A session from slave 72's perspective.

It was a Wednesday morning when I arrived at my Master's house. I’ve never had a master and in reality, didn’t know what to expect. Even though I had never met him, I had already gained a sense of trust from reading his blog. His blog turned me on in all the right ways.

I am gay, married and have a pretty great life and also a pretty good sex life. My husband helps me explore some of my kinks to some extent but it’s fair to say that it doesn’t provide much arousal for him. Many of my kinks I don’t tell him, perhaps I think they’re a bit weird too.

It was by chance I came across my Master. I like to be dominated. My kinks don’t tend to be particularly sexual in nature, but if I get off on them, then perhaps they are. I learnt a lot about myself and my desire to be dominated at this first visit. Hopefully I can unpack my thoughts throughout the 3-hour session.I was asked to strip in front of my master upon arrival. I thought I’d be nervous or feel something in the moment but I didn’t really. I wasn’t hard throughout the morning session which surprised me, maybe I was nervous after all.

He put a hood on me and took some photos which was another first, I had never worn a hood before. I can't say I liked wearing the hood, not that is a choice of a slave. I continually wanted to adjust it and move it around which detracted from my purpose of the moment. I was also collared which I found very hot, especially ones that are padlocked and can't be removed. It’s a sign of ownership and control. That lack of control is where a lot of my turn-ons are based. The first game my master played revolved around spanking. 5 implements were placed on the ground in a line. The ones that stood out were a table tennis paddle, a wooden spoon, a belt, and one not on the ground was my Master’s hand.

A roll of two dices would cement my fate. I really enjoy dice rolling challenges. The playfulness and dread in one activity is exciting. I wondered how hard my master was going to spank me and whether I was going to be able to manage the sting, especially rolling 64 wacks from my Master’s hand. Throughout most of the dice game the spanking was very manageable and only stung a little. It was fun and I enjoyed it. I wondered if my master would go harder eventually but never really did at this point. I imagine finding a slave’s threshold is an ongoing trial and error situation, and if a Master goes too far too quickly, the environment changes for the worse and prematurely ends.

Fast forward an hour or so later and I would discover that the wooden spoon smacking against my thighs provided the most sting. Ouch! I was tied up with my arse in the air, hands tied behind my back and my face pressed into the bed mattress. There were quite a few moments where I really wanted it to stop, and it was those moments I really felt out of control. I liked that. I like my boundaries to be pushed. It’s also terrifying because I’m at the mercy of someone else’s discretion. I know I could’ve taken more than my vocalising and squirming may have said otherwise. Once again, the hood was frustrating as it twisted around on my face. I wasn’t sure if I should express such a thing to my Master at the time, so I just put up with it. It’s really not my place as slave 72 to be comfortable.

While in this position on the bed I could see a collection of Master’s books. I was fascinated, perhaps distracted by them. I wondered what made my Master tick. Being able to take in my surrounds adds a lot to the experience, for me anyway. While I do like to be blindfold and anticipate every sound and movement, I’ve learned that overall, it’s not quite as enjoyable. It’s like I’m missing out on the action. However, if it’s more of a turn-on for the Master, then that’s his choice in the end. I wanted to explore pain/punishment with my Master. He enjoyed using pegs on my cock, balls and my nipples. They certainly do sting. Even though it hurts when removed, I couldn’t help laugh at each stinging moment. I also learned that (even though I already had come to this realisation in the past), nipple play really isn’t a thing for me. I admit it provides a pain element which would work as a disciplinary action, but I don’t get much from it. There seems to be no connection between my nipples and my cock. I hope my Master enjoyed my squirming, which is probably more the point in that particular moment.

Once the hood was removed for the later part of our session, I really started to get into what was happening around me. I really like my Master’s creativity. Being asked to stand less than a foot in front of my master was very hot. He was in his underwear by this time and all I could do was look at his bulge. He is fit and has a nice body. I wanted to get on my knees and rub my face in his crotch. I really wanted to have his bare arse pressed on my face and my tongue to be deep into his hole. At that moment I was my most horny. I would have almost done anything. A hard-line that I would not / will not cross even in the future is that no one’s else’s cock (other than my Husband’s) is to ever go in my holes, i.e. mouth/arse. Arse play with toys / gadgets are fine. It was ok for my Master to have my cock in his mouth though. That felt great. His edging felt great. I wish my cock was harder throughout the whole experience. I did get harder the rougher he was with me. I know I like it rough. I like to feel pressure. I also enjoyed the water bucket experiment attached to my cock and balls. I already knew I would be able to withstand the amount of pull before we started, but I was also keen to see if that was actually going to be the case. It was. I find if my balls are being pulled, most of the pain/uncomfortableness comes from the skin burning/tearing and not in the balls themselves. I don’t really like that skin tearing feeling. I guess that's part of CBT though. Even with that amount of water weight applied, it only just started to burn a little which I was thankful for.

My balls were annoying me throughout the whole session as they kept retracting into hiding. I swear some days they are hanging very low, but not on that day. I hope to explore more ball busting in the future with my Master, perhaps some kicks or punches to the balls. I don’t know why, but that shudder of pain that runs from your balls through to your abdomen hugely arousing. That moment of curling in a ball then being commanded back to position to take another hit drives me wild (in my head anyway - I don’t know how it would be in reality as no one has ever done it to me before). It was also the first time I had been pissed on by someone else and it was fun. I was asked to kneel in the shower as my Master revealed his cock for the first time. He pissed on me. I wanted to taste some of his piss, which I did. It was more bitter than my own piss has been on the occasional taste test.

The session ended with a quick shower and a return to the bedroom for a final edging in which I was allowed to cum. I shot everywhere which is not my norm, usually I’m a dribbler. That was the end. I really enjoyed my first session with my Master. I was left wanting more. I want to go further. Am I a slave in the traditional sense? I don’t know? I know that domination is important for me to feel from a Master. And I do hope I can find another time in the future to explore some more things if he finds them interesting enough for himself. Thank-you Sir.