Was that slave 40 or slut 40 - part one? Melbourne is multicultural with every hue of the rainbow and so I get lots of guys of various races but I don't seem to get many dark guys. This is not because I am racist, its just that they don't seem to be into it as much as the others. I was recently contacted by a dark guy and so I jumped at the chance. From his profile I saw that he was into lots of cock and liked to be used by multiple guys at once. I am pretty good at recruiting and so it was the perfect challenge for me to get enough cocks to satisfy this slut of a slave.

We agreed to meet at the local fetish club at 2130 hours last Thursday night. A bit late for a school night but as I no longer need to work, it was not an issue for me. I arrived first by a few minutes and so I was at the café when slut/slave 40 walked in to the club. He walked in like someone who owns the place and so I decided I would have to knock that out of him. I was ordering a coffee and so once I had made myself known to him, I suggested he get a coffee. I went over and sat down while slut/slave 40 got his coffee. Cocky slut/slave 40 came across and joined me and sat down beside me as I suspected. WRONG. "What are you doing boi? I didn't give you permission to sit down. Put your coffee on the table and stand up. Hands by your sides. Look to the front and not around." I said in my best Master voice. Not the loud sergeant major voice but the low, firm and intrinsically menacing voice.

So there he was standing to attention in the café of the fetish club. I looked him over for a bit and then stood up and started to feel his body from top to bottom. I had him open his mouth and ran my fingers around his teeth, I tweeked his nipples and put my hand down his shorts and found a nice cock swinging loose as he wasn't wearing underwear. I pulled his shorts down so that he was exposed and started talking to him about the up coming session. I pulled his foreskin back so his cock head was on display. It already had a pre-cum slick oozing over the head. Next I had him remove his shirt so he was fully exposed. All the while there were other members walking past. I have to admit slut/slave 40 was a cool character who didn't bat an eye lid over this treatment. I led him around the café area and took a few photos to show him off and see how he reacted. Not even slightly phased but it did amuse the other members. I had him pick up our things and move up to the private room. I ran him through my three poses to reinforce that I was the boss as he really wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed. We started with a bit of light bondage with him stretched out on the mattress and me edging him until he was at the point of cumming. Through the open window there was a club member lurking and watching the proceedings.

I invited him in and had him assist with the edging. I removed a lot of my clothes except for my harness and jocks. I had the mystery visitor play with my cock in such a way that slit/slave 40 couldn't see but only hear my commentary. I am not there for slut/slave 40's pleasure after all. Our visitor was a bit shy but I did feel a reasonable cock lurking in the depth of his jeans just waiting for the go ahead. In order to bring slut/slave 40 back from the edge of cumming I placed normal wooden clothes pegs on his balls and nipples and my smaller wooden pegs around his foreskin. This didn't seem to affect him at all and his cock stayed hard the whole time. Both the visitor and slut/slave 40 had not seen pegs used before so it was new to them both. I was bored with our visitor who was happy to touch us up but not willing to get naked and so I turfed him out. I bound slut/slave 40's hands together so he couldn't protect himself and tied some rope around his balls as a lead. I was determined to get slut/slave 40 out of his comfort zone somehow and so it was time for the naked walk of shame around the club.