BDSM slave for a day

1

Surfing my local Doublelist ads I come across this one:

Searching for BDSM Slaves. Experienced Master with a place and all the right equipment. I need a slave to train or use this weekend. Reply with a mouth and ass open pic. Experienced, novice or curious slaves welcome. 

Well, I'm a 'curious' at best. I've only been with a few guys, coming into my own realization about my gay needs recently. But I have dabbled extensively with self-bondage as a real turn on. Will I be willing to let someone else, a stranger, tie and gag me? I was getting hard just reading the post. I read it over and over. I replied.

Novice at best, Sir. But I believe I can be a willing and obedient slave for you. I am a bit nervous. I hope you understand. Please reply and tell me what our first meeting would be like. Thank you. Billy

Master Ross immediately sent me this:

I am Master Ross. I completely understand your concerns. Please do not let your fears preclude you from visiting and exploring my humble abode. I am available tomorrow from 9 am to 9 pm. You should arrive at 9 am sharp. Can you do this? Address attached.

I took a big gulp and replied:

Yes, Sir. I can be there at 9. Thank you, Sir. I hope we can come to an understanding that benefits us both.

Master Ross had some rules.

Good boy. Here are the rules: 

1 If you are late, just one minute, I won't answer my door. You will not be admitted. Game over. 

2 You will do what I tell you. We will have safe words and a basic understanding of what will occur. However, once you enter my home, you are mine. Otherwise, Game over.

3 There is a BDSM kit available at the Adam and Eve store near your home. It is the 'Eve's Fetish Dream's" BDSM kit. It includes leather cuffs, a ball gag and a discipline collar. You must buy the kit and put those on before you arrive. All of them. Bring the rest of the items along. The spanking paddle, blindfold and butt plug. 

4 You posted some pics of you wearing women's panties. I usually don't like that, but in your case, as a novice, we can begin there. You will wear panties, a matching bra, garter belt and stockings. All items need to be of the white lace type in your photo. You will be wearing these when you arrive. Only these items and the ones I mentioned in rule 3. No other clothes. If you are not wearing them, and only them, I'll leave you on my porch, Game over. 

Can you follow these 4 simple rules, bitch?

2

I'm driving to North Spokane wearing all the stuff he told me to wear. I pulled a baggy T shirt on and some sweatpants. I'll put the collar and cuffs on in his driveway. I better hurry though!

I was very embarrassed in the Adam and Eve store. I bought the lingerie and BDSM kit there. The clerk was a tall, older black guy. He looked at me as he was ringing me up. "Gonna have some fun tonight?"

I figured clerks shouldn't make comments like that to customers. I just nodded. The I opened my stupid mouth. "Tomorrow actually."

He looked me up and down. The lingerie was in XXXL size. My size. He made it clear he was checking it. "Well, if it doesn't work out, stop back in and look me up. I'll show you the proper way to use all this stuff. We close at 2."

Fuck!

The house was big and very nice, in an expensive neighborhood. It was 10 till 9. I opened the package of BDSM gear. I was shaking. All the nasty pictures of bound and gagged models on the BDSM packages in the store remined me of what I'd agreed to. The perverted look from the clerk in the Adam and Eve store made me even more nervous. What sort of world am I getting myself into?

I pull off the sweatpants and T shirt. I'm pretty exposed out here. I better hurry. Cuffed, wrists and ankles, and collared, I begin to push the ball into my mouth. What the fuck? This thing is HUGE! I didn't consider different size balls when I picked out the kit. As I struggle to open my mouth wider, I am startled when the garage door in front of me suddenly opens. A tall dark figure motions me to drive into the garage. I put the ball on the dashboard and drive in. As I do, he disappears into the house, closing the garage door behind me. In the dim light of the garage, I struggle but finally get the soft rubber ball all the way into mouth. "Mummph!" The straps are difficult to fasten around the back of my head. I can't get it. Suddenly the door to the house opens, the lights come on, and he is on me. My door is wide open. I'm trying to get the buckle to latch. The dark figure is pulling me out of the car. 

"How much time do you need? I'll help you with that, you stupid bitch." I feel the ball being pulled even deeper into my sore mouth. I gasp and gag on it. The straps are pulled tighter. "Ahhh! Fuck!"

He has me by the arm and by the back of my neck. "Get in the fucking house!"

3

I'm on a chair in the middle of a dark, back bedroom. My hands are cuffed behind my back. My ankles are spread out to the front legs of the chair. The ball is still painfully filling my red, sore mouth. I'm drooling a lot. He has used several paddle locks to connect the leather cuffs together and to rings on the heavy chair. My collar is holding my head back against the tall back of the chair. It's some sort of BDSM furniture. I'm locked into it. He is walking around me, completely naked, sporting a pretty substantial hard-on. He has his phone in his hand taking photos of me and talking nonstop.

 "So, you want to be a slave, do you? Stupid fuck. When I'm done with you, after I've had my fun, my crazy, pervert friend and his fat, ugly gay lover are coming over to have a turn or two with you too. How do you like that, bitch? Ha! You're going to hate it, I can tell."

He must have been looking at the expression on my face.

4

"If you want out of this, and you want me to call my friends off, you'll do exactly what I tell you, won't you?"

I'm nodding enthusiastically and trying to speak a "Yes Sir!" But of course, I can only let out a pathetic, muffled "Mumph!"

Master Ross was a nasty man. We began with him groping me everywhere, including shoving a couple of slippery fingers up my ass. It was not romantic, friendly or sexy. I felt so stupid in the ladies' lingerie. But it did feel nice on my skin. Although I barely remember that. I was getting molested by a big, hairy fucker. He did enjoy pulling at it, then eventually off of me. He had my head roughly in one hand, licking my gagged, drooling face. He was calling me his bitch, his slave, his property, his cunt. All while he was trying to get his two longest fingers as far up there as possible. "Take it, pussy boy! Get used to this. There is a lot more of it coming!" There was lube and saliva everywhere. Apparently, this was his idea of foreplay. After what seemed like hours of this, he stepped aside and jerked a huge load all over me. "Fuck yeah! You bitch!"

I had streams of cum up all over my stomach and the front of my panties. Some was on my legs, staining the half pulled off stockings I was wearing. I was still tightly gagged and trying to breathe. He walked off to the bathroom, leaving me there bound and dripping with sticky jizz. "Fuck yes! Oh, fuck yes! This is going to be a good day."

I wan't sure.

5

I get the fucking of my life.

coming soon..