First session with my new Master (true story)

This story (real) is about my first session with my new Master.

We met on Grindr, I had been looking for a Master for a while but couldn’t find one, and unintentionally I saw his profile nearby and we talked.

He told me he was dominant and liked BDSM, and we agreed to meet later, the only condition was that I wear some garters.

I left the office early and went home; while I was changing, doubts started to arise about whether I should go or not. Everything had happened so quickly and I like to know more about who I’m going to meet.

I left the house, and although he warned me he’d be late, I preferred to go wait for him so he could see I was a good slave and wouldn’t keep him waiting.

I waited for him for 45 minutes, but the wait was worth it! He arrived directly, and seeing him made my heart race. He told me to follow him, and we entered the apartment.

The apartment was a very small Airbnb studio, and as soon as he closed the door, he ordered me to undress (I thought it was a waste of garters to go home for them just to take them off from the start) and commanded me to kneel for inspection, almost as if I were a horse because he even looked into my mouth.

Once he finished the inspection, he ordered me to put the garters back on (I loved that!) and to lie on the bed on my back with my legs up, showing and opening my anus well.

At that moment, he started to spank me, hitting me hard on the anus until he told me to count to 20 while always looking at him, and that’s what we did: he spanked me and I counted, he spanked harder each time, but I didn’t complain at any moment; in fact, I felt delighted to have found a Master like Him.

When he got tired and since his cock was super hard, he started to penetrate me deeply, it had been a long time since I felt this way, with tremendous gagging but pushing myself to the max to give him the maximum pleasure.

He kept that up for a while until he decided to fuck me. I initially said no (the first no of the night) because we hadn’t talked about sex (it had been a long time since anyone had fucked me) but he said yes, opened a bottle of poppers, sniffed, and offered it to me but I said no (second of the day) that I didn’t do drugs, and he didn’t insist, but he penetrated me and made me see stars and then paused a bit, ate my anus, put some lubricant on me, and started to play inside, making me see stars but from pleasure.

After a while, he sniffed a bit more poppers and I was already completely submitted to Him; I just wanted to give him pleasure in whatever he wanted. He saw my submissive face and brought the bottle closer, initially, I sniffed a little and carefully, but he covered a nostril and told me to inhale hard, and I did.

I had never felt like this; with the high of the poppers in my head, he penetrated me recklessly and I just felt pleasure and wanted him deeper and harder; with my legs open he forced me to look at him, and seeing his pleasure made me even more submissive and more eager to receive more. From time to time he would pause and give me more poppers until he got tired of that position and pulled out, much to my regret since at that moment I was enjoying like never before and moaning like never in my life (although I don’t want to spoil it, it wasn’t the most I enjoyed that day).

But as a good Master, he couldn’t let me enjoy that much, and if I wanted to enjoy, I had to pay for it. He went to the kitchen, made me take off the garter, but told me to stay in the same position, and started hitting my balls and the head of my penis. The pain was very strong but bearable, but I was already completely devoted to Him and thought I would never say no to him again.

After a while in that position, he told me to stand with my legs open and hands on my head, and I did. He took one of the laces of my shoes and started hitting my balls; what a pain! He sat on the bed and I stood, every time he hit my left ball, the pain shot up above my stomach and I saw stars from the pain; the right one hurt less.

We stayed like that for a while until he got tired, put on a condom again, gave me poppers again, and told me to sit on the edge of the bed, lift my ass, and he slammed into me, although this time I only felt pleasure, starting to moan like never before and feeling completely his. Luckily my cock was still tied because I think otherwise I would have come; it was a tremendous sensation, wanting more and more; he was giving it to me hard and I pushed for it to be harder; it was something I had never experienced before. I had never felt like this, completely giving myself, hearing myself asking for more, and the pleasure-filled shouts of my Master made him put in even more strength and desire into everything. But once again, my Master decided that the pleasure had to stop and it was time to play a little more with my balls.

This time he stood up, ordered me to open my legs again and put my hands on my head, and said now we’re going to count to 50 and look into my eyes. It’s hard to forget his eyes and his gaze during the time the torture lasted; the pain was quite large, but his eyes dominated me completely (and they still do even without him being next to me, I can’t forget them; I have them engraved in my brain). Despite that, at one point he said we had to start counting again (I must have closed my eyes for a moment) and he started counting again; the pain was so much that when he got to 12, I told him I couldn’t take it anymore (third time in the session), but he said we had to continue, and so he did, but we didn’t reach 50 (between the pain and the poppers I don't know what number we got to).

When we finished, he made me get into the fetal position of yoga but lifting my ass to penetrate me better. He put on another condom and I sniffed a good dose of poppers (too much) and once again he slammed into me deeply, with tremendous force giving me once again tremendous pleasure and wishing that it would never end and moaning and asking for more each time, enjoying every thrust, feeling his cock inside, and hearing his moans, for a good while, until his moans of pleasure became almost screams as he came inside me.

The truth is that when I saw he had come on one side, I was glad to have given him so much pleasure, but I was so hot and enjoying so much that I felt sorry (although I had gone to give him pleasure and I fulfilled my obligation).

After failing me, he wanted more, but it showed that he had taken too much poppers and I was dizzy, so he let me rest, untie my cock, and lie down until the time I had to leave, evidently without coming and with the instruction not to do so (fulfilled up to that moment and wanting to continue fulfilling it).

Unfortunately, he doesn’t live in Madrid and although we’re still in touch, it will be difficult to meet as often as I would like.