With a Master

One stage of my life as a fucking slave was advertising myself on hookup sites. I didn’t charge, I just wanted sex.

I learned a lot from that experience. About kinks, about people who arranged to meet and then didn’t show up, about weird requests, and also about human nature.

There was one who wanted to fuck me completely in the dark. Even the house had to be dark. There was another who wanted to get back at his partner by fucking me in the ass. But of all of them I met a Master.

He said his name was Carlos, I never checked. I knew he was married but, from the very first moment, he treated me like a slave.

His habit was for both of us to be naked. With a piece of string he tightly tied my balls and then shoved large dildos into my ass.

The goal was to stretch me out and then fuck me in the ass. On one occasion he lit a paraffin candle and started pouring it over my ass.

It hurt, but it was bearable. The dildos had me stimulated and the hot paraffin kept me aroused.

When he pulled one dildo out he quickly put another one in so I wouldn’t feel the emptiness for too long. After pulling out the last one, it was very pleasurable when he drove his cock into me, pumped hard, and came. Then he made me clean it with my tongue.

Always with my balls tied. We didn’t have too many sessions but I had the feeling he tied my balls with the intention of drying them out so they would die. The consequence of this is usually their removal.

One day he left me without much explanation, maybe he got tired of me or maybe he had another slave, I never knew. If I tell you the truth, I miss having my balls tied and having paraffin poured on me.

My current Master isn’t one of those who wants to tie balls. I asked him to castrate me and he told me he’d rather play with my little quail eggs.