Proper BDSM
Visited a BDSM Master today. New to the site, no verifications and from the little I could gather about him, I just could not fully work out if he was the real deal or perhaps a nutter. The pic of his ... chamber had me even more worried and I could get very little out of him while arranging the meet. I didn't sleep well last night but woke up with that Friday Fuck It feeling and prepared to visit him. I deliberately opted for a weak fallback plan... Left his address on my dining room table in case I didn't return and set my alarm for 2 hours after our meet was due to start to allow me to say when it went off that I needed to confirm to a mate that I was safe and sound.
Got there and was immediately shown to the TC with hardly a word spoken (or an offer of a drink after I've travelled for more than an hour). At least he looked like his pic I figured. I was taken aback with his matter-of-fact approach and in no time at all (my eyes haven't even got used to the dark), a collar was fitted to me and my hands were loosely tied behind my back and to the collar leaving my arms bent at a 90 ° angle which was not in itself uncomfortable, but I was acutely aware that it seriously hampered my mobility. I went with it, figuring my legs were still free. I was turned around and ordered to kneel. Out came his cock and with his hands on the back of my head, it was shoved down my throat. When I got a breather 10 mins or so later, I asked if I could get a sniff of pop pers. He duly obliged and I relaxed a bit with him affording me what I have asked for.
Another 10 mins later, he yanked me to my feet and as he busied himself with the collar, said close to my ear: "The safeword is red". I was relieved to hear yet something else which made me think it was going to be ok, but at the same time it dawned on me that he affixed the collar (and my cuffs) to the ceiling. He went off into, now that my eyes adjusted, the semi-darkness and returned with a leather hood. No sooner was it on me than the blows started raining down on me. The flogger I could easily handle and at least he built up on the ferocity. It was though all too soon replaced with the cane and then a whip. As I danced around, blows rained down indiscriminately. On my back, legs, shoulders, stomach, cock, calves, chest and balls. I was of course panting and squealing and reverted to RED a couple of time before he shoved the pop pers under my nose at the breathing holes in the leather hood. More punishment followed.
He must've gotten tired of hearing the safe word as he abruptly stopped. I could hear him walking around; the next moment, an orange glow and but a minute later, hot wax cascaded down on me. Again here, there and everywhere. In the time he waited for the wax to pool, he took a spiked-wheel to me and in particular to my balls and the area between my balls and my arsehole. More pop pers. More pain. He then lengthened the rope from the collar to allow me to bend over. I felt a cool spray on my hole as he pulled my ass cheeks apart. A blunt object pressed against my sphincter and popped in with a force. It hurt like hell, but now we were at the interesting part, so I just hissed and breathed through the pain.
I worked out that it wasn't that big... the pain was from the lack of prep and lube. The spray must've been very watered down lube as it didn't help to ease the object into me. Deeper and deeper and up and down and side to size he manhandled it until all of a sudden, it was yanked out. I instinctively shot straight up, only for him to push down on my back and to circle around to my balls with his other hand. He squeezed. Hard. My legs wanted to give out from under me, but the rope around the collar to the ceiling kept me in place. He disappeared and returned but a few seconds later to add more of the cool spray. "May I please have some of the pop pers again, please Sir" I begging asked. As he said NO, blunt pain enveloped my anal sphincter as he shoved a much larger object into me. I couldn't breathe, I was almost ... from the collar around my neck and certainly couldn't get a word out. Without waiting for me to recover, he roughly moved the object around in me. My arse was on fire and it felt as if my rectum was being torn. Finally he let up and I felt the pop pers against my nostrils.
Almost as soon as he replaced the lid, he shoved at the object again, further up and in me. This time to even more resistance as the based flared wider (a double bulbous dildo or butt plug I thought much later) and my hole simply couldn't stretch to accommodate it. I winched and begged for more lube. I got a bit more lube, but by now the pop pers started to wear off. Still, the onslaught came again and this time it was much more determined. Painfully, millimeter by millimeter it sunk into me until finally my lips closed around the second bulb of the toy. I was literally panting. Only my ragged breathing prevented me from screaming. As soon as I caught my breath, I could sense him near me again and as I did, the flogger, cane and whip started to rain blows down on me again. RED. RED. RED. He kept going for what felt like an age, but could only have been a minute. "Have you had enough?" he asked.
"I think so, yes thank you, Sir" just got a laugh from him. "Let's go another five minutes" he said as the blows started to rain down on me again. I withstood at most a couple of minutes before I screamed the safeword - he stopped, but immediately went for the buttplug and in a single move, he ripped it out of me. As my legs gave way again, the blows started back up. It couldn't have been another minute before I screamed "RED" & mercifully, he stopped. I heard him get dressed and the light being switched on. He untied me, told me to get dressed and told me to let myself out. As he left, he said: "Not bad for our first time, but next time I am not going to take it so easy with you."
Ps. I lasted for just over 75 mins. Be sure to check back for the pics I've taken of my swollen black and blue and red body & cock in due course. In the meantime, I've made an appointment to see him again in three weeks.
Got there and was immediately shown to the TC with hardly a word spoken (or an offer of a drink after I've travelled for more than an hour). At least he looked like his pic I figured. I was taken aback with his matter-of-fact approach and in no time at all (my eyes haven't even got used to the dark), a collar was fitted to me and my hands were loosely tied behind my back and to the collar leaving my arms bent at a 90 ° angle which was not in itself uncomfortable, but I was acutely aware that it seriously hampered my mobility. I went with it, figuring my legs were still free. I was turned around and ordered to kneel. Out came his cock and with his hands on the back of my head, it was shoved down my throat. When I got a breather 10 mins or so later, I asked if I could get a sniff of pop pers. He duly obliged and I relaxed a bit with him affording me what I have asked for.
Another 10 mins later, he yanked me to my feet and as he busied himself with the collar, said close to my ear: "The safeword is red". I was relieved to hear yet something else which made me think it was going to be ok, but at the same time it dawned on me that he affixed the collar (and my cuffs) to the ceiling. He went off into, now that my eyes adjusted, the semi-darkness and returned with a leather hood. No sooner was it on me than the blows started raining down on me. The flogger I could easily handle and at least he built up on the ferocity. It was though all too soon replaced with the cane and then a whip. As I danced around, blows rained down indiscriminately. On my back, legs, shoulders, stomach, cock, calves, chest and balls. I was of course panting and squealing and reverted to RED a couple of time before he shoved the pop pers under my nose at the breathing holes in the leather hood. More punishment followed.
He must've gotten tired of hearing the safe word as he abruptly stopped. I could hear him walking around; the next moment, an orange glow and but a minute later, hot wax cascaded down on me. Again here, there and everywhere. In the time he waited for the wax to pool, he took a spiked-wheel to me and in particular to my balls and the area between my balls and my arsehole. More pop pers. More pain. He then lengthened the rope from the collar to allow me to bend over. I felt a cool spray on my hole as he pulled my ass cheeks apart. A blunt object pressed against my sphincter and popped in with a force. It hurt like hell, but now we were at the interesting part, so I just hissed and breathed through the pain.
I worked out that it wasn't that big... the pain was from the lack of prep and lube. The spray must've been very watered down lube as it didn't help to ease the object into me. Deeper and deeper and up and down and side to size he manhandled it until all of a sudden, it was yanked out. I instinctively shot straight up, only for him to push down on my back and to circle around to my balls with his other hand. He squeezed. Hard. My legs wanted to give out from under me, but the rope around the collar to the ceiling kept me in place. He disappeared and returned but a few seconds later to add more of the cool spray. "May I please have some of the pop pers again, please Sir" I begging asked. As he said NO, blunt pain enveloped my anal sphincter as he shoved a much larger object into me. I couldn't breathe, I was almost ... from the collar around my neck and certainly couldn't get a word out. Without waiting for me to recover, he roughly moved the object around in me. My arse was on fire and it felt as if my rectum was being torn. Finally he let up and I felt the pop pers against my nostrils.
Almost as soon as he replaced the lid, he shoved at the object again, further up and in me. This time to even more resistance as the based flared wider (a double bulbous dildo or butt plug I thought much later) and my hole simply couldn't stretch to accommodate it. I winched and begged for more lube. I got a bit more lube, but by now the pop pers started to wear off. Still, the onslaught came again and this time it was much more determined. Painfully, millimeter by millimeter it sunk into me until finally my lips closed around the second bulb of the toy. I was literally panting. Only my ragged breathing prevented me from screaming. As soon as I caught my breath, I could sense him near me again and as I did, the flogger, cane and whip started to rain blows down on me again. RED. RED. RED. He kept going for what felt like an age, but could only have been a minute. "Have you had enough?" he asked.
"I think so, yes thank you, Sir" just got a laugh from him. "Let's go another five minutes" he said as the blows started to rain down on me again. I withstood at most a couple of minutes before I screamed the safeword - he stopped, but immediately went for the buttplug and in a single move, he ripped it out of me. As my legs gave way again, the blows started back up. It couldn't have been another minute before I screamed "RED" & mercifully, he stopped. I heard him get dressed and the light being switched on. He untied me, told me to get dressed and told me to let myself out. As he left, he said: "Not bad for our first time, but next time I am not going to take it so easy with you."
Ps. I lasted for just over 75 mins. Be sure to check back for the pics I've taken of my swollen black and blue and red body & cock in due course. In the meantime, I've made an appointment to see him again in three weeks.
1 year ago
