For years I'd been waxed on the Gold Coast by a very dominant man that I'd met at the beach. It'd started with just the hair removal and progressed to full-on BDSM session resulting in my being fucked in his sling. It's probably fair to say though that I'd get my needs satiated though he'd get his rocks off there was not a long term satisfaction for him. We'd shared test messages and conversations about my full time enslavement which only served to further excite me knowing that it was just a fantasy for me.
My visits these days were pretty similar – I'd turn up wearing a leather harness and nothing else. Walking to the front door was exhilarating in the normal suburban setting with the risk of being seen by the public. Upon entry I'd get a working over and then tied to a bench to be waxed. Normally Sir would force his cock in my mouth, punish my nipples and finger my arse. I know that in these stories the dominant men always have big cocks and this is no exception. Sir's name is Max and it's also max by nature. His cock stretches my mouth and gags me big time. When I first started attending he couldn't get his cock up my arse but all that has changed over the years.
After Sir finishes waxing me he bind-folds me and leads me to the sling where he proceeds to give me a right royal rodgering! Truly this man can fuck. Eventually he'll cum and then I'll be allowed the privilege. A quick shower and I'd be home to my wife with my submissive needs met. Sir probably enjoyed the sex but felt a little short of genuine fulfilment.
Guess it was only a matter of time before things changed.
This visit should've been no different – I'd left home fully dressed and stopped along the way to strip down. Wearing just a harness I'd slipped a small putt plug up my arse, put on a locking collar with wrist and ankle restraint. The drive takes about an hour and it's possible to see into my vehicle though the windows are tinted. My cock was hard and dripping the whole journey.
I parked in Sir's driveway and waited to see when the coast was clear. Taking nothing other than my car keys I walked quickly to the front door and knocked. Normally the door would open without delay but this time I was left to stand exposed on the porch. Getting nervous I was about to leave when the door opened and I ran inside.
Sir was there, naked, and the room was quite dark. He clipped my hands behind my back and led me to the waxing room. He seemed rushed and waxed me quickly without much play. After the initial excitement I started to relax and fell asleep on the bench.
When I awoke there was a moment of disorientation as I was in a different location. I was upright and my arms were tied to the ceiling, my legs spread. My vision was impaired and I realised I was wearing some sort of hood that had eye and mouth holes. The position was quite extreme with a lot of pressure on my legs. There was something penetrating my arsehole that was large but not terribly deep. I looked down and saw a platform about level with my hips.
A familiar smell filled my nostrils and I felt the world shift, amyl nitrate! There was a tube running under my nose and the amyl was starting to take effect. It's hard to describe the experience but it makes me so horny – that my whole existence is centred on my cock and arse-hole. My cock swelled even more and the intruder in my butt started to feel comfortable as I relaxed.
Sir walked into my field of vision and told me that I was hooked up to an electronic stimulation machine and a fucking machine. At the moment the power was off but shortly it would be turned on and the pleasure or pain levels would be my responsibility. Through the amyl fog I heard the words but didn't understand the message.
Then he turned it on!
