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You're gorgeous.

Be a cat.

Better than that.

What are you thinking?

I was thinking, let's unravel the relationship you have with your mother.

What do you mean?

According to Freud, what you experienced as a child, especially the

interaction with your mother, it could affect your personality and your

future relationships.

My mom never loved me, or at least I think.

But I didn't love her either.

It's really harsh to say, I know, but I felt like for her, I just wasn't good

enough.

I started comparing my mom with my mom's friends.

And you know what?

I'd rather be someone else's son.

When you say you weren't good enough, can you give me an example of

how she scolded you?

It's difficult to say.

I remember this one time. It was on my birthday.

I'm sorry.

I lost track of time.

Can we continue this in our next session?

Yes, of course. No worries. Thank you.

You're bored with your life and so am I.

In fact, I'm bored to death right now.

And when that is the case, I'd like to become someone else.

Shalina.

How are you?

Where are you taking me tonight?

You will see.

Each evening, Jason knows where to find the most interesting parties.

He's a sort of BDSM butler.

He knows all the hot spots in the capital, where all the action is

Masters, mistresses, submissives, switches,

muds.

Fetishes. You name it.

They all text him with the hope of finding something to spice up their

It's here.

May I ask what is behind those doors?

Oh.

Three or four men are waiting for you.

You go in and give them blowjobs, one after another.

And then you leave.

Sounds good.

The door code is 3607.

Make sure that you ring the doorbell on the right, because there is an old lady

in another apartment on that floor.

It's on the fourth floor.

Thank you.

I love traditional sex, but sometimes I feel I need something different.

Something more intense.

I need to offer myself.

Let myself be guided.

To obey.

When that is the case, once I text him, I know Jason will be at my door at ten.

No matter what.

Hello?

Hi. Are you Shalina?

That's me.

Come on inside.

Here, take a cushion.

Thank you.

Don't you want something to drink?

Thank you, madam.

But the only thing my mouth is craving right now is to satisfy the gentlemen

one after the other.

The men can wait.

Start with me.

Feeling his cock all across my tongue relaxes me.

It fills me with pleasure and satisfaction.

And the thought of still having all the other man to blow makes me feel alive

and even more aroused.

Shall I take you home?

Yes, please.

That rush of enjoyment I felt when their cocks filled my mouth has faded.

I feel empty again, frustrated, and very alone.

This sensation is so fleeting, and yet...

So addictive.

I need more tonight.

Much more.

I wish they'd use me.

I can be very docile.

So, why didn't they want more?

I am still hungry for more.

I feel like I'm in a box underground, like a coffin.

I try to get out. I try to push up the lid. I'm pushing and pushing.

I'm trapped.

It won't budge. I'm not strong enough.

Little by little, I run out of air and I'm out of breath and I'm suffocating.

I feel like I'm dying.

And then I die and I wake up in a sweat.

Would you like a glass of water?

No, thanks. I'm not thirsty.

Do you think perhaps the heavy weight, which doesn't allow you to lift the lid

of the box, represents all your responsibilities in your company?

Did you have a good weekend?

I suspected he had a mistress, but I'm certain now.

Are you really sure?

I found a condom in his jeans.

Have you talked to him?

No, I don't dare.

He'll lie to me again and say that I'm crazy.

Yeah, you're not crazy.

You're hurting.

And he's manipulating you, that's all.

You're right.

Do you think bumping up your antidepressants is a good idea?

If you ask me, it would be better to start to do therapy.

Two times every week, don't you think?

Honestly, I'm sick of suffering. I swear I'm going to end it all.

No, it'll be okay.

Breathe with me.

I'm going to kill them all.

Their pigs will only think of themselves.

Do you have anything serious like a mouth or...

Who'll make me forget about all this shitty life?

What's wrong?

I spend all day listening to people's problems. Their lives have been

damaged, broken by our society.

So, it's all that I hear, day in, day out.

I feel so anxious.

I...

Feel like I'm suffocating

Okay

Hey,

man, are you free tonight?

Yeah, I've got a young woman you might like just your type

Okay.

Can you please?

I think we have to choose our safety word before we kick out this night.

I'll let you choose one.

It must be something easy.

For sure you had a dog, cat, or goldfish when you were little.

Yes, a dog. Rocky.

It should be Rocky.

Thank you.

My finger is really clean.

Say hi to Shalina.

Hi.

Did you have any problem with that?

No, on the contrary.

Go. I've never

had

a dog.

Though, I made up a name.

Rocky.

Which I use whenever necessary.

This safe word allows the submissive to stop the sex if she doesn't like it

or if it no longer pleases her.

But tonight, I want him to take my urges to the limit.

And I feel the need to accept absolutely everything.

we do bitch

Madam Thank you for the beautiful evening my pleasure

Okay.

He's gone now.

Come on. I'll take you home.

What if they come back?

They know where I live.

No worries.

It won't happen again. They're just kids.

This could have happened to anyone.

And believe me, I don't think they will try it ever again.

What do you mean by that?

You don't need any details.

But just know, they will never bother you again.

Why are you so nice to me?

You drive me around, you take me to parties where I can fulfill my

And now this?

And you expect nothing in return?

Why are you doing all of this?

You're overthinking it.

No, no, no.

There's... something is not right.

What do you want from me?

I'm just a chauffeur.

No, you're lying.

You're lying. Tell me what you want from me, or get out of my house.

Okay.

Shalina, please.

No, don't touch me.

Tell me.

What do you want from me?

In fact, who are you?

Okay.

Let me lane it, okay?

Please.

Okay, okay, okay.

Let me try to explain it.

You know, one time, at one time, I was married, and I was totally in love.

But, I don't know, maybe there was something missing in our relationship.

Jason confessed that night and told me everything.

He'd always been a chauffeur.

However, one night when he went home early, he found his wife with her lover.

Jason just stood there, quiet, behind the partly open door, while he watched

another man fuck his wife.

Jason told me he loved the feeling of being cuckold.

Probably because he knew I wouldn't judge him.

That feeling grew in him.

He never said anything to his wife.

And he rushed home early each evening so he could watch someone else fuck her.

Sometimes he just watched, and other times he also masturbated.

One day, It all came crashing down, and his wife left him for her lover.

Jason told me that he'd become very attached to me.

That he'd probably transferred his feelings onto me.

I'm happy that you told me everything.

Now I can see you.

I feel happy too.

For the first time, I saw him differently.

I saw the man he was and not just the driver.

I lingered on his hands.

So masculine, so strong.

Those hands would surely be able to give me pleasure.

Don't ask me why, but I came harder than ever before.

Jason fucked me passionately with all the fervor he'd repressed for months

his wife fucked her lover.

I felt all his frustrations, his story.

Maybe that's what I was looking for, to be intensely fucked.

a tortured and damaged cell.

Then the night.

Then the two following nights.

And finally, the rest of the week.

We both found that balance, and we both enjoyed the game.

So, we got together.

Did you get a confirmation tonight?

Yes. They're waiting for you.

What did you tell them?

Oh, that they can do anything to you.

That it's what you want.

I can't wait.

I expect more this time.

Since the last time, they didn't understand.

At least, that's what I felt.

The deal Jason and I had was the same.

But with one exception.

I didn't want Jason to just wait for me in his car anymore.

Instead, I wanted him to watch me without hiding behind doors.

I want him to feel even more intense pleasure.

I want it to be his ultimate desire.

since we moved to the country, we've been sleeping much better and eating

healthily. It turns out that what was wrong with us and what put us in that

state was Paris.

It's too stressful there.