I've met him through this website. He has cited me at his house and told me that I will never know who he is, that I don't even have the right to see him or recognize him. I have accepted.

As soon as I arrived at the Master's apartment, he put a mask over my eyes and put a gag in the shape of a dick in my mouth. Then he undressed me and, after putting thick leather cuffs and ankle cuffs on me, he took me to a place where I felt the warm touch of wood under my feet.

He put me on the floor face down, and with the sound of a thick padlock, my wrists were left immobile behind my back. Then he got between my legs, forcing them to open, leaving my ass exposed.

I noticed the cold contact of lubricant on my anus, while the Master distributed it generously with patience. He massaged my ass, opening it while I twisted and tried to prevent it. Although I enjoyed the pleasure I got, I knew that I was only eliminating my resistance.

The Master took a plug whose narrow tip seemed to enter by itself, while I twisted with pleasure. But as it went in, it got wider and wider, until it seemed like it was going to break me. With the last centimeters, the moans of pleasure mixed with others of pain. When it reached the narrowing, the pressure of the sphincter introduced it further, immobilizing it. The sudden widening at the base formed the plug, which was solidly trapped in my ass.

Then, with a quick gesture, he brought my legs back together, and another padlock secured them well together, preventing the plug from coming out. I felt the cold contact of a chain on my back and the Master's hands hooking it to the ankle cuffs. From there, he passed it through the rings of the wrist cuffs and pulled until he lifted my legs, slowly bringing my ankles closer to my wrists.

When my body was tense, another new padlock fixed the chain in place. Then the Master spoke for the first time.