Once inside the dungeon I fully surveyed it, seeing it as definitely a labor of a superior man's desire for domination. The walls were padded, including the garage door, and thick cork panels were throughout as well. Sounds would be completely muffled to the outside.
The Master walked confidently over to a small table near a slightly tilted forward St. Andrew's cross, with restraints at each end of the timber boards. He took off his cap and jacket, throwing them on a nearby leather chair with chains while I stood silent taking it all in. He then removed his shirt exposing a chiseled chest with a striking patch of hair lightly covering most of it. His nipples were pronounced, stiff with a gold piercing in the left one.
The place smelled of leather and dried cum, a delightful odor to me.
"Slut, come over here, NOW", he said with a firm command. I walked right to him and he brushed the back of his hand across my face cheek. "Before we commence with the real desired action, I need to teach you a lesson or two first", he said with a chortle. While removing the handcuffs he said, "face and stand up against the cross". I did so and he placed my wrists and ankles spreadeagled to the restraints of the cross, my legs spread wide and arms high above me.
Standing in front of the cross he unsnapped the whip from his side so. I could clearly see it being done. "Now you will have a gentle taste of what will happen should you not fully obey me, or satisfy my cravings." "UNDERSTAND?" I said clearly, "Yes, SIR, I do understand, SIR". "Good because having a taste is good for you to know."
He moved behind me and soon after I felt the whack of the cat-o-nine tails strike across my back. Then in rapid succession more strikes, back and forth, then a sweeping rotating motion, plus a solid whack across my buttocks.
"Nice and pinkish red, slut!", he said as he stopped. I felt the surge of warmth across my back knowing I definitely had been whipped nicely. He came up against my body and pressed into it. Lifting my head up with both his hands he said, "see those whips on the wall. Those are the serious ones that you DO NOT want to feel hitting you. So, what are you going to do to avoid that, slut?" I gulped hard and said, "always obey and satisfy you, Master." "GOOD BOY", he said with a snicker.
I saw him go to a cabinet qnd pull out leather gloves, and put them on. They were tight fitting cop gloves, the type that make me salivate seeing them on any man.
Releasing me from the cross he put his finger through the metal ring on my collar and led me over toward a leather sling hanging from the ceiling. "Get up in there, pig". I slid up in the sling and he quickly restrained my wrists and ankles again. "The last sub slut in this sling got fifteen loads pumped in him on Saturday. I just had some buddies over for some beers and fun, horny buddies. Too bad I hadn't told that slut I was doing that before he was in that sling and restrained, just like you are now!" "Poor guy went home rather sore and well used!"
He then proceeded to blindfold me with a piece of leather tying it behind my head. I was a bit nervous, uncertain what would happen, but I knew damn well he was in charge and I had to comply and not resist.
When blindfolded your senses heighten and you become totally aware of every sound and movement. I heard what sounded like a metal pail get dropped on the floor near me. Then silence. Then a fluid splashing into the pail, quite distinctive a sound, but was it water? Or what? Piss? It almost sounded like he was urinating into it, but I didn't know for sure. Then I heard his boots walking across the floor, open the door and then shut it. Then dead silence.
The silence was the worst part, and I have no idea how long it lasted until I heard the door open and close again and the steady movement of the sound of his boots approaching me. I felt slight pinches around my balls, inner thighs and lower torso. Removing the blindfold I saw he had attached electrodes to me with wires to a device he held. He turned a dial and an electric charge hit my body, then another and another. He was using electro on me, something I never experienced. "Just relax", he said looking at me.
Lathering up my butthole with lube he then moved to the side of the sling and forced my head and mouth down to suck his dick again. I did so with vigor to show him my unwaivering need to service his needs. I nearly choked as I took his entire stiff cock in my mouth and throat gagging on the intensity of my sucking him, and tasting his precum,
He pushed me back in the sling, got between my spread opened raised legs and shoved his hard cock into my lubed asshole. Evenly and with full strength he buried himself within me until his huge balls touched my buttocks. He then began fucking me, hard and rough. It went on for dome time when he took hold of the device, plunged into my fucked tight hole and sent an electric charge into me. My ass muscles immediately clamoec down firm on his cock driving him wild. He did it again, again and again. My muscles clamped hard around his dick, the desired impact. The electro was training me to milk his cock with each lunge into me while fucking my hole. It was intense for both of us.
After a good long twenty minute fucking he released and shot his load deep into my bowels while groaning heavily. I was breathing hard and ecstatic with the intensity of it.
After composing ourselves he unrestrainec me and I got out of the sling.
He embraced me and I felt his full body and leather against me. I was his bred slave.
Leading me back into the house he told me to sit in the bathtub. I did ads I expected he'd shower me down, and he did, with his piss. A long drenching of his pent up piss, from head to foot. I then saw his take thar metal bucket he stashed in a corner, also with his piss, and he dumped it on me.
He handed me a towel, but wouldn't let me wash off with water. I smelled like a whore from the piss and cum.
"Look at you, slut". He laughed. "Now get dressed and out of here." I got my clothes and started dressing. "By time you get home, smelling like you do, you'll find a message from me outlining your further service".
"Now, get lost".
I thanked him, and left, a changed man never having experienced electro or piss before. But, I was sure I would again.
