New Year's eve punishment
It was New Years eve, and we were invited to a party just outside the capital district. Fellow kinksters from various BDSM groups were gathering at a well known couple's home. It was a historic old colonial home with meticulous gardens and tastefully decorated with both period design and eclectic art works. The meld of each others personalities reflected throughout the home, infused with eroticism and the rooms of pleasure and pain.
When we first arrived, the host Master gave us a tour. The basement was a carpeted, well-furbished dungeon with 3 rooms. One room had an amazing adjustable stockade, another area had a cross as well as various other furnishings of pain and pleasure. An impressive array of Implements of torture hung from the walls and were available to anyone desiring to use them. 2 other bedrooms upstairs were also converted into nicely equipped bdsm rooms with a symba, massage table, and all rooms had the assorted sundries of condoms, water, blindfolds disinfectant wipes.
We had a delicious meal and chatted with both old and new found friends. It's amazing how a group gets together as total strangers one minute, then the next minute we're discussing such intimate topics as home made cock torture devises, the best leather workers and whip makers in the industry and desires to have whirley birds and crown of thorns. :)
But. ..I digress.
Master had me prepare his plate for him,and bring him his drinks. We chatted and socialized for a while, then he got that look in his eyes and I knew playtime was beginning. He led me upstairs, had me change into one of his favorite outfits, and put my restraints on my wrists and ankles and ball gag, then the blindfold. He led me to the message table, and secured me in place and began to flog me and warm up my back, bum and legs, then... suddenly he stopped.
I knew he left the room and wondered what was going on. I heard voices and chairs being moved about. He removed my blindfold. Another sub was seated in the corner, and she was getting her feet massaged by my very favorite male slave of servitude. I had been looking forward to one of his foot massages for weeks, and Master William knew this.
He was punishing me for having jealousy issues earlier in the week. Now instead of getting a massage, I had to watch. The sub deliberately did everything she could to get me into trouble, and make me jealous. She kept ooing and ahh ing and telling me how good it felt. In the meantime Master began caning me harder and harder as she lied, telling him I was rolling my eyes and flipping her off. (That's another weakness of mine, I don't like to be wrong).
Others were watching in the doorway as I was flailed,flogged, tortured and tickled. .all while being forced to watch Sir and service slave give the other sub attention and caresses.
Eventually I was released, then made to give Master his foot massages along with the other male service slave. Service slave mike later asked Master if he would allow me to trample him, and Master did, so I brought him in the basement and walked all over him. The switchy side of me came out and I scratched lovely patterns of red marks into his flesh, and tortured his nipples, pinching and twisting them. I pinched along the inside of his thighs and explored methods of inflicting pain on him. .his hardened cock, his balls. I twisted them and slapped harder and harder, watching his facial expressions. He enjoyed the look of glee I had on my face. I told him I was leaving marks on him so his wife would punish him yet again when he returned home. In the end, i soothingly caressed him all over, allowing him to kiss my feet, and suck my toes, patting him on the head and telling him what a good dog he was. He so enjoys having pain inflicted on him when it gives the woman happiness. I so enjoy it as well.
We went upstairs and joined the others, once again conversing with strangers,now friends about our most intimate delights, desires and secrets. Cross dressers, bi-s, polys, Masters, slaves. No judgements, no drama. We spent the night, woke in the morning, fucking till I passed out from cumming, the went downstairs. Our delightful,generous hosts were cooking brunch...strong coffee, mimosas and 'pork products' with all the fixings. Could a New Years arrival be any better?
When we first arrived, the host Master gave us a tour. The basement was a carpeted, well-furbished dungeon with 3 rooms. One room had an amazing adjustable stockade, another area had a cross as well as various other furnishings of pain and pleasure. An impressive array of Implements of torture hung from the walls and were available to anyone desiring to use them. 2 other bedrooms upstairs were also converted into nicely equipped bdsm rooms with a symba, massage table, and all rooms had the assorted sundries of condoms, water, blindfolds disinfectant wipes.
We had a delicious meal and chatted with both old and new found friends. It's amazing how a group gets together as total strangers one minute, then the next minute we're discussing such intimate topics as home made cock torture devises, the best leather workers and whip makers in the industry and desires to have whirley birds and crown of thorns. :)
But. ..I digress.
Master had me prepare his plate for him,and bring him his drinks. We chatted and socialized for a while, then he got that look in his eyes and I knew playtime was beginning. He led me upstairs, had me change into one of his favorite outfits, and put my restraints on my wrists and ankles and ball gag, then the blindfold. He led me to the message table, and secured me in place and began to flog me and warm up my back, bum and legs, then... suddenly he stopped.
I knew he left the room and wondered what was going on. I heard voices and chairs being moved about. He removed my blindfold. Another sub was seated in the corner, and she was getting her feet massaged by my very favorite male slave of servitude. I had been looking forward to one of his foot massages for weeks, and Master William knew this.
He was punishing me for having jealousy issues earlier in the week. Now instead of getting a massage, I had to watch. The sub deliberately did everything she could to get me into trouble, and make me jealous. She kept ooing and ahh ing and telling me how good it felt. In the meantime Master began caning me harder and harder as she lied, telling him I was rolling my eyes and flipping her off. (That's another weakness of mine, I don't like to be wrong).
Others were watching in the doorway as I was flailed,flogged, tortured and tickled. .all while being forced to watch Sir and service slave give the other sub attention and caresses.
Eventually I was released, then made to give Master his foot massages along with the other male service slave. Service slave mike later asked Master if he would allow me to trample him, and Master did, so I brought him in the basement and walked all over him. The switchy side of me came out and I scratched lovely patterns of red marks into his flesh, and tortured his nipples, pinching and twisting them. I pinched along the inside of his thighs and explored methods of inflicting pain on him. .his hardened cock, his balls. I twisted them and slapped harder and harder, watching his facial expressions. He enjoyed the look of glee I had on my face. I told him I was leaving marks on him so his wife would punish him yet again when he returned home. In the end, i soothingly caressed him all over, allowing him to kiss my feet, and suck my toes, patting him on the head and telling him what a good dog he was. He so enjoys having pain inflicted on him when it gives the woman happiness. I so enjoy it as well.
We went upstairs and joined the others, once again conversing with strangers,now friends about our most intimate delights, desires and secrets. Cross dressers, bi-s, polys, Masters, slaves. No judgements, no drama. We spent the night, woke in the morning, fucking till I passed out from cumming, the went downstairs. Our delightful,generous hosts were cooking brunch...strong coffee, mimosas and 'pork products' with all the fixings. Could a New Years arrival be any better?
9 years ago
I do hope Master G's health has gotten better and he is getting stronger every day. I can so understand how he feels and what it's like.
Later
Sir William and his lovely pet Dee