Hello again. I'm writing a series of stories based on my own BDSM experiences. I'll try to keep the chapters short and have some excitement in all of them. If you want to get in touch for feedback or whatever, please e-mail me at paradox_88@outlook.com
Chapter 3 - My first Master
There are only a few people on the bus towards Stretford. I'm wearing sweat pants with no underwear and beneath my winter coat is nothing more than a plain white t-shirt that I'll have to take off the moment I arrive at my destination. I'm on my way to the Master I met online on Recon 90 minutes earlier. I had to convince him of my willingness to serve. To prove I was serious about coming over I had to send him a picture of myself with a news website open on my laptop in the background. And I had to be fully naked in the picture. I hesitated but in the end my curiosity trumped my privacy concerns. I sent the picture.
"Shave all your body hair and make sure you are clean." The orders my new Master sent me were clear. After I replied with `Yes Sir' he sent me his address. "Be here at 2pm sharp. Wear sweat pants with no underwear underneath." I took a shower, made sure I was clean, shaved my already trimmed body hair and got ready to go.
The bus ride to Stetford wouldn't take long and the closer we got, the more my hands started shaking. I was holding my phone with the profile page of the Master open. There was no face pic, but it did show his muscular body. The Master's profile stated that he was 55 years old, 33 years older than myself. The age difference didn't concern me, neither did the lack of a face pic. Of course I was wondering what he would look like, but it seemed less important than the acts we would be doing. If I was to be a good slave, surely any concern I might have over looks were to be ignored.
On his profile the Master stated that he is a Dominant Daddy looking for submissive boys. The brief description of the type he was looking for fitted my stats: A young and slim boy willing to learn to serve through training. It bothered me that there weren't any specific sexual preferences on his profile, like if he was into CBT or fisting or whatever. And it bothered me even more that I hadn't asked what he would want to do with me. My yearning for a BDSM experience put me in a dangerous position. To solve it, I decided to use a safe word. It was advice my friend Matt gave me when I told him about my fantasies.
I texted the Master: "I am on my way and will be there in time master. Since we didn't discuss what you are going to do with me, I would like to use a safeword. Will `Bicycle' do?"
"Refer to yourself as boi or slave from now on. And show respect to your Master, always use a capital when writing Sir or Master. You can trust your Master to train you well, but I will respect your safe word boi. You will not need it. When you arrive, ring the bell, wait for Master to open the door and then wait a minute before entering. Once you enter the hall close the door behind you and take everything off except your pants. Go sit on your knees and say `Your boi is ready Master'."
I replied `Yes Master'. His instructions made me so excited that my penis turned fully erect in the bus. Precum was already dripping from my cock. It was clearly visible through my sweat pants, as was the shape of my cock, so I was lucky there were was no one sitting next to me. Another ten minutes to go before I finally got to experience a fantasy that had been building for months.
It was a five minute walk from the bus stop to Master's house, which was easy to find. I asked myself one last time if I really wanted to go through with it, but I already knew the answer. I had come too far to back out now. So I rang the door bell. The door opened, I waited a minute and once inside I followed the instructions my Master had sent me.
"Your boi is ready Master."
A door opened and the Master entered the hall. "Stand up and look down!". His voice was firm, He was clearly used to giving instructions. Before I fixed my eyes to the ground I quickly glanced at His face. All I could see was that He had short, grey hair and a goatee. He looked like an American, with his muscular build and his goatee, but his accent sounded like he was from the Manchester area.
I wondered if he would blindfold me, but he didn't. He walked towards me and started examining my body. He started with my arms, checking if I had any muscles. I'm slim, but not muscular. I wasn't sure if it disappointed Him. He moved on to my nipples and pinched them hard a couple of times. I moaned, both out of pain as well as pleasure. The Master didn't make a sound. He walked around me. Slapped my ass through my sweat pants and stroked my back with his firm hands before hitting my ass again. It didn't hurt through the pants. The Master stood behind me now. His hands reached for my 9" cock, which was as hard as it had ever been. All the images I played in my mind of what could happen made sure of that. First He grabbed my dick through the pants and then He put His cold hands under the pants and directly on my throbbing penis. He touched the head of my dick which made His fingers wet with my precum. He pulled his fingers back and put them in front of my mouth.
"Lick it clean!"
I licked my precump from His fingers.
"Master can see that His boi is excited. Good. Master is going to have fun with you. Is boi ready to please his Master?"
"Yes Sir", I replied. I didn't know wether to say it softly or to say it as firm as he did. I decided to whisper it because I wasn't sure if talking would be appreciated or if Master only expected a quiet nod. Master didn't correct me.
"Good. Now take off your pants boi," the Master said. I quickly took off my pants and watched my cock dangle. The still-flowing precum dripped on the floor. "On your knees and lick the floor clean. Your body fluids are not allowed on My floor, boi." After I licked the precum of His floor, Master pulled my hair so my face was facing Him and spat in my eyes. "Look down!" He ordered. I felt the touch of leather on my neck. Another first. Master put a dog collar on and held the leash. "Follow me boi." Master went upstairs and I could do nothing other than to follow Him. On the second floor He entered a room with blacked out windows. I could see a small bed, a sling hanging in the middle of the room and an open cabinet full with toys. And there was a laptop playing electro music playing. Even with my eyes facing the ground I could see that the laptop screen was black. I freaked a little because I was afraid He might be taping the session. I didn't see a webcam light, did I?
Before I could over-think it, Master gave me my first instruction. He sat down on a chair, still holding the leash of the collar around my neck, and ordered me to lick His leather boots. The boots seemed to be the only leather He was wearing. His outfit was very casual, a simple t-shirt and worn out jeans. I couldn't tell if His dick was hard, although His profile said His size was XL.
I dropped on my knees and started licking His boots. Leather wasn't one of my fantasies and licking the boots quickly made my penis go soft. It wasn't that it was a turn-off, it was just that for me there were so much more exciting things I had in mind. This felt like an easy, boring task and the way He ordered me to do it didn't feel dominant enough to make me feel like a real slave.
Here I was, in what most people would describe as a precarious situation, being impatient and wanting the Master to be more dominant, to test my limits.
After ten minutes of boot licking, Master seemed to get ready to change the activity. He pulled my hair again, told me to open my mouth and spat right in it. He gently smacked my face with his right hand. "Good boi. Swallow your Master's spit and lick My boots." I faced down again and put my tongue on the black leather boot. My Master's spit actually helped a bit, because my tongue was getting dry from the continuous licking. I heard Master opening his jeans, which gave me a thrill of excitement. I couldn't see it, but I heard a stroking movement so I figured I would be sucking some human flesh soon.
I felt Master's hand on my face, slowly moving down to my nipples. He pinched them long and hard, first the left one, then the right. I squeaked with pleasure and felt my own tool harden again. My Master's hand now held my chin and pulled my face up. SPLAT! I closed my eyes in a reflex as my Master's spit covered my face again. "Lick it from your face!" the Master commanded. I quickly licked His warm moist off my cheeks and lips, as far as my tongue managed to reach. I opened my eyes again and saw a thin but long throbbing cut dick in front of me. With 8,5" it wasn't more than half an inch shorter than my own. I felt precum building at the tip of my penis again. I wished I'd spill it, so Master would force me to lick it off the ground again. But what I knew was coming was even more appealing.
"Let's see how well you can suck cock, boi." The moment Master said the words, he slid his penis into my throat. Master continued: "Deep throating is the only way I like it, so you better make an effort."
I tried to get his penis as deep inside my throat as possible. It helped that it wasn't too thick. Feeling the choking reflex felt good, my boyfriend Tom wasn't able to get me to feel that. I managed to suppress the reflex and got a steady pace going, sucking His dick with long movements while my tongue touched the glans. I figured it would take a while before He would get close to cumming, since He was circumcised. But I was wrong. After five minutes of sucking, He pulled out and came over my face. I was shocked. Was this it? Was this the exciting experience I was so fuzzed about?
"I'm sorry boi, I thought I could hold it."
I was still on my knees in front of His penis, which wasn't getting soft even though it spoiled jizz all over my face. For a second I hoped he could continue, but He grabbed a towel from the bed, cleaned the cum off my face and put His cock back in His jeans.
"I will make it last longer next time, boi. You deserve to get fucked by your Master's cock. Do you like your Master's cock?"
"Yes Sir", I replied, still in a whispering voice. Did I do something wrong? Was He bored with me and just wanted to get it over with? Or did He just like the sucking too much? Was this even an experienced Master?
"You can leave now boi. I will send you feedback about this session tonight and I expect you to send me your feedback in return." the Master said. He walked in front of me, down the stairs, and opened the front door after I put on my clothes again. That was it, I was on my way back home. Still a bit shaking.
Apart from the forced boot licking and the submissive-only role I had played, it was an underwhelming BDSM experience to say the least. To my surprise, what I would never have expected for a first experience: It was too soft for me. And the Master didn't strike me as very dominant. I felt like I could influence the direction the session was heading to, before it came to the abrupt end. Foreseeing what was going to happen, not feeling the need to please this unconvincing Master other than for my own pleasure, it was not what I had expected on forehand. Was I not a good slave? Why couldn't I just play along and see that this man ordering me to do what He wanted was what I had been fantasising about? If this was too soft or unconvincing for me, how far will I have to go to actually experience what I had in mind? All I knew was that this wasn't `it'. This was too vanilla.
On the bus ride home I did take one clear conclusion from the experience: Even though this Master wasn't quite what I was looking for, I knew I was on the right track. The excitement I felt while exploring this fantasy was huge. I promised myself to make sure the next experience, hopefully a better one, would be soon. And that meant I had to break up with Tom.
To Be Continued.