As you can imagine, even though fifty-one pirulos is quite a while, it doesn't mean I feel old or anything; I think I have more energy than some girls (no offense). I'm afraid to make a fool of myself because of the clothes I wear, obviously not colorinche, because I hate any formal attire due to work obligation (tragedy and tie). In reality, it has little to do with the story I'm about to tell, but if it helps you get an idea, the time I've been active sexually has been a great experience in every sense. And I couldn't let this leather master experience pass me by that I lived some time ago. Certain days of the week at the ABC cinema on Esmeralda and Lavalle streets would have leather gatherings, as well as on other days at Tom's (Viamonte and Florida), but honestly, I don't know if they still exist or are still doing this type of activity. The truth is that a friend I met through a leather group on Yahoo groups invited me one day, convincing me that my appearance would let me belong to that select group, just by wearing some goggles and some leather. My master profile doesn't have a face or look like a slave. What did I do? Off I went, accompanied the first time by my friend for introductions. Barely getting down the stairs of 100 million steps, I felt the famous sound of spankings, which were quite strong. My friend had prepared with a kind of ping-pong paddle and was fully dressed in leather. We left some luggage at the coat check and sent ourselves through a corridor that hid a curtain made of candy. As soon as I enter the first room, I see a skinny guy on a slim, and four or five skinny guys giving him a beating with different admin boots. My friend tells me: rule number one and main. (Never get involved when there are several in a bind), you can approach, look, touch, but until you're invited, it's very impolite. That was it. The first and only rule.
Take his advice, and keep investigating the place, I ended up in a place that seemed like some kind of dungeon, with bars and all, and several types stuck inside, clinging to the bars, wearing leather pants (CHAPS) those that leave your ass exposed.
Obviously, they didn't have an owner, and were waiting to be attended to. jeje.
I sniffed something a bit and entered the cell, approached the one I liked most, and when he slowly turned his head to look at me, I said:
Maybe you got permission to look at me?
I swear it came from my soul, no one taught me anything, everything just happened naturally in me, it was more than evident that I was born for this.
He apologizes and without looking at me begs me to save him from that place, which would be very obedient if he chose. What to say, between a mix of morbidness and laughter (if I gave in to a bit of laughter) and without him noticing my laughter, I said I was going to be his master but only if he was extremely submissive and that from that moment on I would have to call him master. He agrees (poor guy, he has no idea what's waiting for him).
First, I say; let's get out of these characters and talk normally once we're comfortable. Since once we're in sync, if we don't have a key word it could be dangerous, we use the word wall since it wasn't a funny word or one that would put you in ecstasy.
I grabbed him by the leather collar and dragged him to the bathroom. I must say, the place wasn't very clean and less so the bathroom.
Here's an exact dialogue:
My master wants to pee, do you know what you have to do? Or do you need me to explain?
- If my master
- Pull it out, push your skin back and let me pee in peace.
- If my master
- Look how the pee comes out.
- If my master
- Shake it.
- If my master
- It's wet, lick it and swallow. If my master
What to say about that, they called my game.
How I accepted everything he said, I got a bit bored until I said:
I want you to contradict me in something, so I have to punish you. what!!! I told him to take off my boots and smell my feet and he refused. I caught him by the collar and dragged him quite quickly almost pulling him until we reached the sector where the slim was. I called my friend and asked him to help him get up and tie him, lend me a paddle and I hit him so hard that even in the near darkness you could see the intense red color of his buttocks. I smell a bit more of that already know and spat on my hand and fingers and start putting them in, I must say I was gentle despite my mind telling me otherwise. Then after a good while, I gave him a good blow job to make him relax well, and when I noticed he was totally relaxed, I started putting in more fingers, managed to do a fist in a malamuerte cinema, it was just the hand because between the pleasure it seemed like he was crying, but since he didn't use the key word I kept going. It wasn't my first time doing fistfucking, but if it was somewhere like that and with so little lubrication. The slave continued being one for a few months, came home, barely entered did undress and stay under the table, while watching TV or any nonsense, always under the table, sometimes I would ask him to suck my cock, others to take my pee. Once I surprised him because I bought a giant cucumber, covered it with a lining and put it in his ass, he stayed easy for 3 hours with the cucumber on. I miss that aspect, but well, I was changing and what I do today some already know. I hope you liked it. (always telling real stories) Smegmaseeker. PD: Attention, more are coming soon. I was a member of Club XXL. Dirty Orgy.
Take his advice, and keep investigating the place, I ended up in a place that seemed like some kind of dungeon, with bars and all, and several types stuck inside, clinging to the bars, wearing leather pants (CHAPS) those that leave your ass exposed.
Obviously, they didn't have an owner, and were waiting to be attended to. jeje.
I sniffed something a bit and entered the cell, approached the one I liked most, and when he slowly turned his head to look at me, I said:
Maybe you got permission to look at me?
I swear it came from my soul, no one taught me anything, everything just happened naturally in me, it was more than evident that I was born for this.
He apologizes and without looking at me begs me to save him from that place, which would be very obedient if he chose. What to say, between a mix of morbidness and laughter (if I gave in to a bit of laughter) and without him noticing my laughter, I said I was going to be his master but only if he was extremely submissive and that from that moment on I would have to call him master. He agrees (poor guy, he has no idea what's waiting for him).
First, I say; let's get out of these characters and talk normally once we're comfortable. Since once we're in sync, if we don't have a key word it could be dangerous, we use the word wall since it wasn't a funny word or one that would put you in ecstasy.
I grabbed him by the leather collar and dragged him to the bathroom. I must say, the place wasn't very clean and less so the bathroom.
Here's an exact dialogue:
My master wants to pee, do you know what you have to do? Or do you need me to explain?
- If my master
- Pull it out, push your skin back and let me pee in peace.
- If my master
- Look how the pee comes out.
- If my master
- Shake it.
- If my master
- It's wet, lick it and swallow. If my master
What to say about that, they called my game.
How I accepted everything he said, I got a bit bored until I said:
I want you to contradict me in something, so I have to punish you. what!!! I told him to take off my boots and smell my feet and he refused. I caught him by the collar and dragged him quite quickly almost pulling him until we reached the sector where the slim was. I called my friend and asked him to help him get up and tie him, lend me a paddle and I hit him so hard that even in the near darkness you could see the intense red color of his buttocks. I smell a bit more of that already know and spat on my hand and fingers and start putting them in, I must say I was gentle despite my mind telling me otherwise. Then after a good while, I gave him a good blow job to make him relax well, and when I noticed he was totally relaxed, I started putting in more fingers, managed to do a fist in a malamuerte cinema, it was just the hand because between the pleasure it seemed like he was crying, but since he didn't use the key word I kept going. It wasn't my first time doing fistfucking, but if it was somewhere like that and with so little lubrication. The slave continued being one for a few months, came home, barely entered did undress and stay under the table, while watching TV or any nonsense, always under the table, sometimes I would ask him to suck my cock, others to take my pee. Once I surprised him because I bought a giant cucumber, covered it with a lining and put it in his ass, he stayed easy for 3 hours with the cucumber on. I miss that aspect, but well, I was changing and what I do today some already know. I hope you liked it. (always telling real stories) Smegmaseeker. PD: Attention, more are coming soon. I was a member of Club XXL. Dirty Orgy.
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