It's been a long time since I fantasize about the desire to be submissive to a virile, active and dominating partner, even a little macho... I'm no longer a young man, and don't have a particularly effeminate physique: bearded , bald, and a little paunchy… Nothing of an Apollo, even less of an Antinous!… Only solution: to seek, on Internet, the one who will want to help me to transform this obsession into a real game… That's it is, On this site, a man in his fifties, a little younger than me, shares some dialogues, and expresses his interest in getting to know us better, or even more…The photograph does not show his face, but his well-proportioned, muscular body, appreciable hairiness, and an impressive sex!... He describes himself as very well-endowed... Active, he only seeks partners of more than fifty years, and wishes direct plans, possibly renewable, for which he can receive at his home, in Paris, in the 10th arrondissement, where he has a small “comfortable” apartment, he tells me. He had a university education, he speaks impeccable French… He indicates that he is Algerian. It therefore benefits, in my eyes, from the reputation that North Africans have in the field of sexual intercourse...He tells me that he has a few small requirements for submissives: if the mustache and beard don't bother him, they just need to be well trimmed and not shaggy, he insists that, as women do when they marry , they have the body entirely depilated, completely smooth. No hair under the armpits, no pubic hair, a body devoid of any hair... Well, that seems reasonable, and I feel ready to subscribe to his wish, especially since having the skin which has regained its "primordial nature", his "fitra", he explains to me, the one that the child has at birth, this must accentuate the sensations that can be given to him at any contact...I tell him that I have no experience in this area, and that if my desires for submission are strong, I'm a little afraid of seeing them diminish, when it comes to seeing them come true, and that it's is why I would like, when the time comes, to be completely naked, with my hands tied or handcuffed, even a little shackled, so as not to be able to go back on what would have been agreed between us.He tells me that he likes it, and even excites him, that it will be enough for me to come with a suitcase in which he will make me put all my clothes as soon as I arrive at his house, and that he will only give me back when I left. For the rest, he has handcuffs and a few ropes which will do the trick!... games we would have talked about… Today I got ready, it should be a big day, I have an appointment with Farid: I completely shaved my body, I completed that with a cream finish depilatory and a good shower. I have real baby skin, and it makes me feel weird, I already feel like less manly…A good enema, before leaving the bathroom… All ready, I think, for the first meeting… We must meet at the exit of the metro, Gare de l'Est. Farid has received the photo that I sent him, he will recognize me and approach me… 3:30 p.m., it's time… a correspondence a little longer than expected, I arrive a few minutes late. At the top of the stairs, my interlocutor is already waiting for me, jeans and a black leather jacket, weathered face, square chin, and abundant silver hair... Everything about him exudes a natural auspicious authority...“Come, he said to me, I live close to here…”. At number 47, next to an American hamburger restaurant with a somewhat curious name, a large gate, in a Haussmann-style building... "It's here, my apartment is on the sixth floor, but you have to go up the staircase from service. I rent two rooms and a bathroom » Following Farid, it's climbing, it's a bit like climbing to the top of a lighthouse, it never ends!... At the end of the corridor from the sixth, a door, we have arrived."This is where you get naked, put your stuff in your little suitcase, scramble its lock code and give it to me." I'm a little surprised, we had talked about doing this at the entrance to his accommodation, but here we are in the common hallway, there are other doors… A little worried to see one of these doors open suddenly, or someone comes up the stairs, I comply, and find myself, completely naked, on the threshold."It's good, you're without any hair on your body, that's what I like… You obeyed my request."The key in the lock, and Farid ushers me in, giving me a good slap on the buttocks which immediately establishes his dominant status and tells me that I'm going to be trained and enslaved.The room we enter is, to my great surprise, a real Algerian living room, with a large corner sofa framing a coffee table placed on a very pretty rug, and a pouf matching the deep purple cushions of the sofa.“Here, it's here!... Wait, I'm going to remove the back cushions from one of the sofas, and put a large sheet to protect the seat. There, it's done. Now you're going to get into it, lying on your stomach with your head toward the end of the sofa, and you're going to put your hands above your head, so I can cuff them, like we agreed. You see, I have real handcuffs, you won't be able to get out of them... I have other equipment, too, you'll see... And, as you told me that you, you quite liked drinking alcohol, when you were in company, I bought a large bottle of whiskey for you, which you will be alone to taste, I don't drink alcohol. »"Now turn around, lay on your back.. Perfect!... Yes, you do have the little penis you described to me, and I have a surprise for you, you should like it, since it will reinforce your forced submission. I'm going to put a small steel chastity cage in it… Here, I put the scrotal ring, its 4 and a half centimeters in diameter don't squeeze you at all. And now, I slide your little penis into the rings of the cage, I push the locking pin into the ring, I put the little padlock in place… and that's it, it's locked! I'll keep the key with the handcuffs!... You won't be able to get an erection anymore... And your testicles remain accessible to me, if I want to play with them...» «Now, get back on your stomach, and show me your buttocks … »Farid then begins to undress, he takes off his jacket, his jeans and his t-shirt. The photo on the site corresponds well to what it is, and the face does not spoil the whole. But the photo showed him erect, and there, for the moment, he does not seem excited by the fact of seeing me at his disposal.Me, on the other hand, I feel the effect of the chastity cage, the small beginning of erection that my sex feels is restrained by the short length of the cage that was placed on me... A constraint that I had not imagined, but which is real… and not really unpleasant, to be honest…My partner, also naked this time, wanders around his apartment. Not daring to move, I see him set up a video camera on a tripod aimed at the sofa where I am, then bring and open a plastic chest from which he takes out boxes and bottles that he places on the coffee table.Then he comes back to me and examines me: I'm lying naked on his sofa, my hands handcuffed. iHe contemplates my buttocks offered, he knows he has complete control of the situation. And suddenly, I feel his big hand slapping on them. Once, twice, ten times, carefully spaced…. It hurts, it burns… then soon, I hardly feel the burn from the slaps anymore, I just hear the noise they make… Fifty!... Farid stops, I see him go near the table bass, and back. A new slap on my buttocks, harder, this one, and covering a much larger surface: he was looking for a paddle... A glance allows me to see the instrument, a kind of racket covered in leather , which taps widely... The stinging pain becomes sensitive again... Moans come out of my mouth... Twenty-five... Thirty!..."You're hot ass! Come on, let's go to the bathroom," warns Farid, who takes me by the arm and leads me into the airlock leading to the living room door. From there, he pushes me into the bathroom, quite large, equipped with a ...

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