WEEKEND/SESSION LASTS 1

WEEKEND - HARD SESSION (Real)

After signing our contract, it was necessary to reach this point of delivery and use; we both knew it and desired it. And so it came.

My Master had ordered me to find a rural house for the weekend on the outskirts of any town, wherever it might be. Solitary and removed from everything.

So I did. I found the perfect place for our aberrations, completely isolated, entirely created for us. I handed over the keys. He would arrive before me, preparing the ground and my downfall.

He wanted to enjoy two uninterrupted days during which he could use his servant as he pleased. With domestic service included. To have me fully ready to serve him in everything he desired.

He had made it clear how I was to be dressed during the journey. Obeying him is my priority, even knowing the consequences it would bring for me. His intentions were more than clear.

“You will come wearing your leather shirt and cap, jockstrap, harness and vest, put on your chastity cage and wear the wrist and ankle cuffs. I want to submit you before entering the house; also wear the collar and have the leash at hand.”

The almost hour-long journey kept me aroused the whole way, very filthy and needing to arrive as soon as possible to prostrate myself before my Master. I felt the collar on my neck rubbing against me; I saw myself in my car completely prepared, feeling my vice bubbling from within. Leaving my city, at every traffic light stop I felt observed, and that made me fully disgusting, they were curious about my outfit, the leather attracted them. I wanted to shout to everyone where I was going and for what.

A long stretch to walk, desperate to arrive as quickly as possible, my car seemed more desperate than I was, the kilometers flew by, I had to exhaust them all, leaving not a meter between my Master and me.

When I arrived, my MASTER was at the entrance of the house completely dressed in leather, the whip striking his right leg, restless and threatening. My world collapsed. I parked the car, and in an instant, my need rushed ahead of my desires, as if wanting to arrive before me. I found myself at his feet, kissing his boots and handing him the leash and the key to my cage, I was already panting like a dog. All this overwhelmed my will.

My cock exploded inside its cage, waiting for a freedom that would take a while to arrive.

My MASTER didn’t even flinch, he let me lick his feet and thank him for this moment with every lick of my tongue. I was in full effervescence, knowing that the next two days would be very different from all the previous sessions.

He took my leash and clipped it to my collar. He stroked my shorn head, and with a simple “Let’s go, dog,” he made his way to the entrance of the house.

The open door showed the interior already prepared for whatever was necessary. From my position on all fours, I could guess part of the decor.

From the wooden beams, I saw the sling hanging. We had been waiting a long time for the right moment for its debut. The day had finally come, and we were sure we would make good use of it; our kinks were already demanding it.

As he approached the door of the house, my Master stopped; he had hung two ropes prepared for his first punishment of his dog. He ordered me to bare my ass and take off my shirt and vest.

“Head to the ground, dog, at my feet.”

Meanwhile, he tied my hands behind my back and pulled out a blindfold from his pocket, placing it over my eyes.

“Stay there, dog.” He made me hold that position while he went inside to surely come out with some torture utensil. I felt him brush against me as he exited, and in an instant, the wooden paddle settled on my backside, sodomizing me over and over again. Warning me with certainty of everything that would come next.

I felt him take my leash and he made me rise, pulling hard on my collar. “Stand up, dog.”

He untied my hands crossed behind my back and tied my wrist cuffs to the ropes that were hanging at the entrance. He stroked my body with his seven-whip lash. He did it very gently to put me on alert.

Silence took hold of me (a long moment of tension) waiting with anxiety, fear and desire. Until I felt on my skin the force of his hand, the lash struck again and again for a good while. My MASTER was enjoying the moment, and his servant felt complete bliss for it, happy to know him free.

In the solitude of the place surrounded by nature, each whip crack echoed, silent yet loud, breaking the stillness of our surroundings; everything seemed to hang on what was happening at the door of the house, witnessing the depravity of two men surrendered to their miseries.

Feeling as if every living being felt part of that moment, we were being watched by a thousand eyes, inviting us to continue lost in our world. The medicines and the PPR had been playing with us for a while, the session was heating up and had just begun.

Continuing with his games, my MASTER tied my feet in my ankle cuffs; I, blinded, felt him breathe heavily, I knew what that meant, his excitement led him to extremes, and that made me feel completely like his slave. Tied up on all fours, my mind nullified knowing I was completely his. Everything was as it should be.

The silence shattered, my back fully savored the blow of his whip. His hand rose and fell again and again; the pain made me buckle, but being tied as I was made it impossible, again and again I felt it on my body, turning into pleasure and my aching pleasure silently pleading for his mercy.

Masochistic contradictions of a servant delivered to his master.

And that was without having passed through the door; it was the beginning of a weekend to remember.