just to please him...

The dungeon and its Love room are like magnets for our acolytes. As soon as they enter, Damien is placed and then shackled under the pierced chair used as a human toilet. His mission was simple: to prepare the asses of his tongue and, he hoped, not have to clean them after use. He only cleaned two of them without too much resistance, a foot on your testicles, that's motivating.

Our acolytes having had a blast with each other, with fatigue helping, they quickly took care of the slut so that she could have a minimum of pleasure, but in their own way... Translation? On the accessory shelf, they had spotted the mask used to attach scented socks or briefs to a person's face. Master Max generously offered to lend his briefs and one of his socks so that the slut could enjoy him all night and not feel abandoned.

- You won't feel abandoned because you'll be able to smell me all night long! says Master Max, making his accomplices laugh.

To make sure he doesn't rot the bed, he has to put on a nappy before being shackled arms and legs apart with his human-scented mask on tight. Damien's fragrant night is just an appetiser, because Master Max has plans for him the next day.

Early in the morning, after pissing outside, he comes to free him from the bed to put him on all fours before doing a bondage forcing him to evolve only as a dog. To do this, he tied his legs together one by one before handcuffing him and threading them through his collar. He then removed the mask with her pants and wet sock, and the nappy full of urine. This is then placed over her face and secured with packing tape.

- To please you, and above all so that you don't say that I'm not nice, I'm going to place the keys to the handcuffs at the foot of the table in the natural hut at the end of the orchard. When you come back, you can have lunch and take a shower. Wait, we can't leave your arse exposed to the air, we've got to fill it in a bit. This dog's tail will look great on you, and the rosebud is so small you'll hardly feel it. Enjoy the ride, bitch! Concluded Master Max before going to make himself a coffee.

While he enjoys being loped and acted like a dog, poor Damien is not at the end of his troubles. The soggy coat on his face means he can barely see. What's more, it's going to be a long way to get to the bottom of the orchard on all fours. It was when he left the terrace where he had been carefully equipped that he realised that the morning dew was going to be hell for him. Although Marc tends the orchard in much the same way as he does the park, the grass here is taller. Wet and fresh, they become cruel to him.

The lope transformed into a dog is living out one of his fantasies, except that the long journey and the wet grass change the situation and make it less fun. Plus, fresh grass makes you want to pee. It was on the way, tired and above all lacking courage, that he relieved himself like a dog. It was during this moment of abandonment that his tail decided to go its own way. This worries him because Maitre Max might not appreciate it and will punish him for it if he finds out. Determined to avoid punishment, Damien presses his pace, or rather, his paws. When he arrived at the table under the natural hut, he discovered forty minutes later that Master Max had not left him the keys to the handcuffs. 

Tightening his buttocks on the way back wasn't enough for his anus, which had been "well machined" over the previous few days, to contain his natural urge for what he called "solid sex". To avoid arriving with a dirty arse, he was reduced to rubbing himself in the grass like a bitch in heat. Drawing on his reserves of courage, he resumed his canine journey. In the process, he retrieves the bitch's tail, which is not very clean, and cleans it in the grass so that Master Max or his accomplices don't make him wash it with his mouth. As best he could, it was around 9.30am that he arrived at the terrace of the gîte where the acolytes were having breakfast.

After almost two hours of dog-walking, he was freed to drink at last! Drink and breakfast, after the effort a bit of comfort can't do any harm, thought Master Max.

- Well, Bitch, all that's left for you to do is put your things away and do the housework, which, I would remind you, is the responsibility of the tenants. I suggest you don't delay too long, as we have to leave the gîte and the dungeon in a perfectly clean state. I suspect, without too much risk of error, that Marc would be delighted to punish you with a whip if it's not done properly. You can imagine his reaction if I told him that you'd done the housework badly out of sheer provocation... ! Max tells him before going off to do some shopping at ABCplaisir.

It was with a touch of regret that they set off on their return journey, after a flawless inventory..... To be on the safe side, the Bitch won't be driving, but on the motorway, in the back between the seats, she'll be officiating with her mouth.  

END

TSM

- If Marc really exists

- If the fetish bed and breakfast really exists

- If it is possible to experience this type of adventure at the Gîte Fetichistes

- This story is completely fictional. Its aim is to give you an example of what it's possible to experience at the gîte fétichistes.

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