"Come on, I'll handcuff you in front, it will be more convenient."The break wasn't long!... My numb arms appreciate not being pulled from behind anymore, but the handcuffs are still there!... "Now you're going to put yourself on the coffee table , on all fours. Wait, I'll adjust the camera. It's ok!... Don't move, I'm going to put a chain that will attach the handcuffs to the foot of the table, you'll have to stay in this position... Hey bé! Your buttocks are very red… Spread your legs a little more… Your stomach is falling a little… But the little chastity cage releases your testicles well…”On this remark, I feel that my testicles are gripped vigorously and well compressed, compressed, I have the impression that they are going to be crushed, and I let out a cry... Farid laughs: "You forget that I can do what I want!... And that even if I wanted to castrate you, you couldn't stop me...”.“But that's not what I'm going to do… On the contrary!… I see that the scrotal ring of the cage doesn't really tighten you, so I'm going to double it with a thermoplastic elastomer cock ring in the shape of a donut. It's very elastic, it's easy to put on... There you go, a nice red ring, you'll quickly feel how effective it is... And I'll put another one, a blue one, around your testicles, it will look like a ball strechter!... »I try to see these attributes that my tormentor has just put in place, but, on all fours, it's not possible for me: my plumpness prevents me from being able to see them, my belly hides them from me!... However, very quickly, I feel their effect: my penis must swell a little, the beginning of an erection caused by the cock ring... And as he is a prisoner of the chastity cage, it becomes painful... It's what I have left of my virility that is thwarted, ruined!... Farid goes back and forth in front of my eyes, I notice that he must take pleasure in doing all these little miseries to me, his sex regains a beautiful vigor!... "Come on, arch your back, show me better your buttocks, when you're on all fours ... It's fine, do not contract! »A light pat on my buttocks, then I feel demanding hands pushing them apart, a breath following the parting that separates them... I imagine the rosette of my anus exposed... And suddenly, a feeling of cold, a liquid that seems icy, which touches it... Immediately, it is a finger that I feel performing a circular massage all around its circumference, then twist and penetrate my anus, drill it, rummage it, search it, tap it, then withdraw... So, a new squirt of the fluid so cold, then two fingers begin to widen the passage, to loosen the obstacle of the sphincters by continuing the massages… A third finger seems to me to complete this task. It lasts for long minutes, but they are not unpleasant for me…Suddenly a new sensation of cold, but no longer just on the surface of my rosette, it seems to continue inside my body ... rosette. Hearing the various noises emitted by him behind me, I understand that Farid is trying to insert his penis into it, I understand that he has positioned his big, powerful glans, whose imposing dimensions my mouth experienced earlier. , at the entrance to my anus... I'm afraid of a tear!... But no, it pushes gently, quite slowly, marks small pauses... The glans passed, it's all the sex that goes in, and I feel, sodomized, become “his thing”, his submissive slave…So he grabs my hips, holds me firmly, and begins to move back and forth… Slowly, at first, then at a faster pace, with jolts, jolts… My body follows these rhythms and offers ... I feel his big, long cock out, then enter again, and that, several times. He's gasping, I'm panting... It's good!... A few very close jerky movements... my dominator ejaculates, and this time, it's no longer in my throat... And I'm aware now that I've become, as he says, his “female”… He reminds me, moreover, “So, motherfucker of your race, you got screwed, you liked it… It's not over, you're going to appreciate the rest … »I'm still sitting on the coffee table, hands cuffed, and tied to the foot of the table ... I feel flowing in the line of my buttocks fluids resulting from the sodomy I just suffered. I have my little sex constrained by the devices he has installed and which makes me suffer. I still feel the heat from the masterful spanking I received… My head is starting to spin, an effect of the alcohol he made me drink in excess… What does he mean? ?I dare not move, waiting for his return: he has gone to his other room, I heard some noises of ablutions, the vibrations of the pipes in the bathroom... I can't free myself: it's he's the one who has the keys to the handcuffs, to the chastity cage… and he's the one who has the suitcase with all my clothes… What should I do?As I mope, Farid comes back into the room. He has put on a djellaba, and I feel humiliated to be now, me, still naked, in front of him, dressed… And, as if I weren't there, he takes his cell phone and makes a call. He speaks in Arabic, I don't understand anything, but the conversation seems pleasant, he laughs several times... Then he stops talking, puts his phone down, and looks at me... He laughs!... My humiliation, and the submission session to which he has just forced me put him in a good mood!... "It's only six o'clock in the evening, you told me you were available for the evening... we still have time!... Wait , I will make you presentable…”He goes back into the airlock, comes back with a large towel, and begins to wipe my body, the line of the buttocks, the legs of everything that soiled them. He spends a moment cleaning, without removing the chastity cage, my little penis, well swollen, due to the action of the cockring rings, even if it could not get erect... but which still left pass some pre-seminal liquid, which has wetted the part of the cage which oppresses my glans, and forms a net which hangs under my belly... "I was a salesman, for two years, in a sex shop in the neighborhood... all the toys that are sold there, and I know well, too, the desires of the French who fantasize about submission, like you... Come on, relax, you can tighten your legs a little, and... arch your back well, I 'love it "…"You behaved well, I see that the whisky, which you like, uninhibited you, I was told that it was an effect of this alcohol. So I'm going to give you another glass, and you'll drink it whole, I'm going to make you swallow it sip by sip…” And I had to comply… I must have swallowed half the bottle since my arrived!... Three short knocks are knocked on the exterior door, followed by three long knocks... "Don't worry, it's Ghazi, he's a friend, it's with him that I was on the phone, just now. He arrived from Algeria two months ago, he is from the same region where I was born. He lives in a home near La Chapelle, he is very alone since his arrival; I invited him…”And Farid ushers a man a little over six feet tall, small beard, mustache, thick hair, salt and pepper, into the living room. Between forty and fifty, I think. Elegant, denim jacket and matching jeans, large belt, gray “Eiffel Tower” graphic T-shirt… The stern look… I feel very humiliated to be thus put in the presence of a stranger, exposed, naked and attached, at his sight… Especially since he approaches me, looks at me, examines me while turning around the table on which I am seated, touches my still pink buttocks, caresses them, passes a hand over my stomach , comes to feel my nipples, goes down to my pubis, and says to me: "Oh, you're all smooth, hairless, like a real woman... Farid is a real brother for having invited me..."Then the two begin a dialogue of a few minutes in Arabic… “This is what we have decided,” Farid told me. “You wanted, today, to be submissive and well dominated… I already submitted to you earlier, and now we are going, both together, to dominate you well, as you wish. For the moment, you stay as you are, and you will also obey what Ghazi imposes on you… He hasn't had a relationship si ...

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