We left the shopping

The Lord and I left the sex shop and got back into a taxi, heading to his house in the upscale area of Barcelona. My cock was still trapped in the cage, and the bastard was stroking it during the ride.

When we entered the apartment, he opened a drawer and said:

"Look, the lubricant was here all along, what a coincidence!! hahaha."

He made me go up some stairs, and we arrived at a well-equipped dungeon: parquet floor, soundproof walls, a rack, a crane, and thousands of toys on the walls, a throne-like chair, a padded table with restraints, a bed... Everything was perfectly ordered and classy.

Already naked, he freed my cock, which automatically relaxed due to the shock and fear....

"We won't waste any more time. Get on the table."

He put a hood with holes on me, handcuffs, and ankle cuffs, and gave me a box full of clamps. There were about 50 or 60 of them.

"Put the clamps on your torso, starting with your nipples. And make them tight."

He disappeared and came back dressed entirely in leather. He sat on the throne-like chair, took a tube glass, pulled out his cock, and filled it with urine. He went to the bar, added two ice cubes, and filled the glass with liquor.

I continued with the clamps, and he watched. When I finished, he approached me with the glass, and what was obvious happened:

"Drink," he ordered.

And of course, I did. It wasn't pleasant, but I did it because if my Master orders it, I have to do it. That's the deal.

He put me on my knees and tied my hands to my feet and the table behind me. My torso with the clamps was slightly arched. He spat in my mouth, covered my eyes with a blindfold, and said:

"I'm going to have fun. If it hurts, scream, you won't disturb anyone, and I like it. And if it hurts a lot, scream louder. I'll like it even more."

And I didn't scream, I moaned because what he did was pass a vibrator over my cock... wow, that turned me on.... He approached my ass... I was already completely disconnected from the world and only feeling pleasure....

"Come on, now a little dildo..."

And indeed, he inserted a small, well-lubricated dildo that entered without a problem. The problem was when it started to inflate... aaaaauuu... the guy inflated and deflated it at will.

The position started to hurt, but it was better not to say anything to avoid bothering him.... I had already forgotten about the clamps when he started touching and tightening them.

"I told you to make them tight, you're all the same..."

When he had them adjusted, he started tapping them again, but this time with some kind of stick or rod. I complained a little, but not much, it hurt, but I liked it. That's what I had come for!!

The dry blows to the clamps to make them jump arrived. Some fell, and others didn't. It hurt. But did I complain? No. Because I was enjoying it.

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