"I can't believe I am doing this." I thought I exited the the airplane at Logan International Airport. I am a submissive who is interested in bondage. I have never been brave enough to do any bondage with another man. When I get horny I usually scour the internet. I go to some of the hookup sites, craigslist, and read bandage stories. As time passed I became more and more daring. A couple of times I almost hooked up with some guys from online. Usually either I would masturbate and chicken out or the other guy would chicken out.
My sex drive has increasingly encouraging me to try bondage. I have bought many different toys, and gear. Sometimes I would lock myself up, or drink my piss. Other times I would get high from poppers and fuck myself with a dildo. However I craved a master to tell me what to do and treat me like shit.
It was during one of my sessions, while on a popper high and an anal plug deep in my hole, that I found a website for a bondage vacation. Guests became slaves for the weekend to be used however Master Scott wished. I took a hit off of my poppers and grabbed my credit card. With one hand fisting my cock, I used my other hand to type in my info and booked myself a short stay with Master Scott. Once the payment went through I splattered a load of cum all over my laptop. My head was still fuzzy from the poppers but the reality of what I had done sunk in. I felt so low and dirty. I cleaned up the laptop, closed it, and promised myself to ask for a refund the following morning.
The morning came and went. At first I had forgotten, but when I finally did remember again thinking about it made my dick hard. Instead of sending an email asking for a refund, I bought a plane ticket to go to Boston and arranged for time off from work.
"This is great! I can have some bondage fun without having to give up my life. I can satisfy my cravings and come back to work like nothing happened." I thought
Days later I got an email confirmation and a list of things to bring with me. All of this had happened weeks ago. When it came time to board the plane, and even landing in Boston, I had doubts. Sure I was still horny, but I was also scared. I hadn't told anyone where I was going, I didn't know anyone in Boston, and if it didn't work out with Master Scott then I would be stuck with no place to go until Sunday night.
Fear sent a shiver through my body. My ass tightened on the anal plug I had been told to wear by Master Scott during the flight. Thank god the plug wasn't noticed when I went through the metal detectors. I wondered if the body scanner would have spotted the plug as I started to exit the airport and hail a cab.
The cab ride took about 35 minutes to bring me to Master Scott's townhouse. During the last five minutes of the drive the city started to change. I saw more young punks outside, graffiti, and garbage. This was not the safest part of Boston. Thankfully once I was at Master Scott's I wouldn't have to go outside.
The cab came to a stop, I paid, grabbed my bag and walked up to the front door. I pressed the buzzer and waited. I waited and waited and waited. I pressed the buzzer a few times but when I realized the nobody was home I just sat on the front steps and waited. People glared at me as they passed by. I just shivered and waited. "How could Master Scott not be home? We set up the time and I was hear right on time?" I thought. The sky started to darken and I was getting nervous. Maybe I needed to find another cab and go to a safer part of town and rent a room. The problem was that the whole time I had been waiting not a single cab had driven by. Instead the shouts and laughter of the punks on the street started to get louder. It sounded like they were drunk. It looked like I was in danger of getting my ass kicked if I left the stairs to go search for a cab.
Just as panic was setting in, and tears welled up in my eyes, the door opened and out stepped a tall black man.
"Get your ass inside faggot, unless you want sleep outside with the drunks tonight." he said.
I grabbed my bag and pushed past the man and entered the town house. "I.. I.. I have been waiting for Scott, I am supposed to stay here for the weekend. I.. I.. I don't know whats happened to him. He was supposed to be here ages ago.
"It's Master Scott faggot." said Master Scott who then slapped me across the face. "I am not supposed to do a damn thing. You signed up to stay here and live under my rules. You sit your ass on the front step for as long as I want."
I just opened my mouth in shock. I didn't know what to say.
"Now strip, I want to see if you followed my directions." Hissed Master Scott.
I stripped off as fast as possible and stood shivering in front of Master Scott. I had shaved off all my hair from bellow my neck down to my ankles. On my chest I had written in black sharpie, "Master Scott's Fuck Toy." I wore a jock strap and had an anal plug stuffed into my ass that had made it hard to walk and get comfortable.
"Where is the collar?" barked Master Scott.
"I.. I.. couldn't wear it on the plane, people would look at me funny." I squeaked.
"Is that so?" said Master Scott. "Guess you need to be taught a lesson." With that Master Scott picked up the pile of clothing off the floor and then used his boot to kick me into the next room. A small fire was burning in the fireplace and it was warmer than the front lobby. I rubbed my ass and stood in the corner. Master Scott reached into my pants pockets and emptied them of all their contents. He then started to throw each article of clothing into the fire.
"No wait!! Those are my only change of cloths!! You didn't let me pack any others in my suitcase!!" I screamed as I ran towards the flames. The next thing I knew his leg shot out and I tumbled to the floor my face right in front of the flames as I saw the fire grow bigger and bigger as my clothing burnt. A strong boot pinned me to the ground.
"You better learn quick faggot, maybe next time I throw you in the flames." He said and then reached down to snap a collar around my neck and padlocked it on. "Now go in the other room and get changed. Your outfit is on the chair."