I push through the noisy crowd, my head down, my eyes cast to the floor. These people are strangers to me and yet I am desperate not to let them see my burning red marks on cheeks or the cum dripping down my face.
I burst out of the front doors of the night club, crashing into a passing stranger and knocking his umbrella to the ground. As we both reach down to retrieve it, he casually glances at my face. His face reflects his shock as he exclaims "mon Dieu!" I turn and flee into the rainy night.
I thank the heavy rain for washing away the evidence of my encounter. If only my memory could be wiped clean as easily. My pace slows as I feel the weight of a heavy burden, it is more than the weight of my rain soaked clothes. I have just flown halfway across the planet to escape my obsessions only to discover there was no escaping myself. I stop and look around me. I am literary and figuratively lost
The next morning I wake to discover the skies of Paris are clear and sunny. In the light of day, the events of the previous evening feel surreal, vague remnants of images of men linger in the back of my mind. I convince myself it was only a bad dream brought on by the jet lag of the long flight. Determined to enjoy this break from being a sexual plaything, I set out to explore Paris.
I walk down the Rue de Rivoli, the street shines in the golden light that Paris is famous for. The city is scrubbed clean by the rain storm of the previous night. I take a seat in a crowded side walk cafe, in the best of my very bad French I order an espresso with milk and a croissant. I recline in my chair, letting the warm morning sun warm my body. The waiter returned with my order, I glance up at him to thank him. He looks down at me and I feel my heart stop, I recognize the waiter from the night before.
I sit with my espresso cooling untouched in front of me, the memories of the previous evening come flooding back. The waiter was one of a group of young men who had approached me in a secluded section of a club. I thought I was going be robbed until one of the men placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me down to my knees.
In the dark, on my knees the only thing I could see was him opening his pants to expose his hard cock. He slapped me across the face with his cock, leaving my cheek burning.
The impact knocked me back to the memory of the first time I met Jim. I was naked on my knees with my hands behind my back. He slapped me across the face with his huge cock, then paused to judge my response. He slapped me across the face again and began my long training as his submissive.
