On Display to Thousands

“Come on, Sissy, let’s not keep your first rendezvous waiting.”

He snaps onto my collar a white matching leash and I am led out of the dungeon, downstairs one level to the second floor. We headed to the far end of the hallway where Master D knocks on a closed door and we are told to enter. He opens the door, lets me in, unclips the leash, retreats closing the door with me in the darkened bedroom with my date.

The room is lit with a few candles sitting within glass globes. Additional illumination is provided by one of those modern mock electric fireplaces flickering on the wall. How quaint. In a wing chair is one of the Social Club masters. He is the one I met on my second visit to Las Vegas. He is a rope bondage expert and has used me as a model to teach others how to tie up a submissive in multiple creative ways. A decent guy, but still a BDSM dominant. I stand, my back to the closed door, facing him from a distance.

“Come on over here, don’t keep me waiting,” I’m told.

I shuffle over to him with my hobbled ankles and drop to my knees, taking a submissive posture in front of him with my head bowed and holding the remote out in front of me like an offering.

“Nice. You’ve been well trained. I don’t require much,” he says as he takes the gadget from my hand and sets it on the table. I almost sigh in relief. He adds, “Just get me ready with your best blow job, then I want to take you to bed, fuck your ass till I cum, then I want you to rub my head and neck while I fall asleep as you hold me. When you hear the wrap on the door, slip out without waking me or there will be hell to pay in the morning.”

Nothing more was said. He is still sitting in his chair. I move a little closer and lean in. It is only then that I take full notice that he is completely naked. I’m not sure what I expected, but this is still a surprise. I know what I am to do. I don’t want to suck him off, so I think hard on my bondage situation and fantasize on two thoughts. Thought one: forced, think forced. That remote is right there, don’t perform and I will be punished severely. My mind concentrates on the facts, I’m secured like in my fantasies, locked in leather cuffs, hand and foot. But my mind argues back that I am mobile enough that I can flee. No, he will hurt me, brutally. I must do this; I have no choice. This line of thought works, and I get to it. 

He is placid as I start with my hands, cupping his balls with one, stroking his dick with the other. He responds quickly. I give his tip a gentle kiss and start to lick his head and slit. It is unsettling that he has already produced some pre-cum. I quickly switch to my second thought. I close my eyes and just pretend this is my wife’s vagina. I love going down on her. Flesh is flesh to the tongue, if I just visualize her, I can do this. And this helps a lot.

He is hard and with his sounds and body tenseness it is obvious to me he is having a good time. Now, he is getting close to climax. I slow down my pace a little, and that simply makes him take over with his body movements, clasping my head with his hands and he thrusts his hips into me. I let my lips clinging tightly around his shaft to provide the sensation and his stroking to provide everything else he wants.

I am readying myself for the inevitable shot of cum into my mouth and throat, when he gently pulls out, takes my hand and stands up. He then tugs me up and walks me to the bed and motions for me to climb in. That is a little difficult with my restraints, but he assists. That helps me get up and helps him in positioning me the way he wants and that is on my stomach. While still standing beside the bed he lifts my belly and chest, pushing multiple pillows under me, setting me up in a supported semi-doggie style stance.

It’s fuck time and he comes on board and does me. A little lube is applied and his larger than mine, but not excessively big cock teases my opening before he tenderly takes me. Again, I don’t enjoy being fucked by other men. However, he treated my hole to the nicest assault I think it has ever received by my capturers. I think he is really treating me as if I was his own submissive partner who he had left at home. One who he abuses in play but still loves dearly. So different, I usually serve as the Dom’s release outlet for exploitation and abuse that they can’t or won’t do to their own sub.

Don’t be confused, his fuck was for his pleasure. And he got what he wanted; he loaded my ass full of cum by the time he was done. Leaving his shrinking dick within me, he rolled me over on my side pushing the pillows away as best he could and held onto me in a tight hug. During this entire time, he didn’t speak and I wouldn’t dare.

We laid there a few minutes, when he pulled out, rolled over and finally uttered, “hold me.” The two of us must have laid there a good twenty minutes, me holding him in an uncomfortable embrace. He fell asleep almost immediately. It is hard to keep my thoughts on pleasant things as my cuddling him is repulsive to me. I am saved by a soft rap on the door.

“Time,” is all I hear.

I carefully unentangle my arms from around him and slip out of the bed. I glance over at the bedside table, see the remote, and knowing the penalty will be severe if I leave it behind, I pick it up. I guess the thought of safety was also in the back of my mind as I find myself blowing out the candles before exiting.