The Revelations of Marcel

Marcel came from a dysfunctional family.

If it weren't for Marcel's grandfather, nothing would have probably come of him. He would have been a vegetable who mindlessly goes to work to earn food and rent, or an alcoholic. It was his intelligent grandfather, whose wife-grandmother had long since died, who instilled in Marcel the foundation for interacting with women.

Marcel spent a lot of time with his grandfather, and his grandfather instilled in him the foundation of balance, that one must develop mentally, physically, and materially in terms of money.

At 20, his grandfather passed away. He was lucky that his grandfather left him his one-room apartment, and Marcel moved in without a hitch.

This was 20 years ago. The dawn of the internet. It so happened that externally

and physically, and mentally Marcel was wonderful, and he went to work in male escorting, to try it out.

Initially, of course, you couldn't earn much from this. Mostly it was free sex — as women say now, but Marcel didn't particularly need it either.

Marcel spent his energy, roughly speaking, on alcohol and food. The escort service was used by women around 45-55 years old. Painfully old ones, Marcel ignored, no one forced him to go and fuck some old woman when you really don't need to.

No one paid a lot of money.

They gave clothes. Marcel didn't refuse. Let it hang, you can wear it, for physical side jobs. Wear it a couple of times and throw it away. Also wear it to the same woman again. That would be a big plus

And so one spring, during the May holidays, He was booked by a 45-year-old woman for several days.

Everything was trivial, alcohol, food, sex, but this was a key moment in Marcel's life, in terms of perversions. They were sitting in the kitchen, Ira was the woman's name, she started hinting —

"Listen, when you go to the toilet to pee, you look at my mouth before that" Marcel started making excuses. And it really wasn't like that.

Marcel didn't understand at first what she wanted. In the end, after a half-hour conversation Marcel began to understand that he would not only get pleasure from this, but could also get good money for it.

She asked him, do you drink beer? Marcel, of course, was not a beer lover, especially not cheap vodka. He drank normal alcohol. Yes. Now she said, I'll come. She went to the store herself.

The store was near the house. She took several liters of draft beer. And said, let's have a drink. And the topic somehow shifted. The conversation turned to other things.

Marcel began to forget what the conversation was about. And then he really needed to piss. He went to the toilet. Wait, said Ira. How stupid you are.

She said hold on and slipped ahead of him.

Marcel waited 5 minutes, 10. He started hurrying, shouting. But there was no answer. Marcel started to worry, who knows what could have happened, and then you'd be screwed if something happened to her, so you wouldn't be accused of raping or poisoning her.

He entered the toilet and was surprised by what he saw, Ira was kneeling by the toilet with her mouth open and said – "you want to pee, come on."

Marcel started pissing a powerful stream into her mouth. She swallowed. But couldn't keep up so Marcel started pissing on her face. She didn't mind. On her hair she was pleased.

So several days passed. She took Marcel's number and said she would use his services several times a month.

Several weeks passed. There were many female clients. But everything was trivial. And they paid little.

Suddenly his cell phone rang from an unknown number. Reminder, this is 2005, Ira was calling. She says, "please be ready for the weekend"

From her he received the biggest cash. He came to her. Instead of some dinner with first and second courses, there was mainly beer and beer snacks, fish, and so on.

Marcel understood that golden showers were a goldmine, and so he was not a beer lover, but he drank 0.5 liters fairly quickly and now was taking the initiative, said "Ira, don't you want to go to the toilet?"

How did you guess, I just do. Everything repeated. five, ten, minutes.

Marcel entered, saw the same picture.

This time Marcel was prepared and learned to control the urine flow, giving out just enough so that Ira could drink it all.

Night came, after having sex Marcel and Ira fell asleep, And in the morning, around five a.m., Marcel woke up because Ira was licking his ass. This had happened in Marcel's practice. But all clients before that asked to take a shower. A plan matured in Marcel. He decided to take a risk and do something extreme.

First he decided to test Ira's reaction. And when she was licking his ass in the morning, He let out a hearty fart.

He heard no indignation in response. Ira continued licking his ass as if nothing had happened. Marcel farted again.

Indignation again did not follow, on the contrary, Ira began licking with greater zeal. And in the morning when he needed to take a shit Ira became the toilet.

Marcel found out that Ira was a prostitute, but understood that such things needed to be kept quiet, both about her being a prostitute and about what they did. Next time, at the next meeting, he decided to carefully find out from Ira if she had any girlfriends into this topic, any connections.

He found out that on Moi Mir, the popular Mail-Agent at the time, there wasn't exactly a group, there were many contacts of both prostitutes and slaves,

and so on, who were into this all over Russia.

Ira couldn't resist and told one of the women about him. And so through her he arranged a meeting with a woman at a dacha, already in summer, closer to autumn and maybe in autumn, in September.

Two thousand kilometers to a city somewhere there, in Siberia. Luckily there were cell phones, he got there by train, yes back then trains were much cheaper than planes, So as not to spend all his earnings on a round-trip plane ticket, he headed to a Siberian city.

A small town. There he met a woman, Diana, she was older, if Ira was from 40 to 45, let's say, then Diana was somewhere around 50, but it was visible that she She looked good.

They met at the dacha.

While she went to change, Marcel stayed in the room with the devices, as if by accident. There was a lot of everything, his attention was drawn to a collar.

Two collars, a set of collars with leashes. And a plug?! at first he didn't understand, what kind of bath plug?!

And upon closer inspection, he understood that it was inserted into the mouth. Everything became clear. Marcel understood that he didn't need to pussyfoot around, and he needed to take risks.

And, waiting in the room, he took a collar with a leash in his hand and sat in the armchair. Diana entered in full regalia – stockings, heels, a miniskirt without panties.

He commanded her – "on your knees." Well, Diana was an old, experienced whore, and naturally, she said, no, I won't kneel.

He had seconds to make a decision, and Marcel chose the only correct one. He got up from the armchair, approached Diana, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down, put her on her knees.

That's what she wanted. Put the collar on her. Gave her a kick in the ass. And a slap. I won't describe the session, but the cherry on top was the cake in Diana's mouth.

Marcel returned to his city. He worked, sometimes traveled to other cities. Using the same scheme.

About 6 years passed Marcel decided he needed to start a family. Met a woman

She was 6-7 years older than him, a 35-year-old woman, childless, as it turned out.

She wanted to have a child. An accountant, wearing glasses, modest, classic, standard, genre. They started a family, had children. Marcel was lucky — twins were born, a girl and a boy. And that was it, , everything was good. But the moment came, the sweet life was back at 45 years old.

The children, eight-nine years old. The modest accountant cheated. He was disappointed.

He, understood that he could get extreme with his wife too, but he had fulfilled his life's mission, he had two children and everything as it should be. He decided to divorce and live the life of a bachelor and return to escorting. He left half the property to his wife. And Marcel wasn't an idiot.

There was no prenuptial agreement, but his wife, even when they got married, had property, roughly, about the same as Marcel.

He and his wife remained friends.. He didn't expose her infidelity, despite the fact that he himself had remained faithful to his wife all these years.

Returning to escorting required a lot of time. Because the internet had turned into a huge dump. 95 percent online, even on dark sites, are freaks, masturbators, and women who are just having fun in their fantasies and trolling.

It was 2015 or 2016. Marcel realized that he could earn more, not through escorting. At that time, sending videos abroad with pigs — women-pigs — was popular.

Fat women around 120 kilograms, young 18-20 years old or even younger and conversely old from 60 to 70 were especially valued.

Marcel had preserved contacts in Mail-Agent, and he found women there for video filming and sending abroad. What wasn't very profitable was that he had to share, And in fact the woman got two-thirds, and Marcel got a third of the video. They were all prostitutes!

The best option was always if the beast was a woman, not greedy, who would love her master.

And such a one was found, it was an old fat granny of 72 years, she didn't serve long(

Although Marcel kept her in conditions, more or less, she started feeling unwell, when she was near death, Marcel sent her to the hospital, there she died, but not from torture and humiliation, just her time had come.

Then the SMO started and it became impossible to sell videos abroad.

A time came – calm, the lull before the storm

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And so 2025 arrived, Marcel's money was running out, he had about 300 thousand left, maybe a little more, and he posted an ad on dark dating sites