Still as impressed as ever by Mistress Mademoiselle Calamity, I am once again completely naked before the most splendid and beautiful jailer I know. A prisoner of her domination, of her power that destabilizes me and puts me at her mercy each time Mistress Mademoiselle forces me to look at her so that I feel, before her splendor, that I am nothing but an insignificant object. This time, Mistress Mademoiselle Calamity has, as usual, carefully prepared her scenario and her trap. After putting my collar on me and…