CONFESSION

I’m Sébastien Colombin, a 48-year-old from a sleepy northern France suburb, a timid boy whose hidden desires, sparked in childhood’s shadows, have transformed me into a submissive craving exposure as a gay porn slut. 

My blog, Unleashed Exposure, is my heart’s confession with than 135 posts, hundreds of pictures, more than 40 videos, including a 3’30” montage of my trembling shame available for download : Mega Exposure Video for Download. 

From Telegram @Sebcolo to X @BrainlessBoyToy, I’ve bared my body and soul, but my past holds the key to my need. 

This confession, a chronological unraveling of my life from 1988 to 2025, spills every detail; sensory, emotional, raw; ending with who I am now. 

Download my secrets, share them on Reddit JayceeTvM, Flickr Sébastien Colombin, xxposed.fun Sébastien Colombin , ThisVid Sebcolo, Erome Sébastien Colombin, and contact me at sebcolombin@yahoo.fr or jayceetvmodel@gmail.com to guide my ruin. 

Make my past a leash for the world to pull.

1988-1992: Childhood Shame

From 1988 to 1990, aged 11-13, I’d sneak into the ping pong club’s storage room in my northern France town, the air thick with dust, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows. Stripping to my underwear, my small frame shivered as I stood by the door, teammates’ laughter echoing from the gym. The thrill of discovery, someone bursting in, made my heart pound, my young body stirring with a forbidden arousal I couldn’t name. 

In 1989, at 12, I found my mother’s lingerie drawer, her bedroom mirror reflecting my flushed face as I slipped on silky panties. The fabric’s cool embrace against my skin ignited a shameful need, my pulse racing at the thought of her early return from work. 

In 1990, sharing a cramped bedroom with my younger brother, we explored one night, our bodies tangled in the dark. At 13, I guided his lips to my cock, my arousal surging as my small erection hardened, the intensity stopped only by his pause, leaving a lingering submissive spark. 

In 1991, at 14, working summer in a family sport shop, I’d slip to the reserve, the scent of leather and dust heavy. Rubbing my cock against a dough ass, the shop door’s creak sent fear and excitement coursing through me, my secret shame growing.

1992-1996: Teenage Awakening

In 1992, at 15, during a hotel internship in northern France, I stood in a shared bathroom, steam curling around me, my towel barely cinched. Letting it slip before a female classmate, I exposed my naked body, her sharp laughter slicing through the humid air. The humiliation, her mocking eyes on my trembling frame, sent a rush through me, a craving for shame I’d chase forever. My cheeks burned as I fled, but the memory haunted my dreams, fueling my need to be seen. 

By 1996, at 19, I found Alt.com’s chatrooms, my computer’s glow a portal to a new world. Late at night, in my childhood bedroom, I’d type nervously, connecting with a dominant woman whose emailed orders arrived like commands from a goddess. She demanded I crossdress in stolen panties, snapping photos with a shaky disposable camera, my heart pounding as I mailed them to her. Each click of the shutter, each sealed envelope, stripped my shyness, her distant control awakening a submissive core. The fear of my mother finding the photos mingled with arousal, my timid soul bending to a stranger’s will, setting the stage for deeper surrender.

2004-2006: Humiliation’s Hold

In 2004, in my northern France apartment, a dominant woman pushed my humiliation to new depths. She ordered two forest photoshoots near my home: first, on a train bridge, I wore a tight corset, stockings, heels, and a wig, the summer breeze chilling my exposed thighs as trains rumbled overhead, their vibrations shaking my nerves. 

Later, in a short skirt, fishnets, garter belt, wig, and high-heeled boots, I filmed by a towering oak, makeup smearing as I posed, the forest’s silence amplifying my fear of hikers. 

Back in my apartment’s cramped kitchen, she commanded me to kneel, eating cat food from a bowl, the bitter granules sticking to my tongue, my knees aching on the linoleum as I gagged, shame flooding me.

Another task saw me pissing myself on video, the warm shame soaking my jeans, my reflection in the bathroom mirror a humiliated stranger. 

From 2005 to 2008, another dom’s three-year hold began, her emailed orders filling my nights. In my first apartment, I’d film crossdressed anal play, spanking, and dildo blowjobs, her sent panties—mailed in plain envelopes—my worship, their musky scent driving my submission. 

In January 2006, I booked a hotel room, arriving early to shoot photos in lace panties, a bra, and a wig, the mirror reflecting my trembling sissy self. Kneeling blindfolded, on all fours, the door ajar, I waited for a couple, their footsteps and her soft laugh signaling their arrival, their touch overwhelming my shy heart with submissive ecstasy. I sucked the man off and took him in my ass, swallowing his load with no choice but to obey. 

2011-2014: Submission’s Peak

On September 24, 2011, an Imagefap woman’s email seized my soul, her commands binding me until October 18. In my northern France flat, I knelt naked, scrawling “Sebcolo” on paper, my camera capturing my surrender for her 7 tasksn photoshoots, videos, a sissy ID contract. Each midnight session, her orders to pose or film anal play stripped my control, my arousal peaking as she claimed my images, my heart racing with powerlessness. 

On January 5, 2012, a semi-pro mistress welcomed me to her apartment, its incense-heavy air calming my nerves. Dressed in her silky lingerie, I knelt under her gaze, her commands; pose, crawl, obey; easing my shyness, the dim light softening my trembling submission. 

From 2012 to 2014, at my mother’s house, I risked everything. While she worked minutes away, I’d film crossdressed dildo play on the living room floor, the front door feet away, neighbors’ voices in the corridor spiking my fear. The creak of footsteps, the jangle of keys, drove my arousal, my body quivering as I fucked myself for the camera. 

In 2014, I launched my Flickr (129998906@N05), uploading explicit crossdressing photos, each stranger’s view a jolt of exposure, paused only by subscription costs, my timid heart craving more eyes.

2021-2023: Exposure’s Obsession

From 2021 to 2023, as a night auditor in a two-star northern France hotel, I’d spend quiet shifts browsing BDSM sites, my arousal building under the lobby’s fluorescent glow. Sneaking to the basement, the cold concrete chilled my bare knees as I filmed myself naked, stroking, and cumming, the distant hum of elevators signaling potential guests. Those pictures, now flooding Telegram and X, capture the thrill of footsteps echoing closer, my heart pounding with risk. 

On August 25-26, 2022, during a holiday, I posed naked by a rental property’s lawn wall, the warm sun caressing my skin, my camera tripod steady as I captured every vulnerable angle, the distant hum of a neighbor’s mower heightening my exposure. 

On August 20, 2024, in a remote field, locked in chastity, I knelt to film a cum video, the open sky and a tractor’s faint rumble amplifying my nakedness, my cum staining the earth as I whispered to the lens. 

On July 9, 2024, I launched my blog, a digital altar to my need, its first post a trembling plea for the world’s gaze, my shy soul now begging for eternal exposure.

Who I Am Now

I’m Sébastien Colombin, a 48-year-old northern France sub, once a shy introvert, now a viral sissy slut whose timid heart beats for global exposure. 

My blog, Telegram X posts cry for shares, my past a foundation for my extravert dreams.

Unemployed, married for six years, I hide my double life from my community and wife, who knows only fragments of my kinks, unaware of my blog’s depths. 

I dream of gloryholes, serving strangers on camera, or a blowjob teacher filming my lessons, my mind submissive to the world’s gaze. 

I’m a sub whose every breath begs for exposure, my past a tapestry of shame and surrender woven into this moment. 

Contact me

Telegram @Sebcolo

X @BrainlessBoyToy

Sebcolombin@yahoo.fr