The First Master

With my latest experiences and the videos I watched on the internet, I decided that I wanted to have an encounter with someone who defined themselves as a Master, and who was gay, without any reservations. I started investigating and found some websites where I could contact people by explaining what I was and what I was looking for. I put up my profile, with a photo that showed my body but kept my face in the shadows, and I started receiving proposals and sending out my own. I gave myself a deadline of one week to make a decision.

Everything happened quite quickly. At 8 in the evening, I rang the doorbell at the address the Master had given me. Without responding, the door opened, just like the one to the apartment, in the penthouse.

"Come in, undress, and put your clothes and belongings in the plastic bag you'll find in the living room." I was hesitant, due to the lack of information I had, although I had been asked about my limits and a safe word: BELL.

"Don't look up or turn around," I heard behind me. I felt someone putting a blindfold on me, with large, rough hands. Those same hands explored my body, with a few small slaps on my buttocks. With a small gesture, I was made to kneel, and also to lower my head almost to the floor.

"You must kiss and lick my feet as a sign of respect." I started doing it. "Offer yourself and tell me why you think you need me." The voice, deep, seemed to gain confidence and excitement.

"It's my first time with a Master. I've come because I want to learn to serve you and give you pleasure. I need to feel useful in front of a man superior to me."

When I finished speaking, I heard classical music start playing, from some contemporary author. And I felt the Master's hands put a collar on me, and what seemed to be a leash, because the tugs forced me to walk on all fours. My impression was that we had reached a bedroom because the floor was now carpeted.

The slaps on various parts of my body were now alternating with soft belt blows.

At one point, I guessed that he sat down and forced me to lick his hands, and then his cock and balls. I noticed that his cock was already quite hard when he put it in my mouth.

I heard his voice again. "Suck", "Do you like it, huh?", "Like that", at the same time that he marked the rhythm, grabbed my head, and fucked me deeper and deeper. I was already drooling, very excited.

It didn't last long. He came on my face, just as we had discussed.

"Do you want to come too, puppy?" When I answered yes, he removed the blindfold and I saw the Master for the first time. He was a young man, in his 40s, dark-haired, short hair, well-muscled, with a black tank top. Very attractive. I didn't take long to come, looking at him, in my position.

He seemed pleased. "I like you, puppy, you're young and can learn well."

He proposed continuing later and fucking me, on the condition that I wouldn...