Nor was he a Master

I've been searching for a Master for a long time. I've been with some men who claimed to be Masters, but all they wanted was to enjoy a whore like me. That's what happened with a guy I met on Grinder. He saw my profile, where I say I'm a submissive waiting for orders. That's what made him talk to me. He identified himself as a Master. We chatted, and he liked what I had to say, and I liked his attitude - serious and firm. He told me to take naked pictures of myself and send them to him, and that's what I did. He liked them, and he sent me a picture of his cock. He told me he would come to my house, and I had to receive him naked and on my knees.

The day arrived, he called at the door, I opened it, and I also opened the door to my house, and naked, I knelt down with my head bowed. He came in, and all I could see were his shoes. He told me to kiss them, and that's what I did. Then he told me to take them off and kiss his feet. He was wearing black socks. I kissed them, and he told me to take off his socks and kiss his feet, and that's what I did.

Next, he ordered me to go to the bedroom. I got up, and I led him to the bedroom. He told me to undress him. That's when I saw him. He was a 50-year-old man, stout, with a square face and a very serious expression. His cock was medium-sized and thick.

Once he was naked, he lay down on the bed and told me to do the same. As I lay down, he took some metal clamps and put them on my balls. I felt intense pain, but it subsided when he ordered me to suck his cock and balls. That's what I did, with all the gentleness, as I wanted my Master to enjoy himself. My tongue passed over his balls and then went to his cock, and little by little, I took it into my mouth until it became very hard. Then he told me to lie down on the bed on my back. He got on top of me and told me to suck his ass, while he jerked off with one hand and tightened the clamps on my balls with the other. Every time he pulled on them, I would twist and he would give me a slap on the belly.

I loved it, and so did he, until he came all over my belly. He got up, took off the clamps, and told me to go to the bathroom. I went, he told me to go to the shower, and he told me to kneel down. And from his cock came a stream of urine that fell into my mouth. I opened my mouth and swallowed his urine. What a delight, drinking my Master's urine.

When he finished, he got dressed and left. I've talked to him again, but we haven't met up again. But that's another story.