I've met him through this website. He's invited me to his home and told me I'll never know who he is, that I don't even have the right to see or recognize him. I've accepted.

As soon as I arrived at the Master's apartment, he placed a mask over my eyes and put a gag in the shape of a cock in my mouth. Then he undressed me and, after putting thick leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, he took me to a place where I felt the warm touch of wood beneath my feet.

He placed me on the floor, face down, and with the sound of a thick lock, my wrists were left immobile behind my back. Then he positioned himself between my legs, forcing them to open and leaving my ass exposed.

I noticed the cold contact of lubricant on my anus as the Master generously distributed it with patience. He massaged my ass, opening it up while I writhed and tried to stop him. Although I enjoyed the pleasure I was getting, I knew he was only eliminating my resistance.

The Master took a plug whose narrow tip seemed to insert itself, while I writhed with pleasure. But as it went in, it started to widen, more and more, until it seemed like it was going to tear me apart. With the last few centimeters, the moans of pleasure mixed with those of pain. When it reached the narrowing, the pressure of the sphincter pushed it in further, immobilizing it. The sudden widening at the base formed the plug, which was firmly trapped in my ass.

Then, with a quick gesture, he brought my legs back together, and another lock secured them tightly, preventing the plug from coming out. I felt the cold contact of a chain on my back and the Master's hands attaching it to the ankle cuffs. From there, he passed it through the rings of the wrist cuffs and pulled until my legs were lifted, slowly bringing my ankles closer to my wrists.

When my body was tense, another new lock fixed the chain in place. Then the Master spoke for the first time.