Like most of us do regularly now I met the Master online as opposed to a bar or other likely place. We exchanged proclivities, leather gear necessities, the depth of his domination and my submissiveness, level of experience, limits, and explicit photos. He invited me over for an afternoon of play, as his sub.
He lived about 30 miles away but I thought it was worth going.
As for myself he wanted me only to wear boots, a leather cock strap fastened super tight around the shaft of my dick, tight jeans and a leather vest. Nothing more.
He would be in full leather.
I arrived promptly on time, as expected and as I always respectfully would do, not a minute early or late.
After ringing the doorbell he came and greeted my shortly thereafter. He smiled broadly inviting me in. He looked more handsome in person than his photos which isn't always the case, taller, and looked damn hot and sexy in his leather. He wore leather pants with a studded codpiece, dehner boots, leather shirt, motorcycle jacket and a cap. I shuddered when I felt my intense desire seeing him in person. A leather cat-o-nine tails whip hung off his belt by his left hip, which I couldn't miss.
"Come on in", he said. "As of this minute you no longer have any rights, control, or ability to change what I will do with you. None! Agreed?" "Yes, Sir", I said with conviction. "Good", he said. "Because your need to please me will be pushed to the limit, slut."
I felt my heart pounding vigorously as he took hold of my vest and pulled me into his house.
"It amazes me how cocksuckers like you, slut, so desperately need to submit and satisfy men like me. But, hey, not for me to question or complain." He laughed.
Once in the living room he belted out, "FLAT ON THE FLOOR! NOW!"
I immediately got face down on the hardwood floor. "Hmmm, thar's a mighty nice ass you got there, boy. Guaranteed it will get a nice work out!" I stayed perfectly still, arms extended out in front of me. Not looking I sensed and heard him walking around me. Suddenly, I felt his boot hit and step on my ass, pressing and grinding into it. "I love owning and using a nice piece of ass, slut."
He then stood in front of me and pushed his boot up into my face.
"LICK IT! Worship it and show me your enthusiasm to worship me as your superior, dominant Master. ME, the man, THE MASTER, who'll use you to the max for my satisfaction and sexual pleasure." He snickered. "You're just a fucking cunt hole, cum disposal, cocksucking bitch, needing to satisfy my urges and drain my balls. So, prove it!"
I immediately began licking his boot. I ran my tongue all over the tough firm leather covering every inch with profound desire, and my saliva. I'm actually an excellent bootlicker, trained quite sufficiently, and am able to press my tongue into the boot so the man I worship feels my tongue on his foot. I then boldly took a chance to rub the lower part of his leg through the leather pants which were nicely tight to his skin. I don't let up until he says he's had enough.
Moving his boot away he then orders me to stand. Going over to sit on a sofa he looks directly at me and demands that I strip completely, as he watches. I feel somewhat intimidated, yet readily oblige. He stares very intently on his captured prey.
Once completely stripped and naked I stand facing him, head bowed in reverence and respect, hands clasped behind my back. Embarrassingly my cock is rock hard and fully erect, hopefully pleasing him.
"Come here!", he commands. I walk to the sofa and stand between his legs that he's spread wide apart. My eyes go right to the large leather bulge of his codpiece making me intently interested in the contents. I sense he sees it. He extends his hands out and begins to touch, carress and fondle my body, all over, even pinching my nipples. I feel the firmness of his hands exploring, rubbing and squeezing my chest, pecs, abs, stomach, face, and suddenly he reaches between my legs, shoving my erection to the side, grabs my ass and quickly and forcefully penetrates my ass with two of his fingers. I gasp but stand steady.
"Hmmm, mighty nice body you got there, slut. And, nice you got a nice tight butthole, too. Quite fuckable, and good knowing you haven't been bitched out much recently; so tight, as I like it. Well, give it an hour or so, that hole is going to be loosened quite nicely." Keeping his fingers impaled inside my rectum with his other hand he slapped my ass cheek hard. I winced but stood firm, smelling the delightful sexual scent of his leather, so close to mg naked body.
Reaching over to an end table he grabbed a leather collar saying, "KNEEL". Pulling out his fingers I immediatel knelt between his legs with my torso up against his beautiful codpiece holding his precious manhood. He affixed the collar around my neck and locked it in place. Then, I only wore it and my leather cock strap, never having removed it, and keeping my dick stiff.
"Lick my other boot!" I moved back, into position to lick the boot, but I did so while running my hands down his pant legs, which seemed to please him. I equally bootlicked his tall boot as I had done with the other. It was intense and intentional. I wanted him to feel and know my desire to please him. I heard him unsnap the codpiece, and he said, "now, cocksucker, move your fucking mouth up here and suck me."
I ran my tongue and hand up the side of his boot, then the upper part of his pant leg and peered over to his exposed cock, thick with a sizeable, cut head and even though semi-soft quite impressive in overall size. I knew that from photos he had shared, but seeing it up close was very stimulating. I slowly grabbed the shaft and ran my tongue all over his cock head and the slit, up and down the strengthening shaft, and soon after began swallowing and sucking his massive mantool of manhood, sucking like never before in my desire to turn him on. He moaned and leaned back into the sofa and I succeeded in getting him super stiff and rock hard, nearly gagging but monitoring my pace. His pubes were trimmed and rubbed against my lips and mouth. I was definitely hot and horny for it.
He lifted my head up, smiled and spit in my face. "What a good cocksucking slave you are." He stood as his spit ran down my forehead into my eyes and mouth. I let it be as he probably intended it. Taking hold of a leash he fastened it to a ring on the collar and had me stand. He then handcuffed my wrists. "Now, let's walk", he said.
Leading me to the kitchen he proceeded to lead me to a back door and into a yard, outside. I was very uneasy as I was completely naked and he let go of the leash to walk way ahead of me leading me to a side door of what appeared to be a garage. Walking naked through the length of the yard in broad daylight was quite humiliating, and undoubtedly deliberate, as windows from other houses could look into the yard. I feared I'd be seen yet he wasn't at all concerned.
Opening the door I then followed him into the space which was indeed a garage turned into a very well stocked and well equiped leather dungeon. I looked around in amazement at all the gear, apparatus, chains, restraints, toys, plus a wooden St. Andrews cross, a leather clad table and a leather sling suspended from the ceiling,
He turned and looked at me saying, "like it? It's your new home!" I just nodded in affirmation.
What was to transpire next would absolutely blow my mind.
To be continued.
