® Je te propose un verre au Louis-Philippe au 66 quai H"tel de Ville vers 19h30 ¯. i read the email several times. Voil... A man has given me an appointment to get to know him and make me talk about my most intimate desires. i hoped this meeting would alter my way of living my sexuality.
i had put a personal as on the ASMF website. Why? Because i have certain desires and sexual needs that only an attentive and experimented master could fulfill. It took me several years to admit the exact nature of my fantasies. Indeed, i loved looking at pictures representing masculine and muscled men reduced by force to be only sex objects in the hands of horny masters. But i had a hard time admitting that i wanted to take the place of these chained, beaten, and raped prisoners.
The absence of any sexual life in my couple (and outside of it, for the matter) incited me to go and seek a man who would help me live my fantasies. The ASMF website seemed the best place to find such a person. Thus, i put an ad on it, where i indicated that I was a beginner and that I was looking a master to abuse me and help me overcome my limits.
i did not know what to expect. i received very fast two first answers. Inexperienced, but intuitive, i told myself they did not fit my search, as my correspondents seemed violent, vulgar, and egoistical. Then, on July 15 2006, i got a message coming from Sir Seine. A short text of which a sentence particularly hooked me up: ® Je suis assez experimente et aider un garcon ... progresser dans des scenarios de soumission me fait tres plaisir. ¯. This man had really well read my ad and was answering it of the best manner. After there, four emails, we exchanged our pictures. I learnt that i had to call him Sir, that he also spoke English (ideal for my fantasies) and that we had a rendezvous a few days later, at Quai de l'H"tel de Ville.
It was beginning strong, as i had to show up there in shorts. Having to leave the office in shorts, this i was finding difficult. I told Sir so, but he retorted - quite rightly - that "You seem like a clever boy; I am sure you'll find a way to change into shorts before 7:30 pm ¯. Around 7pm, i discreetly sneaked out to the bathroom, changed, and left quickly to my rendezvous.
Once at the quay, i first was no one. Then, i noticed a man with a cell phone at his ear. He looked at me from head to toe, his eyes stopped on my shorts and he nodded slightly. This was Sir! It was the first time i had seen him. Embarrassed, nervous and somewhat aroused, i lowered my head and tried to read the newspaper i had brought to give me countenance.
He hung up, shook my hand, and smiled. i was a bit terrified, but i managed to smile as well, I think. We tried to take a seat at the Louis-Philippe cafe, but there no quiet corner. We crossed the River Seine, stepped briefly into a grocery shop, and went on towards the quays. Sir informed me that he did not like carrying objects and that it was my duty to do so. i then took his bag and the drinks. He had thus made me wear shorts and carry his things. The challenge was starting up.
Actually, Sir explained to me that usually, he received his applicants for submission at his place, for a first assessment. i think that i can remember that in my case, my shyness made him prefer a public place for our first meeting. i told him that I was grateful for this. But once sit near the Seine, i was embarrassed: what if someone heard me answer his intimate questions? And if some friends saw me there, while I never go out without my partner? And then, should i tell everything to this stranger? Out of protection, i decided to only speak English, as if it made me less exposed in such touristy an area as Notre Dame!
Sir questioned me about my desires and my fantasies. i do not recall our exact words, but Sir asked my rather direct questions about what i was looking for and about my motivation. He was in total control of our conversation, but he managed to make me at ease as well. Indeed, i was happy to be guided. We were bothered by a junkie, gave her a bottle of water, and then Sir told me that he wanted to take me somewhere.
i was wondering where Sir was leading me. To a sauna, already? In a place such as Le Dep"t? i was all the more embarrassed as we were know walking through Le Marais: i was in athletic shorts, in the middle of the gay neighborhood. Hard to be more discreet, i told myself. Again, what if i met somebody i knew? How would i explain my being in sports shorts, with a stranger, at 8:30 pm, in the middle of Le Marais? Today i reckon that i had a very limited sense of adventure! But at the same time, thinking back at this mental barrier makes me measure the space that Sir has made me cross in a year.
We went into a small street in Le Marais that i never walked into, and we stopped in front of a shop. i was told that is called Rob and that it was closed on Mondays. Sir then led me to TTBM, but it was closed as well. i must admit that i was a little relieved that these shops were closed, whatever Sir intended to do in them. But Sir decided to go to Boxxman. My shame was growing: i knew that this porn shop was located only a street away from my office. And what if my colleagues saw me? i did not dare say anything to Sir, but i did not feel at ease at all. i thought that he was going far for our first meeting.
Arrived in front of the shop, open on that day, i followed Sir inside as fast as I could. There, Sir told me that he wanted to buy ma a jockstrap. Being gay and having lived in the US, i knew what a jockstrap was. Sir took matters in hands and asked the sales guy to see the models. He asked him whether i could try them on. The sales guy looked at me and i lowered my eyes, like a shamed kid. Then, Sir sent me change behind a badly fitted curtain, next to which were passing men walking down to the shop's backroom. Thus exposed, i was embarrassed. And then, it happened.
i was getting hard. Quite hard in my tiny jockstrap, my ass in the open air, visible to Sir and certainly to the sales guy and some customers of his. Sir came closer, made the jock fit better, caressed my ass, and noticed, amused, that my dick was tenting that cloth of the blue jockstrap. He squeezed my cock and made a big smile. i think that i was happy at this moment to be pleasing him and that at this instant i decided to do my best to become his trainee.
But it was not over for me. Sir had in mind to make me buy an enema kit. I kept my head a low as possible as he was discussing with the sales guy the merits of the model in the window. i had never had an enema, having to listen to these two men talking of how i should use the kit was very mortifying. We paid and left to catch the RER express train, from Les Halles to Etoile.
Sir was sitting in front of me. We did not talk much i was still overwhelmed by my adventures and was feeling drained. Sirs knee softly touched mine. Incapable of resisting, i got hard, my dick well drawn on my tight athletic shorts. i was looking left and right to make sure nobody was seeing us. Luckily, the Japanese tourists who were surrounding us were busy comparing their day's shopping findings.
Once at Etoile, i put my sports bag in front of my shorts and got off the train. Sir and i parted. i was hoping i had passed my first challenge. i knew that Sir had other candidates.