Master Brett and Slave Mark, (3) outback adventures
In all the time I was packing my gear, I could never have imagined my Outback Adventure would be anything like what has transpired, my life was basically controlled by my work load , and my desire to advance and promote my business, any relationships got pushed into the background, mind you all this covid crap didn't help my social life. And when it occasionally did eventuate, all the females wanted to do was take my time away from my business plan and goals. So I resolved myself to running the business and occasionally pull myself off to satisfy any urges I may have had. But now there was a new player in the game, that didn't interfere with any of that, he wanted me as a submissive, something to play with, something that he could own, and truth be known, I was now fully on board with that idea. I spent most of my time over the last five years crafting and moulding others, being on call for any issue that may have arisen, and it was taking its toll on me and my mental state. Being a submissive, all my decision making privileges were quickly stripped away, and replaced with orders , commands and directions that I had to follow without question, and of course consequences if they weren't done quick enough or sufficiently to satisfy Master Brett, which he made abundantly clear. There were times when I had to put my ego back in check, and appreciate that I was no longer in charge, and that he was my Master and Dominate.
Everything packed and sorted we drove to the start of horse and trail path, about an hour away, As Master Brett said earlier in the morning, we looked like two mates enjoying each other's company, we talk, about everything and nothing, we got to know more about each other, work, social and interests, i.e. sports, arts, crafts, and of course the conversation led to sexual interactions, what and who we played with, likes and dislikes. Master Brett had a host of stories that I enjoyed listening too as we walked the pathways. He mentioned that he was not always a Dominate; he entered the BDSM scene as an interested bystander, but was quickly drawn into the game, just like I was, but he found a lot of tops played Dominate for all the wrong reasons. So he swapped over to the dominate side of the tracks after a couple of years, found the right mix of control and assertiveness with trying to beat the crap out of slaves to gain respect. He informed me that his approach was to edge submissives into the game, educate, inform, and most importantly communicate truthfully with the newbie's , gain their trust, work with them on their BDSM journey, and the submissives will in turn allow the Dominate to mould them. Master Brett had the gift of the gab, but I felt at ease with what he was saying, and the direction our relationship was going. Master Brett mentioned that at times I would be subjected to punishments, and made to do things that may humiliate me; I may even be lent out to fellow Dominates, who will use me as if I belonged to them. But there's a very strong, unwritten rule NO DOMINATE WILL EVER HURT ANOTHERS DOMINATES PROPERTY. And Master Brett would always be there to protect and ensure my safety.
With all this information that Master Brett was imparting on me, I felt that I should be taking notes, but as he said before, it was all about getting to know one another, and giving me as much upfront information about the lifestyle I was heading into. I assured him that I was processing everything that he spoke of, and if the last couple of days were anything to go by, then I was excited to see where the future leads. We had been hiking for about two hours, and decided to have lunch by the side of stream, surrounded by huge red gums trees, and the red splendour of the Flinders rangers. Both Master Brett and I couldn't get our cameras out fast enough, I was impressed by the quality of his camera gear and the shoots he took, I knew the type of photos I wanted, in regard to the artistic reproductions, so, we spent the next hour playing tourist snapping photos of everything..
After playing photographer we settled down to have lunch and admire the sheer grandeur of the place, we also took advantage of the fact that we had no one else around for miles, the warmer weather, and the tempting water which lay ahead of us in the stream. It was mutually agreed that we take a swim, bare arse of course, and within minutes both of us were in the water , splashing about like a couple of kids. Master Brett told me to wait a minute in the water whilst he got out of the water and grabbed his camera and started taking nude photo studies of me, in all types of poses, with the water cascading off my body and the broken reflections created by the water movement. Then he said, "Bitch, I want you to play with your cock, make it nice and hard" I hesitated briefly, "I won't ask you again, just do it" I massaged my cock feeling a little awkward and somewhat embarrassed, but complied, and my cock started to rise to the occasion. I must admit that touching myself, feeling my cock grow whilst being watched was a turn on, I played with my nipples, giving them a tug, pulling and twisting the orbs, extending them out from my body, one hand pulled my nipples whilst the other played and gently massaged my balls, The excitement of what I was doing soon had me at fever pitch and my hand movements were a absolute blur of friction, I continued to pull and twist my nipples, and my moaning could be heard throughout the valley, I was at the point of no return when Master Brett said "STOP, GET OUT OF THE WATER" I was on the edge, the volcano was about to blow, and the rockets about to blast off. I reluctantly took my hand off my cock and released my nipple grip and exited the water. "Now stand in front of me, legs spread wide, with your fingers locked behind your head", and once again he continued to take photos. I closed my eyes, because it seemed natural to do it. Then I felt something which I presume was cord being wrapped tightly around my cock and balls, it wasn't tight enough to cut off the circulation, but enough to add pressure and make everything swell. Master Brett had enough cord left over to act as a lead, and started to walk me around the place, by now I had my eyes open and I was allowed to drop my hands, we walk over to a large gum tree which had a lower limb laying horizontal to the ground, but at about waist height . Master had me lay across the limb exposing my butt, my cock and balls were trapped beneath me. Master Brett pulled out some more cord and tied my ankles and hand securing me to the limb. "When I tell you to do something Bitch, You will do it straight away, no hesitation, or there will be consequences, and this is one of those times." Along with the pleasure I can give you, there is always the possibility of pain, remember your safe word, and use it if you need to, but you will learn that your pleasure comes when I say it does, and not before.
WHO AM I? AND WHAT DO I WANT?, "You're my Master, my Dominate and I'm to do as you say at all times, without question or suffer the pain and consequences. Let's start shall we, the bark from the tree limb was bitting into my swollen cock and balls, but I suppose I should be thankful there wasn't any ants climbing all over the branch, my arse was on open display and I felt more vulnerable than ever, I could hear Master Brett behind me and once again pulled something out of his camera bag, then I realise what he had , it was the return of the clover clamps, those bitty little monsters that never lose their grip, Master Brett attached them, with smaller weights than last time but just as bad. Then he stood back to admire his handy work, and just for good luck took a few artistic shots for his photo album. Placing the camera down , he stood to the side and began spanking my butt, and with each stroke the nipple weights swayed and my balls pressed harder onto the limb, I was spanked about a dozen times on each cheek, then Master Brett rubbed his hands over the warm flesh, after a short spell he gave me another dozen, this time a little harder, but my cock betrayed me, it seemed to like the attention my arse was getting and remained hard. With each slap my cock rubbed up against the bark, getting more and more excited. Master once again stopped to rest , then I heard him go to the bag again , this time he dragged out a leather bound flogger with a wide hitting surface, to cover as much area as possible in the shortest amount of time. And without warning, he attack my already burning arse, and gave me a dozen on each cheek, I was almost at braking point and wasn't sure just how much more I could take, but I refused to use my safe word, wanting to show Master Brett that I was worthy of him.
"Now Bitch, you have had a taste of pain, it's time for my pleasure", He quickly took his shorts off and stood behind me, and I could feel the knob of his cock pressing against my arse crack, thankfully he had greased up his cock and rubbed some on my girly hole. "Are you ready Bitch?, I proud of you in the way you took your punishment, but you're going to like this part, as your reward", with that he pushed in slowly until half his huge cock was inside of me, he allowed me to adjust for a while then edged in further until I could feel his massive horse balls touching the back of my tied up nuts, and they banged together like a pair of maracas, this of course massaged my engorged pulsating cock bringing to the edge. Master Brett quickly shot that thought down," if you even think about cumming, we start the punishment all over again, but this time I'll do it with a tree birch" I'd like to say that my dick quickly deflated but it didn't. Master Brett grabbed my hips and drove in to the hilt each time pressing my burning butt with his groin and pelvis on every forward movement, my nipples screamed with the constant bite of the clamps, my balls must have been turning blue by now. We must have looked a site, two naked men fucking like dogs in heat, one trussed up and hog tied, while the other was assaulting his arse with a giant horse cock, if only we caught this on camera, I was thinking , one of us would surely win an Oscar. Master Brett grabbed my hips in a vice like grip, rotated his hips as he drove into my unprotected man pussy , then yell loud enough for the entire Flinders Rangers to hear, he plunged his cock in faster, hitting the mark every time, then he quickly pulled out scrambled to the other side of the limb and thrust his manhood deep into my throat, making me lick and suck our combined juices , then he released the nipple clamps causing me to yell as the blood rushed back to my extended orbs, and as I yelled he inserted his cock even more. "Please Master may I cum, I need to cum Please Master I'm begging you" he could barely understand what I was saying due to the cock in my mouth, but he said "Yes", you filthy cock sucking whore" with that I thrust back and forth against the limb creating enough friction that I blew my load, what I didn't count on was the fact that my balls would also be affected by my masturbation efforts, and this caused me to scream again. This was pure fucking lust at its highest level, both of us were totally out of control, and consume by an overwhelming desire to use and in my case be used. Master Brett collapsed onto the ground, leaving me hog tied to the limb, which suited me; I was knackered and slumped over the limb like an old rag. After a few minutes rest Master Brett raised up then got to his feet and went for a swim leaving me totally exposed, fucked and exhausted, anybody could have seen me, or for that matter used me as well, but I must admit I didn't really care, I loved every second of it. About ten minutes later Master Brett returned turned off his video camera which he set up prior to assaulting me, then released my hands and ankles, then untied my cock and balls, he laughed at the fact that I had small pieces of bark stuck to my cock with protein adhesive. "You better go have a swim Girly boi" with that I headed towards the water, from behind me I could hear Master Brett praising my butt saying how red and cute it was. The water felt great on my arse, and I gave my cock and balls a quick wash. Both of us put our clothes back on , but not before Master Brett threw me a pair of frilly pink girls panties, and told me to put them on, whilst throwing my jocks into a bin, "Get used to them, girls wear undies not jocks", now let's pack up our cameras and bags and get going". We were just about to leave when a bunch of middle aged cyclist rode down the walking track and stopped to say hello. We entered into polite conversation with them and suggested the limb over there, whilst pointing to the branch where I was just fucked was at the perfect height to sit whilst having lunch, they thanked us and moved towards the tree, whilst we walked off in the other direction, laughing to each other and thinking that was close, we headed back to my truck, and returned to our camp site.
As we headed back to the camp Master Brett explained that he wanted a submissive to mould and that I was hopefully going to be that person, but I needed to understand that it's a lifestyle choice, he was in no way telling me to forgo my career, but to appreciate and embrace the BDSM scene as an option in my down time, I already know that you love to take orders, and appreciate the loss of control by giving it to others, and relieve you of the constant pressure you deal with whilst running the business. The BDSM lifestyle is the perfect, safe outlet for submissives, they can leave their suit and tie at the door and have it replaced by a collar and lead. We have all sorts of submissive in our group, and some of these guys are lawyers, high ranking police officers, Judges, heads of business, and Corporate giants, and they all want to lose control, if only for the night, week end or longer. Some of these people run their corporate businesses then go home to their respective Dominates who totally control them as soon as they walk in the front door, then they put their suits back on and continue the work the next day, and all of them say that it's the best thing they have ever done, they concentrate better, there's less stress in their lives, and far more productive in their decision making, all because they have a release valve in place. This is what I want you to consider.
I have to go away for a couple of days, when we get back to camp, I'll leave my van there, but when I return I will expect an answer, as to whether or not you really want to be my submissive, you have enjoyed some of the pleasure and pain associated with being a Bitch and Slave, but know this right now, I will be obey without question, and you will grow to love the control I will have over you. And when I come back I'll have another person with me, he's a submissive in training and both of you will service me and each other. If you chose this lifestyle you can expect lots of partners that I will vet, some of these will be dominates and some will be submissives like yourself.
When we arrived back at the camp site we said our farewells then Master Brett disappeared leaving me with lots to think about, but I already know what my answer will be, but it still gave me plenty of time to ponder my future.