1. Living for Master


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Gay Male, Author: nunmoreblack, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    way down, caressing every delicious centimetre with my lust and tongue. His power made me want him to want me. He did nothing, but I knew I needed him to have me that night. I dropped down to his feet and stopped. In the gloom of the corner I couldn't see well, but these were not the boots I had expected, these were serious fetish boots. Thin pencil heels which I guessed were at least 7 inches high, the toe of the boots were short and only an inch or two was in actual contact with the ground. I was stunned for a second until I felt a leathered strap hit the back of my head indicating i was to continue my worship of this bizarre contradiction of a man...or was it a man? I was sure it was a man, until the boots. I began my worshipping with extra fervour. I was confused and excited, curious and horny as hell to get to know who…or what this leathered god or goddess was. I remember still my ejaculation, the most intense of my life ever. I was on my back worshipping those heels first left, then right, and as my tongue was caressing the cool steel the other boot came on rest on my crotch. Within a second I was spasming and screaming in ecstasy. I shot my load inside my jeans with just the stimulation of the boot gently resting on my denim-clad bulge. Panting I laid there thinking now that I’d cum he would move on and seek out more prey. How wrong I was! He beckoned me to stand which I did, a little wobbly as I’d been on my knees for well over an hour by now. Before I knew it my ...
    arms were being strapped together in front of me in a wide leather belt with some sort of quick snap clasp. My t-shit was ripped off my and from somewhere he produced a knife that was swiftly releasing me from my jeans. I wanted to protest but as I opened my mouth his gloved hand filled my mouth preventing any form of objection. My cock in its wet jock began to rise again, the mesh hiding none of my lust and excitement. It was swiftly dealt a with as he slapped it hard. Once, twice, three times, until the erection was subsiding. I felt so small, so inadequate, so pathetic. I was horny as hell and my cock had just been prevented in that most normal of things, getting hard. Hid leathered hand firmly grabbed my neck and he whispered in my ear, “That's something I need to attend to. I never gave permission for an erection.” Grabbing the belt securing my arms I was lead through the party until he found an empty bench. With no effort he lifted me up and laid me on it. He was immediately being assisted by several others similarly attired persons securing me to this bench. Straps had soon been tightened around my legs and hips. My torso was still free and I thought about fighting, but I was in too much of an aroused state to do anything. It was overwhelming, frightening and yet I wanted what ever this was, more than id ever wanted anything. My arms were released from the strap and my hands were soon encased in a sort of plastic wrapping. I was watching in awe of the power these people ...
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