Master Mark

Master MarkAs I was getting used to my new post-divorce freedom, I found myself experimenting more and more with men.I started using gay chat lines, and probably quite annoyingly for guys on there, was a little bit of a time waster, in as much as I arranged to meet guys twice and just didn’t turn up. On day that all changed.Master Marks message just said “Mark, special interests” I was intrigued and sent a voice message to ask what particularly he was into. His response scared and excited me both at the same time, he said he was a dominant man into humiliating guys with bondage, spanking, tit torture in fact all round BDSM. I had been wankimg to BDSM for for some weeks, and was thrilled at the chance to be used by a Dom. I was also terrified, what if I didn’t enjoy it? What if I wanted him to stop? What if he did things I wasn’t comfortable with?We exchanged a few messages about each other, I tried to act all cool and made out I had loads of experience, and it turned out he was in the next town to me, maybe 20 minutes drive at the most. I arranged samsun escort to go straight over. I have never been so nervous about anything, my stomach was turning butterflies the whole way there, and once I arrived, I sat in the car for 10 minutes debating whether to go in or not..Eventually I plucked up the courage, waked up the path and knocked on the door, too late to change me mind now!He opened the door and was exactly as he had described, quite tall, and a bit stocky, but clearly powerful man”Get inside you little faggot” he said, I stepped in the door and he closed it behind me — it was going to happen !”Go to the lounge, get stripped off and stand by the chair” he ordered, not shouting but in a voice you knew you couldn’t disobeyHe walked around and looked at me, pulled one of my nipples and then gently gave my balls a squeeze, ” you’ll do for now” he saidI was trembling and didn’t know that to expect, and he quickly tied my hands behind me. He then took out some clothes pegs and pegged them antalya escort on my scrotum, and two pinching my foreskin.. Next he began working on my nipples, using crocodile clips on them – the pain was intense and I nearly asked him to stop, but I somehow found the strength to carry on. He took some cord, and tied my balls up, making each one separate from the other,and fed the cord through the crocodile clips, and pulled so my balls were being pulled up, and my nipples being pulled down, then tied the cord off”Bend over faggot” came the instruction, and as I did, as flurry of spanks rained down on my buttocks “don’t ever keep me waiting so long again” he snarledS…s..s…s..sorry master, I stammered, but it was too late, he continued to spank me until tears rolled down my cheeks, not so much from the pain (although it did hurt) but from the humiliation. There I was naked in front of a fully clothed man, with clothes legs on my scrotum, balls and nipples tied together and being beaten on my backside…When ankara escort he got bored of spanking me, he turned his attention to my balls,many using a small leather strop, started to hit them. Some of the strokes didn’t hurt, but many more caused that awful excruciating pain when you just catch wrong. He was enjoying himself and told me to stop being a snivelling sissy,Thankfully he then took off the nipple clamps, but as the blood rushed back into my nipples, the pain was too much and I cried again. “Lie on your back faggot” came the order,and I immediately complied.He pulled, squeezed and twisted my balls for a few minutes, but as much as the pain was excruciating, I found myself hard for the first time since I arrived”Seems you enjoy your balls being punished faggot” he sneered, and continued to dish out more painWhen he’d finished, he told me it was my lucky day as he was going to wank me off, and it caught me by surprise but it was a terrific wank, and I soon came.He stood up and wanked himself over my face and hair. When he had cum, he just said “get dressed and fuck off” so I left his house but still covered in his cum, I wondered what anyone would think if they saw me, but luckily I was back in the car and home before anyone sawI saw Master Mark many times after that, and I’ll post the details when i have the time