Being forced to submit to spankings and whippings, paddling and caning, enemas, bondage, clothespins, whatever the master wanted to do short of cutting or blood play, anything gross or unclean or illegal.
Besides that I was game for just about anything. A couple of years previously, I had been through their orientation and was familiar with a few of the members. They all greeted me warmly. They talked about the upcoming events, conferences and play parties, we all had dinner and drinks and most lingered afterwards for socializing and maybe setting up an encounter for that later that evening. I was just about to leave, when a tall, dark man of about 65 approached.
You trust his word, do you not? He assured me emphatically, that Master Matrix was a person of the highest character and morals, who followed the BDSM code to the letter.
Park in the back and come to the back door. I pulled into the ally in back and drove up into his back parking area.
It was very secluded, surrounded by huge oak trees. I walked up to the back door and knocked. The Master opened the door and grabbed my arm and pulled me in. He did not say a word, but led me down the hall and into a small room. There was a chair and a clothes tree in the corner. A small dresser with a couple of towels on top. A small desk with some papers on it. It will take a few minutes. I quickly went over the form. There were none of the offensive things I mentioned earlier, on the list, only things I wanted to do, or did not mind trying out for the first time.
Then, I got undressed, carefully putting my street clothes on the desk. I pulled on the black jock strap and sat down in the metal chair. In about 5 minutes the door opened. The master stood there in very short black leather shorts, that were attached to leather straps that went over his shoulders. Black ankle high boots and a black leather mask covering the top half of his face.
The master first grabbed my wrists and secured them together behind my back. Then, the lights went out. He put a hood over my head. I began to shake a little.
He took my right arm and led me out of the room and down what I guessed was the long hallway I had briefly seen. I could hear him open a door, and we started down some stairs. At the bottom of the staircase, I could hear him open another door. He led me into the room and helped me sit down, ow, into a cold metal chair. Master then secured my arms to the back of the chair, and my legs to legs of the chair.
I could not see well, because the room was lit by only candles, but I could see well enough to know that I was in a fully equipped dungeon, with all sorts of chains and ropes hanging from the ceiling. There was a cabinet full of implements of torture, whips, floggers and crops. Master came up to me and rubbed his hand over my chest, concentrating on my nipples. He squeezed one between his thumb and finger until I yelped out. He then untied me and made me stand up.
Leading me by the arm, he took me over to the wall and tied my wrists and ankles to the St. He rubbed my back and butt, down to my thighs and up between my legs, giving my ball sack and cock a good squeeze. I fought the restraints. He continued whipping my back and then down to my butt and thighs.
After some time, I could not tell, he stopped. Turning me around on the cross, he continued the flogging on my chest, belly and tops of my legs. The red welts were beginning to rise all over.
He stopped, rubbing my chest and nipples. Unhooking me from the cross, he led me over to a step stool, and made me get up on it. It was only a foot or so off the ground, and I could not figure this out. He then tied my hands behind my back once again. He sat down in front of me, his face about the height of my crotch. Reaching up, he pulled down the black jock strap, exposing my still rock hard cock. He reached out and touched it.
He leaned over and took the tip of my dick into his mouth, licking around the head ever so lightly. I started to get weak in the knees and it was hard to stand up on the stool.
It was an iron, Plumb line weight attached to strings that themselves were attached to clothes pins. He carefully attached the clothespins to my ball sack, ever so lightly. Ouch, that was smarting already. He took the weight and stuck it in my mouth. It will pull the clips from your ball sack.
I think you will find it most stimulating. He picked up a stopwatch and hit the button. I stood there for a very long time, I thought.
Time was becoming irrelevant to me. The clothespins were burning my ball sack in pain now, how long could I hold it. I spit the weight out and watched it drop in slow motion, when it reached the end of the line, it ripped the pins off my balls. The pain was swift and excruciating, I had never felt such pain.
I dropped to my knees off the stool and balled up on the floor in pain. Tears were actually beginning to well up in my eyes. Naked, lying on the cold concrete floor, I was shaking. Master helped me get up on my feet and sat me down in the chair so I could get my breath. Master helped me get up and walked me over to the corner. Pulling back a curtain, I saw what appeared to be a medical exam table, equipped with stirrups. There were several enema bags hanging from two metal stands.
Master then attached my arms to thick leather straps on the sides of the table, and my legs were strapped into the stirrups. He then took a latex hood and pulled it over my head. It had but one hole for the mouth, and he attached a hose to it that I was to breathe through. I could not see, I could not speak. I felt a greased finger part my ass cheeks and insert a suppository into my colon. I was helpless, at the complete mercy of this Master.
I was having a great time……. After about a minute, I felt my ass being parted again, and a large tube slowly inserted into my very tight asshole. It felt sort of like a butt plug, tapered on one end, then large tapering down to a thinner part. I felt the rush of the water. Thank goodness it was warm. My colon and tummy began to fill. He would let some water flow, then clamp off the hose for a few minutes, then release more water. I felt like I was going to burst open, when he clamped off the hose for the last time.
I need a clean asshole to fuck after awhile, grabbing me by my cock and jacking it up and down. You up for that? My abdomen was really beginning to hurt now, and I thought I was going to explode if I did not get relief soon. After and undeterminable amount of time, I was released from the table and let go to the toilet.
I was on the toilet for a good half-hour at least, draining my swollen belly and colon. More water kept coming out. Eventually it ran pretty clear, and I realized why Master had given me such a large amount of water. He pronounced me clean and ready for a good ass fuck. He made me stand in front of him again, while he sat.
He took my semi flaccid cock into his mouth and sucked it back up to attention. Turning me around, he fastened a gag into my mouth and led me to what he referred to as the main spanking bench.