Just before our trip, Slave had to go to Paris, and I wanted to give him some satisfaction, some sort of a reward, as he was doing quite well in his maid outfits, in his high heel shoes. He was wearing the CB3000 as usual while travelling. 

He was to meet a professional Mistress of his choice, but had to handle her a special envelop containing the key and a second envelop, plus instructions. They were: 

1/my slave must not be beaten, but he can be humiliated, even in public (party, other pro, other client...)

2/do not use a big dildoe, if you need to.

3/as there are many sex shops in Paris, you may know where he can buy this inflatable dildoe letting a passage for enemas. When bought, you can, of course, use it, as we both don’t have any experience.

4/if he deserves climax, give him a good time, as it has been two months without release.

5/he is a perfect toilet slave, as his tongue practices a lot.

6/ (the main idea) ask him what number he would chose from 1 to 10 (his favourite is 9).

The number he will give you, will be the number of weeks he will stand locked in chastity, when he returns.

Please write the number inside the second envelop (for the key), and your phone number, if I need to check, or call you for a later experience.

Slave did not understand why she had that incredible smile when he said... 9.

She escorted him to buy the special dildoe (which was the one I saw on Internet) and gave my slave his first enema experience. 

He had to serve her while she had other clients, warm water inside his body, making him beg and giggle.

Finally, he was put on a special bench, that made possible, beside licking  the Mistress (after she had a pee in his mouth), to be fucked by a client, while he had a blowjob by an other, on his knees, under the bench.

He had to leave the place with the inflatable dildoe, fit in his ass, retaining a small enema. He, surely, did not go shopping !.

He had a lovely time, though he would have preferred a woman wearing a dildoe.

On our way to Morocco, where we stayed for three months, I told Slave, just before arriving, he was not intended to be my husband but he would, all the time, be at my service, and .....

We would have a house near Marrakech, with two female servants (cheap). 

His surprise was total when I told the woman in charge of the cleaning he was there to obey any uf her orders, too. She immediately understood what it meant; my companion was a slave.

 Jasmina had to find him some clothes, and he would sleep in a small room next to hers. 

I assured her she would not be bothered by him as he was kept in chastity; she could not help asking to see what I meant, so I ordered Slave to get naked in front of us. It must have been very painful, for him, as, of course, he had a strong arousal. ( Before leaving, I had bought “points of intrigue” for his CB 3000, but, instead the punishing teeth, I usually use, to prevent any arousal, he had the smaller ones on). 

I told Jasmina (39) that, if she wanted, she was, they were (Leila 45), totally free to use him anyway they wanted to please them, but they would not have the key, as chastity, for my slave, was permanent.

Time passed, and the two women were more and more happy to have their own slave (such a rare thing in those countries). 

What had to arrive arrived; Slave had to kneel and kiss their feet, every time one of them entered a place he was. He had to prepare breakfast, wash their clothes, and, soon, please them sexually, the better he could, as, of course, he remained caged all the time. 

Beside oral service, he could use a dildoe, Jasmina had (they are getting modern).

Most of the time, they wanted him to wear nothing else than the transparent panty, brought by me.

In those countries, servants are slaves; my slave learnt what being the slave of a slave meant.

Slave ate what they, or I, left in our plates; he had to ask the permission to go to the toilets, a corner in the garden, under supervision, most of the time, before being washed with a garden pipe, like an animal. 

At the end, I even saw him eat right on the floor like a dog.

He believes that, never, he had such a wonderful time, humiliated, the way he was only dreaming of.