Master Brett and Slave Mark (1) Photo Shoot
Saturday morning, laying in bed, thinking about the endless amount of people I could have with me at the moment, all the beautiful people where there last night at the Gala opening, And I was up close and personal with each one, everybody smiling, everybody flirting with one another, and some where discretely touching others, when their partners weren't watching. I got to witness all the action, and interactions, even asked not to take pictures of certain couples. That may have been interacting too close for their partners comfort. I was a free lance photographer for one of the biggest Magazine companies, and well respected for my discretion and the quality of my work, and this is why I get the cream jobs, and the best photo opportunities, the organisers know that any photos taken would be check by both my editor and the organising P.R. people. I was certainly paid high enough not to sell any photos that could damage reputations. That's not to say that I haven't been asked to do discrete photo sessions with some up and coming starlets, or good looking models, male and females, (money is money) and as long as consent forms are filled out and a privacy contract signed, it was open slather, and some of these people had real interesting ideas and fetishes they wanted captured on film for their own collection. Once again I get paid a real lot of money to take photos and films, and say or do nothing, once the shot was finished.
But that was last night, and this today, it was just me and my stiff cock, which is nothing unusual, I loved the feeling of sliding my hand up and down the shaft, occasionally lubricating my best friend, My nipples love the attention my other hand gives them, twisting, pulling, and pinching the ever hardening orbs, and it certainly doesn't take me long to reach fever pitch, what with my other active imaginations and some of the sights I've witnessed, I quickly reached the edge of the volcano, the pressure was building in my balls and my pulse rate sky rocketed, every vein in my body seemed to tense up, My eyes rolled back , then the volcano erupted spewing delicious cum into the air and eventually cascaded down my fingers and hand. What a fantastic feeling, the perfect release, of pressure and the glorious afterglow of solo sex. Who needs a partner when I have two hands (who was I kidding) one of these days I'll find somebody else to join my morning ritual, some one that will share my fetishes and fantasies. But for now, more important things, and coffee and breakfast were high on the agenda. I was into my second piece of toast, when my phone rang, glancing at the screen I saw it was my Editor, It checked the time and thought it was a bit earlier for him, but I answered it anyway, " Hi Mark, I got the photos from last night that you sent through, great job as always, but I have a job that requires your delicate touch and professionalism, and feel free to say no, but you have a way of capturing the true essence of assignment, and you know how to extract the best out of people and still manage to achieve the perfect photos, whilst keeping your professional eyes open and mouth shut". (He was very good at boosting my ego, and sucking up my arse at the same time). "I need you to do a photo expose on the BDSM scene, some of the players, what was there normal day to day jobs, as a posed to their BDSM roles, and what they get up to, relationships within the scene, you know, a full work up and, you can write up the piece anyway you see fit, I'll check and proof read the article, and of course show the customer's PR group. We don't want you to in any way down grade their activities, but highlight the diversification and the right to express themselves as a group."
I explained to him that this may take a while, and probably involved lots of nights travelling back and forth, and reminded him that I was more of a photographer than a writer; he assured me that money was not an issue and bonuses were all taken care of, even if I was out of contact for awhile he had me covered, just send in my photos and articles when I could. He sent me a list of contacts, phone numbers, places to start, and a expense account to purchase whatever clothing I needed to blend in, turning up in a suit, may not be very discrete whilst doing the piece. The last thing he said was "Have fun!"
I went back to my toast and coffee whilst reading the outline of the job, saw the contact names and numbers, and decided to do get some back ground information from the internet, and Google search, prior to ringing around and making my first contact. After watching a searching, it was clear why he needed someone that saw everything, but had the ability not to see other more intimate and possibly incriminating stuff. My first contact was a chap called Brett, who at first was a little hesitant to reveal too much about himself, but also knew of the job I was trying to do. I offered to meet him somewhere, have coffee, and just chat with each other until we felt more comfortable with each other. We mutually agreed on a local cafe and appointment time and I assured him that I would not be taking photos. Just two people chatting.
It was mid afternoon when I first met Brett at the cafe, and was surprised, to find, just your ordinary bloke, but he had the perfect personality, a constant smile, but assertive nature, he offered me a seat, and ordered coffee. It appeared that the staff knew him quickly complied with his order. It didn't take me long to figure out that he was certainly the inside man I needed to talk too, and gain his trust, but it was more like he was interviewing me for a position, not the other way round. And as soon as he told me that he was a police sergeant, and once I had been given the third degree and answered all of his questions, it was perfectly clear that I was in fact, the outsider trying to get in, and he was protecting his group. Brett and I finally started to gain a greater insight into each other's lives, and I started to envy his lifestyle choices, during the day he served and protected and when not on duty, he was allowed to indulge in his other love, which happened to be BDSM, and as it turned out his passion was for control, and he enjoyed having submissives do exactly what he wanted or desired. He assured me that most submissives craved dominance and the loss of control, and this was generally the complete role reversal to their normal every day employment or role in society.
Our conversation dragged on for the entire afternoon, and the more he spoke the more interesting Brett became, as I said he had the perfect blend of smile, assertiveness, confidence, and wasn't real hard on the eye, but what I did find out more about myself than Brett, was that he very easily took control of the conversation, the ordering of food and drink, and before I even knew it he was taking control of my very being. He even told me when to take notes, what type of questions to ask, and even when he went to the bathroom , he told me to sit in a certain spot, which was strange considering I was already sitting perfectly comfortably in my existing seat, but I complied, to keep him happy. When he returned to the table I noticed that his fly was undone, and just the hint of fleshy organ could be seen, but said nothing, not wanting to embarrass the man. Brett sat down in his seat and offered an idea for me and the article, "We have a function on tonight, with all the usual players, but in order for you to take your pictures and do your article, you need to dress the part, and nobody can know you're a reporter, are you happy with that?" "What do I need to do, what do I have to wear,, I asked him, "I was thinking that you would blend in a lot more if you were dressed and acted as one of my submissives, and under my control, you could take your photos, ask as many questions as you like, but there's a few protocols that you need to adhere to avoid suspicion, we occasionally allow BDSM devotees from out of state to take photos and do insider interviews, within our community. But only if they are with Dominates or a controlling member." I assured Brett that, my magazine was only interested in your lifestyle, and not out to destroy reputations, or expose anybody, and I would do anything required in order to project that image".Brett said that he was happy with my response, but I should be very careful with the word ANYTHING, Brett also said that he had plenty of suitable clothing for me to wear, cuffs, collars , chaps, G/Strings, vest, and would have them dropped off at my apartment prior to the function, he would pick me up at the appointed time., check my appearance and remind me of the BDSM rules and regulations. "Just so as you know , I have already done a background check on you, and your magazine, and they tell me you're the best and you always go that extra mile to get the perfect story, but be warned, you are going to see lots of naked flesh, sexual acts, spankings, floggings, powerful Dominates, and Submissives, you may even recognise a few faces, but you are under my absolute control, your arse and crutch may get touched or pinched, and more than likely your arse will be slapped, and YOU MUST except this attention, if you even baulk at any of the attention, they will know something is wrong, this is not up for debate, this is the way it's going to be." There just one other thing, whilst in the club, or in the presence of other Club member, you will call me MASTER BRETT, or SIR, if you forget the others will expect me to spank you bare arse" I'll try not to forget, but I'm bound to make mistakes, but I except your terms and complete control and guidance" We finished our conversation, and were about to leave, and without even thinking I was drawn to Brett's fly and his semi exposed flesh, " You can stop looking at my cock, you'll see plenty of that tonight, I was testing you to see if you were going to be shocked, and by the way your appear to have submissive traits, you follow orders, and do so without thinking, I'll pick you up at 9.00pm. Be ready and dressed; perhaps put a long coat on to cover your cute arse." With that he left, leaving me just a little stunned at his final statement.
True to his word , Brett sent the package over, and with some cautious excitement I opened it up, the package contained everything he mentioned, plus a note, "Slave Mark, I want you to shave your pubic area and arse, before you put the G/String on, I have also placed an enema kit in the package, read the instructions and have it done by the time I pick you up, see you at 9.00pm" I read the instruction and followed them word for word, it was weird, but not unpleasant, I repeated the process 3-4 times until completely purged then showered , shaved and dressed in the outfit supplied, the feel of leather against skin was amazing, the leather G/string did little to cover my rapidly growing cock, and the chaps, once on showed off my newly shaved arse, and to complete the picture, the leather vest, collar and cuffs turned me into the ideal submissive, I quickly took some photos of myself decked out for the article of course. I checked my photo gear, note pad and was relaxing in the lounge when the door bell rang, I opened it and saw Master Brett dressed in perfect pitch black leathers, and once he saw me he ordered me to turn around exposing my arse, "Very nice Bitch, you'll fit right in, let's go grab your coat" and with that we were on our way, Master Brett filled me in on the history of the club, the owners were independently wealthy business people that had a fetish and it grew from there, Amongst the fetish group, there were Lawyers, Barristers, judges, police, a sprinkling of high ranking politicians, and just your normal devotees, the club opens up once a week and caters to every possible kink and fetish, not all players are into the same thing, but nobody judges anybody else and excepts all types, male, female, big, small, black, white, and this is the beauty of our lifestyle, dominates rule , submissives obey. About an hour late we arrived at a property outside of town, large fences, private coded gate, and palatial house, lots of cars, and people moving indoors.
We parked the car and I removed my long coat prior to moving inside to join the others, "Remember the protocols and your manners Bitch", as he attached a lead to the collar he had me wear, "but more importantly I'm Master Brett, and you're Bitch/Slave Mark", I will introduce you as a submissive on loan from outer State Dominate." And if anybody asked what Dominate and what State, tell them you have been ordered not to disclose or give out too much information, refer them to me " "Yes Sir", I replied as we walked behind slightly behind him, for the first time I felt like a dog on a lead, I felt a sense of being owned and somewhat protected as we entered. Master Brett walked in as if he owned the place, other Dominates shook his hand and submissives bowed their heads as protocol were adhered to, I basically followed their lead, and at one point even dropped to my knees as Master Brett explained my presence, and the camera equipment, I was patted on the head by the other Dominate, whom I took to be one of the house owners or lead Dominate at the party. All he said to me was be discrete, and do not interfere with the activities or interrupt play as you take your shots, and I expect a copy of the photos, "Yes Sir", He pulled me up to my feet , pulled me closer, kissed me passionately and grabbed a handful of arse, and as we pulled apart he said cute arse Slave.
I'm not sure which one of the last two actions shocked me the most, the kiss or him grabbing my arse, Master Brett looked on and whispered, "Well done Bitch, that was a big meet and greet, he owns the place, now I'll introduce you around for a while, continue to play the willing slut, bow and nod, and except the touch and feels you're going to get. Then I'm going to let you run free to roam and do your photos shot, but remember what the owner said, or there will be consequences" As I said before, I think you have submissive tendency, and you will more than likely get a hard dick watching the type of activities on display, and that will draw attention, and lots of touching, tell them you belong to Master Brett. You will get touched, but it won't go any further than that" . Once again that sort of information stunned me, especially the bit about me being a submissive, but his house, his rules, I was introduced around for about an hour, allowing others to check me out, coping a free feel, then I was set free to roam and take pictures, I had so many offers to do private sessions that I could have set up my own company, ( keep that in mind for later) I thought. It's a good thing my camera had plenty of power and memory chips, as I cruised around, I had to wait at times while Dominates either tied up or secured their slaves, waiting for the best moment to capture the optimum shot, but even whilst shotting I could feel the trust, and the strange type of love they had for each other. Yes, the submissive was flogged, spanked, and occasionally whipped, but the love and compassion that followed the beating was heart warming. The shots I took could already fill a book, but the love that was generated could easily be a bestselling love story. There were no malicious attacks, just a want and desire to please each other, their kisses and cuddles moved onto groping, fingering, and I did see one or two cocks getting sucked and in some parts of the house there were guys fucking, all of which got some camera time, when you've been in the game as long as I have, you can turn porn into an art form. I assured these guys they could see the shots a bit later if they wanted to veto any of the shots.
I returned to Master Brett a bit later only to find him sitting on one of the couches, and a young submissive kneeling in front of him sucking his cock; I was about to turn away and find a discrete place to check out my shots, but he pointed to the floor alongside him, I, of course obeyed without question, but couldn't resist taking close up shots of his cock as it disappeared inside the willing slaves mouth, through the view finder I could get so close I could almost feel the slippery shaft, I could see how the submissive ran his moist lips over the pulsating cock, and the way he savoured the taste, this was not a pornographic act , it was one of complete devotion. "Thank You Bitch that will be enough for now, come back and see me later" with that the slave rose up and then disappeared into the crowd. "Put your camera down Bitch, we have a crowd of people watching, and they expect you to do something, and judging by your cock, I think you know what you want to do" I was not really in a position to argue, and I did say I would do anything required, but I kept telling myself that it's all part of the job. I set the camera aside, moved to the front of Master Brett, replacing the other slave, and moved my head forward to the pulsating cock, "Master Brett whispered to me, I now you've never done this before, but you're about to love my cock, and if you're lucky it will love you back, remember your being watched and be convincing"
It was all or nothing now, no turning back, or pulling back, I was Master Brett's Slave, even if it was for one night, and I at least owed him that much, and I certainly didn't want to compromise his position at the club. Nobody could see, so I closed my eyes and moved even closer to the protruding cock, I could feel the heat emanating from the previously sucked cock, and then I felt it touch my lips,, I rolled my mouth over the head., teasing the knob and probably Master Brett, and without even thinking I opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around the swollen member, Not only had I not done anything like this before, but it was also the biggest thing I've ever had in my mouth, I can't remember any hot dog or European sausage being this big, I licked it up and down , wanting to put on a good show for the spectators, even going as low to lick his balls, which were the simular size to a horses, I looked up to see Master Brett smiling and then he put his hand on my head guiding my mouth back onto his cock, which I'm sure grew a bit bigger, as I took him into my waiting mouth. I thought that I would be shocked or even repelled by this act, but I wasn't , I was gradually getting used to the giant horse cock in my mouth, and my cheating cock was as hard as a rock, as it jutted out from my G/String. Then I remembered one of the scenes from the research that I scanned, The guy on his knees breathed through his nose, relaxed his throat muscles and allowed the cock to drift back into his throat, FUCK I HAVE TO TRY, so the next thing I knew I lowered my head even deeper into Master Brett's crutch, open my mouth that fraction wider and just allowed nature to take its course. My gag reflex wanted to kick in but I relaxed slowed my breathing and swallowed deeper, the next thing I knew my chin was resting on his balls, I could hear the crowd applaud and cheer as I hit bottom. I continued my pumping action, switching between licking and sucking, taking the horse cock deep each time, until I felt the monster twitch, and Master Brett moaned his approval, he held my head still and the veins in the cock pulsated, then he exploded in my mouth, he coated everything, then slowly pulled out and then coated my face with his essence, I had no idea what to do next so Master Brett solved that issue, he scraped his finger along my cheeks and chin and offered it to me. Holding out his fingers in front of me" Slave Mark beg to lick my fingers" that's all he said" Please Sir let me lick your delicious cum, I need every drop inside me, I love being your Bitch and Slave, Please Master Brett shove your fingers in your Slaves waiting mouth" I could hear the crowd of onlookers scream and urge, " You can Slut, but you must know that if you do, I'll be your Master from now on, so get to it and lick my fingers" "Yes Sir , I want to be your Bitch". I sucked his extended fingers clean, licking and lapping up every drop, and then I heard the familiar clicking of my camera, and knew that my performance was now on film. But that didn't stop me from filling up my mouth and savouring the smooth texture, Master Brett pulled me up from my kneeling position and kissed me deep thrusting his tongue into my mouth, I met his tongue with my own and we danced until we were both gasping for air and had to break apart, my cock looked like it was ready to burst. Master Brett told me to grab my camera gear and follow him, we both made our way in to the main chamber, where a padded horse was set up, he led me over to it and ordered me to lay over it , thus displaying my arse, he pulled what was left of my G/String down exposing my butt to all and sundry.
"Gentleman, we are very fortunate to have a honoured guest from interstate, who has been taking lots of pictures here tonight, but I also know that it's his Birthday, and as we all know, on these occasions we have a tradition of giving Birthday spankings, So Slave Mark is to be the recipient of your spankings, please line up to honour our guest." Master Brett winked at me and smiled, as he secured my hands and ankles. I cannot remember the last time I got spanked but I'm sure it was nothing like what was heading my way, once again I was no position to argue, as the first slap landed, bringing me back to reality, the next person slapped the other cheek, then there was a chap that spanked very quickly , getting four in, he just laughed as the crowd booed him, then I was struck with a paddle, which was a whole new level of pain, then the same paddle was used on the other cheek, my arse was burning, then Master Brett took pity on my red hot arse, by applying ice to the affected area, even taking liberties with my unprotected hole. "Better Bitch?" ," Thank you Sir", then lets continue, the spankings continued, but because Master Brett applied water, the spankings stung a lot more, I was yelling and trying to kick, but to no avail, I was held fast, then the owner of the club, said that I was too loud, so he put his stiff cock in my mouth, and edged his way in, Not to be outdone Master Brett greased up his cock and slowly inserted his monster cock into my butt, he was good enough to take it nice and slow, allowing me to adjust to the invading piece of meat. I have never felt anything like it, even when I was constipated I never felt the width or girth of this horse cock, my mouth was full , so any thought of protesting was out of the question, and the cuffs holding me down prevented any escape, but then did I really want too, Master Brett had my number from the very start, even at the cafe, he manipulated my every move, took control of my very being, and now his was edging his massive horse cock deeper into my bowels, he had orchestrated this entire evening, and that's why he told me to have an enema, I was moaning and groaning as the owner plunged into my very receptive mouth, and as Master Brett, took my arse all the way down to the balls, I had never felt so full, but the initial pain had gone and was now replaced by enjoyment, and I wanted more. I had limited lower body movement, but what I had I drove back to meet Master Brett's thrust, I have no idea what we looked like as I was getting spit roasted, but the sounds of my camera working overtime was certainly capturing the way I was being deflowered , my once virgin arse was just a vessel for the huge cock thrusting in and out.
The owner congratulated Master Brett on having such a fantastic , willing slave, " Are you ready Slut" he asked, I just nodded my head as he spewed cum into my mouth, he filled my mouth but some leaked out the corners, only to be pushed back in by one of his fingers, Then Master Brett once again moaned and pushed deeper as his horse cock emptied his cum into my bowel, he pumped away until his cock became so sensitive he had to with draw. Both my holes were now vacant and left open , gapping and drawing in cool air, a coating of sweat covered my used body, and as I lay there my wrists and ankles were released from their bonds. As I recovered, I noticed that our activities had sparked an all in orgy, and it was a sea of nudist, all jockeying for position either in from of a cock or bending over to receive one. I gradually sat up to see men getting flogged, touched, fingered, even fisted, It took me awhile but I regained enough composure to take more pictures of the wild antics of the crowd, I decided that the vest may as well be taken off, somewhere along the way and during the evening my chaps were removed, so I'm wandering around the place bare arse, I was in deed the naked Photographer. Satisfied that I had enough pictures and had invaded the players enough, I found Master Brett at the bar, and he ordered me a drink. I skulled the first drink, only to have another one to replace it. "Master Brett, said I told you that you had all the traits of a submissive, and I think you have found the real you, nobody shows that much enthusiasm for sucking cock or being fucked by one, you're a natural submissive, what do you think?" "Master I'm not sure if I'm a natural or not, but I think I found another part of me, and I certainly enjoyed being taken by you, I think you have awoken the demon within, and I'm slowly coming to terms with the fact that I love the idea of being a Bitch or Slut." "Let's settle that point right now, you are a slut and my Bitch, you licked the cum off my fingers in front of other members, and pledged your devotion to me, do you remember?". "Yes Master I do, but was that for tonight only, or have I pledged myself to you on a longer basis"? "Basically it's up to you, you need to ask yourself, can I live without being a submissive, and can you live without having a Master?" I want you as my Bitch, and I think you want me as your controlling Master or Dominate". I'm happy to take you home, and we'll just leave it at that, you have your pictures and story, but I'm sure you want more".
I gathered up my clothing, putting them on and saying my goodbyes to the host and owner, thanking them the opportunity to take photos and assured him that a copy of all photos will be sent to him very shortly. I joined Master Brett at the door and we departed. The ride home was fairly quiet, until he parked outside my apartment. He turned to me whilst in the car and kissed me passionately, rubbing my nipples, and occasionally giving them a pinch and twist. "Tomorrow the group is heading towards the bathhouse in town and I will be there at 9.00pm, if you turn up, I'll know that you want to continue being my bitch, if you don't, I will miss you, I recommend you think about how much you enjoyed yourself tonight" I got out of the car and moved indoors, with lots to think about, but I think I already know what my decision will be.