Bar Master

I found a new master on TuAmo and we soon arranged to meet for a trial. He had tastes like chastity, enemas, fuck machines, in addition to the usual like tying, spanking, and fucking, but only with dildos. He didn't give head. It didn't matter.

Without silly small talk, we agreed to meet one morning on the terrace of the bar he told me. He was sitting with a beer but no one was coming. The guy hadn’t arrived. He sent me a WhatsApp message:

-I’m watching you. I like you. Have another beer. Take off your sweater, I want you in short sleeves.

Where was my Master? I couldn’t see anyone. Everyone looked suspicious. It was cold but I had to obey.

He kept sending me messages about what he wanted to do with sample images... that he was going to spank me, that he had all kinds of toys, that he loved to use plugs... I was getting aroused, and with the cold I was shaking.

Another message arrived:

-Good. Now finish your beer, grab your things, and go to the bathroom to pee.

So I did. The bartender indicated that the bathroom was downstairs. I went in and took the opportunity to pee out the beers. When I finished, I went to leave and... shit!, the door was locked from the outside. I had been locked in the bathroom!

Then another message arrived:

-You’re mine. Undress. Keep your shoes, put your clothes in the backpack, and send me a photo of you reflected in the mirror. Wait with your hands on the wall at the back with your legs apart.

And I obeyed. I was already into it and wasn’t going to back down. And I couldn't either.

I don’t know how long I was in that position but it felt like an eternity. Until something horrible happened:

The light went out!

I was scared. I started thinking all kinds of weird things... Then something happened:

The door opened and someone appeared with a flashlight. In a voice that seemed familiar to me, he said:

-Don't move. Stay still. Don’t turn around. Don’t say anything...

That voice... it was the bartender!, what a bastard!

He came towards me, took my hands like the police do, and put handcuffs on me from behind, a gag, a collar, and a blindfold. And then he said:

-Let’s go, I’m going to take you hard.

He led me to I don’t know where, but I suppose it was his dungeon. I was there standing, naked with the handcuffs, the blindfold, and the gag waiting for the punishment session to begin. And it started in the way I least expected:

The guy threw a bucket of ice-cold water at me! What a bastard! And how good!

He took off the handcuffs and put on wrist straps that he immediately tied to something so that I was left with my arms open and tied. He did the same with my feet.

I was there tied in a cross in the middle of a room, gagged and blindfolded, waiting for the punishment. He stood behind me, took...