(continuation of "My Submission", story told on this site a week ago) A week that Farid, my "dominator", introduced me to the "pleasures" of submission, and, to make it more durable, to make it last over time, even in his absence, forced me to keep padlocked the chastity cage that he had placed during our antics, and which muzzles and compresses from my little sex... "Until our next meeting", he announced to me!...And, very quickly, this constraint appeared heavy to me, with even unexpected manifestations which turned out to be embarrassing. The effect of remembering, almost non-stop, this session where I had tasted, as I had dreamed of for so long, the ancestry of a virile and authoritarian partner (and even, I did not expect it, … of two!) … that, after all, is the effect that was sought by the installation of this device of restraint, and starting from the one who had become my master, I expected it …But not the problem encountered when passing through a security control gate, set up at the entrance to a secure public place... Even having put all my keys, my pens, my telephone, in the cup provided for this purpose, my change, in front of the security guard's eyes, each time I passed by for "verification", the bell rang, attracting the disapproving gaze of the people who followed me and grew impatient. It was not until the question asking if I wore a pacemaker or a metal prosthesis, that it occurred to me that it was the metal rings of the scrotal ring and the five small penis rings of the chastity cage, and the padlock, also metal, which caused this alarm!... Fortunately, the security guard did not insist on knowing the real reason for this triggering, and, on my good looks perhaps,On Friday, I therefore called Farid, to tell him about my misadventure which made him laugh a lot, and to ask him if it would be possible for me to come and meet him again... My idea was to ask him to remove this cage... But I understood very quickly that what he wanted to hear was that I wanted to see him again for a new session of games where he would keep me at his disposal... And this prospect did not displease me, after all... It was therefore quickly agreed that, since last week he had driven me to his home and I now knew the address, I should go there on Saturday, around 3:30 p.m., go up to the sixth floor, undress completely in front of his door, put on my clothes in my briefcase, and only then knock twice three close knocks, a code so that he knows who was there...And he announced to me that this time again I would have the right to a good spanking "as you like them", he said to me, "hands tied"!... And that I had to take care "well prepare, all smooth and without a hair on the body, and having carried out a good enema » On Saturday, it was not difficult for me to find the building near the Gare de l'Est that I had discovered the previous week , to cross the courtyard, take the back stairs, go up to the sixth floor, walk down the corridor to his door, and, watching to check that there were no noises indicating that the occupants of the neighboring apartments were going to open their door and go out into the hallway, undress me, put my clothes and underwear in my small suitcase, and… knock according to the agreed code.Nothing!… No answer, no noise!… I was beginning to worry and ask myself questions. Would I have been in the wrong apartment, wouldn't this be the right door? Or did I misunderstand the date and time? Shouldn't I try to call, to check all this? My telephone is already cut off, at the bottom of the suitcase, am I not going to have to unpack everything again?... But after a while, footsteps, click of the lock keys, the door opens, and Farid is in front of me, like last week, wearing his black leather jacket and his jeans. He grabs my briefcase and invites me to enter this oriental salon which surprised me during my first visit, in this Parisian building…This time, my visit has been planned, and the room is already set up for it: sheets have been placed on the sofa and on the coffee table, and the tripod and its video camera are installed!On a small stool, the handcuffs, the ropes and the chains, the paddle, the big bottle of lubricant and the syringe used to inject it into place... and even the half bottle of whiskey which, it seems, has not , not been touched since my arrival, and the glass... Everything is already there ! … You'll see, you'll become a “good slut” a bit at a time, it's you who will ask for more and always ask for more”"It's good, you've waxed your hair again, and you're superb, like that, with your chastity cage!" »… And he laughs !!!... « With a computer scientist buddy we started to prepare a video of what was filmed last week. It's not over yet, we have to sort out and cut out everything that isn't interesting, the scenes where nothing happens in the camera shot... But we're going to put that to the point and we will make a dvd of which we will give you a copy, it will make you a souvenir! »I'm embarrassed by what I'm learning here, I didn't think my submission scenes could be broadcast... But Farid told me that he had worked in a neighborhood sex shop for two years, perhaps he kept, among his clients of the time, acquaintances who would be interested in viewing these games?... Anyway, it is too late, I can see it, for me complain and even less try to oppose it, and I note that it is well planned that what will happen today will also be filmed again... "Come on, come on, I'm going to handcuff you, tie you up , and once you're ready, you'll be spanked."And I am thus installed, flat on my stomach on the sofa, handcuffed with my arms above my head, shackled, in full view of the camera... I arch my buttocks well... As long as I do!... better images!... And besides, I feel the cage whose rings are a little crushed, in this position, and the accentuation of the arch relieves this pressure "Let me undress, since you prefer that I spank you all naked, according to what you told me,” Farid told me. And now I see again the handsome athlete that is the man whose enslaved captive I am now. And his attributes, already imposing, while they are still at rest..."I have a surprise for you... You're going to like it!... I invited my friend Djelloul, who was a village chief near my home there, and who has now come to France to join and live with her grandchildren, who work here. He is very old, I believe he was born in 1938 according to your calendar. But he's still very strong, and he's got lots of good ideas… We're going to spank you together! At Farid 's call, I see an elderly man coming out of the airlock leading to the kitchen, a little bent, but looking very green, despite his slightly hesitant gait. The mimicry of his face seems to form a grin, but it can really only be a smile, a little ironic no doubt, as confirmed by his eyes. He is dressed in a striped djellaba and wears a crocheted cap.I'm always very ashamed to be exposed naked in front of a dressed character... And Farid must be well aware of this, since he prepared this scheduled entrance for him, once all modesty was forbidden to me... Djelloul approaches, and just caress my exposed buttocks ... He spreads them with both hands, looks carefully at the rosette of my anus, which has shrunk since the onslaught of last week, and has regained almost its original appearance. Then, now the two buttocks well apart with one hand, he runs with the edge of the other my parting, seems to check and note his absence of hair, He touches my rosette with a rotary movement of one of his fingers , then let go of my ass and step back. He and Farid are chatting in Arabic, I don't understand anything, and their laughter gives me a little apprehension... What are they up to they don't want me to hear?... My former university student from Farid, who handles so well French, comes back to this language that only I understand… “Here, we are going to spank you like brothers, like lumberjacks working together, each one will slap in turn, but we will cover all your big buttocks. We're going to give you ...

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