Notice to readers, this story includes bdsm, homosexual and cnc scenes. If you don't like the genre, move on.
I met Alex on an online BDSM site. He was an experienced master who was looking for new slaves to play with.
His profile depicted a tall 40 year old with a beautiful physique, well endowed with his 22 cm, and many years of experience in different BDSM practices, of which he favored bondage and punishment of his victims. The profile was well written, with an authoritative style, suggesting a self-confident and sane person.
I, on the other hand, was much less experienced than him, a normal boy, of a submissive nature with some experience of submission with pay for play mistresses, but no experience with masters or particularly severe sessions. After some unsatisfactory experiences with a couple of mercenary mistresses, and indulging a 'dormant bisexuality' curiosity, I decided and answered Alex's announcement.
After the usual initial emails in which we exchanged our interests, experiences and fantasies, we were both interested in meeting up for coffee and then, if everything looked cool, we would move to his house, where he had a small private dungeon, to play.
The story continues in the third person starting from the day we agreed to meet.
That Wednesday morning arrived quickly for John, who was waiting nervously at the bar where they had arranged to meet.
Alex arrived on time, he was as in the photos, dark hair, tall, a handsome man, with a self-confident attitude, the opposite of John's insecurity. They started talking and Alex got John at ease, they were at a table away from indiscreet ears so, after a bit of chatter, the topic moved on to the session they were about to have. They talked about desires, limits, safety and safewords, about how the morning would evolve if John would have decided to continue. Once John agreed to continue, Alex began to be more direct, to psychologically prepare his new slave for what would soon be waiting for him.
Alex: "I don't want you to be scared later, I'm a kind person, you see me, but when we start the session I will treat you as the slave you want to be, you understand it right?"
John: "Yes, I understand, and that's what I want, I don't want you to be nice to me, after all I'll be your slave, right?"
Alex: "That's the right attitude. So, if I remember our messages correctly, you like to be tied up, I like to tie slaves in uncomfortable and exposed positions, can I tie you as I wish?"
John: "Yes of course, I love being tied up, even in uncomfortable positions from which it is impossible to free yourself."
Alex: "Great, I'm a bondage expert, I'll have fun tying you up well and seeing you suffer for me. In the email you told me that you like to be tortured and the list of tortures you sent me coincides with the ones I like, what is your pain threshold?"
John: "I don't know, I don't want to get in trouble, but the last mistress I was with told me I'm a talented pain slut."
Alex: "Well, don't worry, we will discover together how much pain you can take for me. You also told me that you have never been with another man, but that you are curious. I want you to be clear about your limits now, because the safeword is only for pain and safety, not for changing your mind about the limits we set now, do you understand what I'm saying?"
John: "I think so..."
Alex: "It means that if you tell me now that giving me a blowjob or taking it in the ass are not limits, if I decide to take you, you will not leave this session without having taken it in both sides. I've been clear?"
It was a decisive moment, Alex had his gaze fixed on John who, after a pause that seemed interminable, replied with a bit of hesitation.
John: "Yes, you were very clear, I confirm, as I told you in our messages that these are not limits."
Alex: "Very well, let's go have fun John."
With those words they got up and walked towards Alex's house which was a few minutes away.
Once inside, Alex led the way towards the room he had furnished as a dungeon, it was empty, with mirrors on the walls and several attachment points on the ceiling, floor and walls, nothing else.
Alex asked John to undress and put his clothes in a corner, he would be back shortly. As soon as John was naked, Alex reappeared in the room, took off his shoes and shirt and remained shirtless but still dressed in pants and carrying a trolley full of BDSM equipment.
Calmly and in silence Alex began to prepare John.