On Display to Thousands

“So, this is my boy for the weekend?” asks the host approaching me, giving me a good hard look. “He looks good and sturdy. He should serve us well.”

“Well, he’s yours as soon as I get my dollar for the lease,” replies Sir Michael jovially.

What the hell? I assumed that since I was here with Mike, he was going to be my master for the weekend. We never discussed it; that’s my mistake for making an assumption. He’s leasing me out to someone I do not know, a first. Not happy. Well, at least Sir Michael is here. He will still be my protector; he’s my best friend. I hope that’s how it will be.

It’s me now giving the host a hard look over. He doesn’t seem to be a bad guy. Then again, DR. D looks like a gentle soul, but under ‘his’ rental ownership I suffered unbelievable trials. I realize that this was the game I signed up for, so I try not to panic and convince myself to just see how it goes. This could be fun, maybe.

This guy seems to be about the same age as me. Taller and very physically fit, more than just trim. I’m not one to judge another man’s looks, but he’s a handsome stud. If he was straight, he be a looker to the ladies. I assume he’d be considered ‘hot’ to the gay guys. Of note, his head is clean shaven. His right bicep and upper arm showcase tattoos, nothing too garish. He’s dressed nicely in shorts, a colorful buttoned short sleeve shirt, and sandals on his feet.

His submissive mate tends to our bags and other stuff. He is more on the feminine side of the gay world. Also nicely dressed, somewhat quiet and reserved in his interactions as I would expect a subservient would be in a public setting. I guess they make a nice couple. My thoughts are to what his reaction is to his dominant mate renting a straight male as a party favor submissive for the weekend.

The dollar is ceremoniously transferred in front of me, and I am now the rental property of this anonymous and unfamiliar BDSM gay dominant to be used as he wishes within the limits and rules of my signed contract. And so, the weekend begins.

And it begins quite benign. The group disperses to settle into their rooms and are told they should reassemble in the ‘grand room’ for a casual buffet dinner when they are done. My new master comes to me and instructs me to follow him. I do as I am told, toting my small carry-on suitcase behind. We headed into the kitchen. I’m told to fix a lite dinner plate from the buffet foods set out and to take it with me. I comply quickly, and I then follow my renter all the way up to the third floor.

As he opens the door at the top of the final stairs he announces, “This is my playroom. Maybe not as grand as the one your friend DR. D has, but nonetheless, a torture chamber suitable enough to push you to your limits. I think your fantasies can be well played out here.” He adds, “Keeping to your contract demand of anonymity, I will be known to you simply as Master D and that is how you shall address me.”

An immediate fear fills me. ‘Master D’, ‘DR. D’, such similar names. Under the stress of bondage and abuse I worry I’ll mix up their titles, with severe punishment for their perceived slight likely to be swift and painful.

He continues his instructions, “I’m going back to my friends to eat and socialize. In the meantime, you will be locked in here. I want you to eat. Then I want you to take a tour. Check out my assortment of bondage furniture and toys and ponder on how all of us will use them on you. I hope you will find it to be a place where your S&M dreams will again become real. I know all about your submissive sadomasochism fantasies. Your owner shared your diaries with me. And I know your buddy DR. D very well. We’ve chatted a lot recently; it was his suggestion that brought you here.”

“During your tour you will find the bath and shower area I mentioned. You are to put your belongings and clothes you are wearing in the wardrobe. In it you’ll also find a bottle of Cialis pills; take two of them. DR. D has put his OK on this. You have been prescribed to take them each day you are here. He tells me he also has some exit drugs for you on your last day. He has them. He says you are familiar with all of this”

“Then relieve yourself, shower and cleanse your butt, leaving my bath as sanitary as you found it. Everything you need to do this should be in the bath area. Sitting where your meds were, you’ll also find a simple leather snap on ball stretcher. You are to put it on after you’re done with the shower. I want you to then go and select from the various whips and floggers hanging on the wall the one you want me to whip you with first. Sit it on the floor on the door side about two feet in front of the pillory.”

Additional instructions follow, “You are then to secure yourself naked to the pillory facing towards the main door. There on the floor are leather ankle cuffs attached to a spreader bar that you will lock on first. These will secure your legs wide enough to provide access to your butt and balls and allow me to reposition the neck & wrist crossbar up or down with you still locked in. After you are done with your feet, put your neck and wrists through the crossbar. It is held open by free-fall tabs. Simply put a little upward pressure with your neck and wrists and it will release and slide down, securely latching in place until I see fit to release you.”

His final comments as he readies to leave are: “It will be a while till I return but I expect you to get right to your assignments. I want you to spend plenty of time in the pillory before I return so your legs will begin to fatigue, and your mind will weaken from the stress of you pondering your coming physical, sexual and mental abuse. We are in for a fun weekend, well, maybe not you, but my friends and I are going to have a blast. Delivered just the way you fantasize, bound tight and unable to resist. There, that’s something to dwell on while you stand there in your self-imposed bondage. Oh, yeah, you are on camera, lots of them, all over, sound too. The boys and I’ll be watching, you’re safe, but call out if you get in trouble. Bye for now.”