A slave without a leash is a lover

I met a master with a very good attitude but without toys. He used household items and a flogger, but for me, it wasn't enough. I trusted him because he was concerned, communicated, took me into account, was tough and tender... But that limitation was there.

But the solution arrived. He sent me a message:

"A Master from Xtudr asked about you. I spoke very well of you. I proposed a joint session with his toys. He had me install something at home. Come tomorrow with sports clothes, no underwear."

And I went, of course. We talked for a while until the Master warned that he was arriving. He covered my eyes and put me face to the wall with my hands on it and my legs open.

The new Master arrived, and they started talking. They ignored me. I heard that the man brought a suitcase full of toys and was showing them to my Master.

Finally, they turned their attention to me. They started touching my ass and caressing me from the front and back. The new Master gave me poppers and said:

"We need to make her a pig and relaxed. And she needs to know who's in charge. Get undressed."

I was still blindfolded, but I got undressed. The new Master said a phrase that stuck with me:

"The slave is right that if you don't tie him up, it's not the same. A slave without ties is a lover, and we're not here to give each other affection. When one is tied up, they have to let go and trust. And they get more scared, which is what I like... Only untie them to change positions. Being tied up doesn't count as punishment, the punishment is what you do to them. And since there are two of us, there will be two punishments."

All this was being told to my Master, and I wasn't participating. I don't know how, but in 3 seconds, I was on my knees with wrist and ankle cuffs, my hands tied to my feet, and my torso arched forward at their disposal.

"Your flogger, I'll put the clamps."

And my Master obeyed and started flogging me softly with a flogger. The BDSM clamps arrived, and they pulled them, but without removing them. And the new Master asked:

"What doesn't she like?"

And my Master replied that I didn't like licking feet, asses, armpits, cock torture, or kisses...

"Great," he responded. "I already knew, but I wanted to hear it. Well, she'll lick my ass because I like it, and she needs to understand who's in charge."

And that's what happened. He put his ass in front of me, and I had to lick it.

"Do you see? Whether she likes it or not, she has to do it. And she enjoys it. She hasn't complained. Good, the introductions and warm-up are done. Let's get to the point."

They separated my hands from my feet and, with a pull on the clamp chain, stood me up with my hands tied to a dog collar.

"We need to flog. My rule is that I don't fuck a white ass. It's basic protocol."

And they flogged me with a flogger, each one on either si...