All that glitters is not gold. I have mentioned once before that I started off as a slave. I did this so I could learn more about Master craft. I am way too dominant to enjoy too much of being a slave but it was necessary to learn how to manage slaves properly. Well occasionally I go and do a session as a slave. I do this to to keep my eye in and particularly if the Master appears to offer something different. Sometimes I also do a random slave session just because I need a break from being a Master. Well yesterday I did a random slave session just for a break. I got said Master from a fetish web site. After a day of texting I arranged to meet the next day. He wanted to meet the same day but I had a commitment that went over time forcing me to delay the event. Prior to my departure I was ordered to come dressed in shorts and I was to bring an array of underwear as he wanted a fashion show. No problems, I am gorgeous and happy to show off my body. So I put on a jock strap, which I covered with a slim sided pair of jocks, then a normal sided pair of jocks followed by a set of trunks under the shorts. On arriving at the location I text to say I was coming in so he could be ready. I knocked on the window as I went up the stairs and the door was opened for me to enter.

The Master was behind the door and I didn't see him until the door closed. According to the website he was 57 years old with an average body. The photos looked like he was slim with a nice package showing through the underwear photos. Clearly the description was written by someone looking through beer goggles. He wasn't a day under 70, the average body was more like a pregnant Gollum, he had a notable limp, balding with scruffy hair and comb over. The unit was very untidy to say the least, with junk piled on all horizontal surfaces. He had a large computer screen on a desk in the multipurpose living area which he had twink porn playing for our amusement. I was ordered to remove my shoes and T-Shirt so he could get a better look at the shorts. I complied and was standing in front of him while he felt my body. He had a nipple fetish and was tweeking my nipples and asking me how much it turned me on while he dribbled like a hungry Labrador. He was dressed in some black shorts and a grey T-Shirt and nooooo socks as well. He kept playing with him self as we talked which saved me having to do it thankfully. I was asked to show him my underwear so I removed the shorts. He liked the trunks but started to walk towards the bedroom. I told him there was more and he came to see me reveal the jocks. I then removed them and showed him the slim sided pair. He was happy with them and decided to feel my package. It was then he discovered the jock strap underneath. When I had removed them he had to feel my bare arse. I was then ordered to go into the bathroom and put on a pair of his shorts. I came out and showed him. He then ordered me to go back in and try on some of the underwear that was strewn across the bed. Fortunately they fitted me but I suspect they hadn't fitted him in the last 20 years. He inspected me in the underwear and seemed happy. He had made me a cup of tea and ordered me to chair beside him at the desk, so he could show me more porn on the computer. While I drank the tea and watched the porn, he tweeked my nipples. I was then ordered to tweek his nipples. He seemed to like this but it was like feeling a pair of old socks with sand in the bottom. I had been a couple of minutes late due to his poor directions and so I was advised that I would be punished. Fair enough that's what I would have done. He ordered me to get a riding crop out of a draw and place the leather end in my mouth to soften it up. He then wanted me to stand behind him and play with his nipples with the crop in my mouth while we watched the porn. Great idea until he asked me to look at something causing me to hit his head with the crop when I turned to look (snigger smurk). I was asked what punishment I deserved. I replied I suppose I should be paddled. I was testing him as this was the sort of answer for which I would normally award extra punishment. No rebuke. Instead he said I think it deserves two hits with the crop. Two hits - really - why even bother. I was then ordered to place my hands above the door and he asked me if I had plans to be naked for any one over the next three days. I said "no" but then thought I would test him further and said "that I was going swimming tomorrow". He advised I could put my swimming bathers on before I got to the pool but then gave me two of the weakest hits I have ever received. Not only were they almost unable to be felt but I was still wearing his underwear. I was then ordered into the bedroom to give him a massage. He removed his shirt and revealed a fine set of man boobs, silver back gorilla hair and a stomach about to have an alien protrude from his one large AB. He moved a pile of clothes off the bed so there was just enough room for him to lie down. I tried to position myself but found an old condom challenging me to stand on it, lying on the floor. I started to push some oil around his flabby old back only to find pressure waves in the flab meeting my hands on their return. I was trying not to oogle this hunk of a man, who I was getting to feel up free of charge, so I looked around the room. There was a strategically placed television on the wall beside the bed which was hooked up to the computer porn from the other room. There were piles of junk and clothes all over the room and in amongst the dirt tumble weeds wafting around in the breeze. This was such a turn on it made it a really hard decision but I decided he had nothing to teach me and it was time to leave. "Sorry", I said "but you just don't do it for me". I could have added or anyone else who still had their sanity and vision but I am a polite man. I left none the more educated and totally disappointed.