Yes, Madame Lucie caught one of the few remaining nights for Madama Butterfly at the new Opera House on Queen St., somewhat staid compared to the Opera Houses of Paris and Closta Rica.

My first gander to such an event in a very long time.

Those who keep up with my meanderings, musings, banters and quips should know that I have a certain penchant for anything Japanese including a personal 13″ backpiece Geisha tattoo…I am a kimona collector, an art collector, a sponge for anything to do with the Geishas…the life befuddles me. I am awestruck with the purposeful intrigue, the knowledge, the desire to titillate in a time where many women could not…the textiles, the art is so exquisite, what better way to see a live performance of a classic, tragic of course,Opera, that focuses on the perils of such a woman’s plight, torn, in a fruitless quandry, with no huge way out….

The set design and costume was primarily designed by Susan Benson, a familiar name from my Stratford days, so a smile erupted when I saw her name listed in the credits.

The costumes were not necessarily accurate but they flowed and moved with grace, reminiscent to the forefront at least, of this seemingly gentle time period where Geisha were to be seen as such fluid creatures , unbeknownst to the public, what really went on behind the scenes.

The first half was slow and somewhat infantile with the language of ‘yor, the simplistic set design and pallid colour scheme not helping much and with, an outstanding I must say,lead female role played by a woman not Japanese, not even remotely.

However, the second half burst forth with renewal and drama, the timing in certain poignant parts perfect, the silence deafening when she waits for the fruitless return of her husband etc. etc.

These days to even bask in the pure joy of a live orchestra and sound bellowed out with no accoutrements, just pure acoustics is worth the money in itself. My eyes welled at the sensitivity and kept my mind after the fact wandering with rabid thoughts, reliving singular moments, as one does after a performance that touches you one way or another.

My night was short.

I had today an early am client, 7:30am to be exact , who had certain clamouring wishes of the dominant ,lustful kind, of which I was more than happy to fulfill …

“A Date with Madame Lucie”

I will share with you in part, his storyline, the balance to be shown in its entirety in my Member’s area.

“It had been some time since I had seen Madame Lucie and it was before her change in name so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I arrived on time at her doorstep and knocked with a nervous feeling and anxious from the anticipation of what the next hour would hold. To my delight she answered the door looking very sexy with a form fitting outfit that accentuated all of her fabulous curves and a plunging neckline to reveal those sumptuous breasts. As I entered, she smiled, closed the door behind me and proceeded to give me a warm hug and a long passionate kiss to welcome me back. “Where have you been?” she inquired as my hands slowly slid down over her hips and settled on that beautiful round ass of hers which I love to fondle so much. She looked different somehow but I could not quite tell what it was that was different, perhaps just a look or a twinkle in her eye. She then gently took my hand and led me into her well appointed home and up the stairs, her leading so I could get a full view of those shapely legs clad in sheer black stockings and her ass swaying to and fro as it pushed at the seams of that tight mini-skirt.

At the top of the stairs I provided Lucie with her envelope and asked to use the shower so I could freshen up. “Certainly” she said, “it is right over here, just go ahead and I will bring you a fresh towel”. As is showered I heard Lucie enter the bathroom and say “Here are your towels. I also brought something else for you. Put them on, no excuses!”. That was odd I thought, but continued to wash up. As I exited the shower there was the towel she promised sitting on the seat of the toilet, on top of it were four black leather cuffs. As I dried off I contemplated what to do next, but knew that there was really only one option, to do as I was told. With that I buckled the four cuffs onto my wrists and ankles, wrapped a towel around my waist and exited down the hall and into Lucie’s bedroom.

It was dark in the bedroom and Lucie was standing in the corner, arranging some items on the bedside table. As I entered she immediately approached me and commented how happy she was that I followed her instructions. As she stepped in behind me her hands immediately removed my towel and began to fondle my hardening cock. “My, it so big and hard, just look at it”. In front of me was a full length mirror and I could see Lucie’s hands massaging my cock and balls as I got a raging hard-on. As she massaged my cock, I began to moan with pleasure and focus on the incredible pleasure this simple act was providing. The next thing I knew, she had grasped both hands, pulled them forcibly behind me and there was a metallic “click”. The two cuffs on my wrists were now attached to each other behind my back significantly restricting my movements. “But I want to touch that beautiful body” I protested, as Lucie moved in front of me. Lucie only smiled and said “When I decide you deserve the right and you have earned it and only then” to be continued in my Member’s area

So yes, there are those who understand the many sides of Lucie..the soft furry side and the sharp assertive side…it’s all about balance…sort of like the beautiful handmade paddle I use in certain scenarios where I love showing both sides…black, soft, rabbit fur on one side, smooth as butter black leather on the other held by a handmade, mahogany stained,striated Brazilian hardwood, lacquered handle…

built for comfort, and speed…

sort of like my body,,,smiles

Madame Lucie

Your 21st Century Courtesan , Geisha, Odelisque,Concubine, Paramour

a lady with many sides and moods and emotions

You just have to ask for it

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