First Meeting ....cont.

Once your hands are tied palms facing it’s almost impossible to move your arms apart from up and down, they seem locked together at the elbows, well they did when he tied me. He looped the rope around my wrists several times cinching them together tightly.

I was led across the room until we were under one of the heavy beams that stretched the width of the room. This one had several metal eyes screwed into it ready to take the weight of a human body. The ends of the ropes that held my arms together by the wrists were looped through one of these and pulled tight so that my arms were above my head. I couldn’t straighten them, which seems strange until you try in that position, and it was quite painful keeping myself balanced on my toes as he tied off the ends securely. I was now his, totally. I had no defence, even if I wanted it, apart from kicking out with my legs – again almost impossible in that position – and I knew it.

From behind me he brought his hands round my face and pushed a ball gag into my mouth which he buckled,  pushed the ball in more firmly and rebuckled the strap. I could drool. I could moan into the gag but that was about it. He circled me, now holding a single tailed whip with both hands, letting it touch my skin and drawing lines down my body with it. He told me he was going to enjoy having me for the next few hours, he hoped I’d enjoy it as well although it really didn’t matter too much if I did or didn’t. I was going to get what he gave out with no argument. I tried to agree with a guttural “yeth thir” through the gag which only made me dribble more and saw him smile.

Once he was behind me I heard very little movement. There was a slight sound of air parting before the whip bit into my arse. It curled slightly round my inner thigh, the end of the lash leaving a thin purple red line on my skin. I saw this later, at the time all I sensed was the sudden burning cut, the fire that drilled down into my flesh causing shock waves up my spine and into my ears exiting me in a mixture of spit and scream.  He spared no rod, even from the beginning I was to learn what being a slaveboi  meant to him. I was his to do with as he liked, to take what he dispensed and to thank him for the privilege.  The second and third strokes of that leather tail caught me across the back and shoulders with all the force of the first. I swung forward as if I’d been punched yelling as I did so. The next few hit my arse again making my legs swing up with the all consuming pain I now felt through every part of me. I was not conscious of each cut, rather they merged into a general blistering painful whole.

I only got about six. I say only, but by then I was tearful and more or less hanging by the wrists as he carefully held me round the chest, untying  the ropes and gently taking my weight before setting me down onto the floor. He smiled at me and told me I’d done quite well for starters. I can’t say how good that felt at that moment,  it was almost as if I’d won a race, succeeded in something worthwhile.  As he untied me he rubbed my arms and traced some of the lines the whip had made on my skin. I was given a couple of minutes to recover – this was my very first session – before the next idea he had.

I was now told to put my arms behind me and to grab the opposite elbow, which I could just about do. He lashed my arms together from the wrists to the elbows so they had no chance of slipping. Next I sat cross legged on the floor and he proceeded to tie my ankle to the opposite leg as tightly as he could leaving a length free.  The last piece of this bondage was a noose which was put round my neck and connected to my legs, he pushed my head forward until I was bent over as far as he could make me and tied it off. I found breathing difficult, movement was out of the question, or at least most movement. He looked at me, grinned and pushed me over like some sort of ball. I simply rolled onto my back and ended up on my side, still scrunched up and now aching.  Sitting me up again he crouched in front of me and played with my tits, working up until I was pleading for him to stop. This only managed to get me gagged again, and the tit torture to get worse. With one hand on my shoulder he pulled and twisted my nipples with the other, asking why I was hard if I didn’t enjoy what he was doing and to shut up and enjoy it.  My yelling made breathing even more laboured, the gag had me drooling again, but it was true, my erection had not subsided very much at all. After about ten minutes, ten hours in “feel time” he loosened the ropes and let me find my way out of the lengths he had used.  I stretched out on the floor as he rubbed my back from behind my knees to my shoulders.  As he was kneeling in front of me I saw his cock straining to get out of his leathers and I suddenly wanted so much to have him inside me. I pushed my face into his crotch. He didn’t try to stop me, he didn’t make a move to make me think I was doing something wrong so I continued. My fingers helped my tongue undo his zip and I pushed into the gap, finding his warm, throbbing precum covered organ ready for my mouth. Prizing it from its leather prison I very gradually used my tongue and lips to clean his juices from the shaft and take as much of the length as I could into my throat.  I heard his breathing slow down and felt him relax into the rhythm I started, methodically caressing and sucking. I thought he was going to cum, he began to stiffen even more but it was at that point he pushed me away.

Dragging me up he held me over the fuck bench, positioning me exactly where he wanted me and began again to tie me tightly, arms straight down to the front legs, body strapped to the centre, legs and thighs to the back legs of the bench. This time no gag. He told me I was to get a dozen from his special cane, the Dragon Cane. It was a pain like no other. The whip was a kiss compared to the power of that thing. He used it carefully to extract the most excruciating amount of sadistic mind bending pain. Each stroke was timed to impact at just the right moment. Just when the previous one had time to make you feel you had been cut with a thick burning sword the next did the same in a slightly different place.   My tears were making large wet spots on the floor, I was dribbling, screaming,  my nose was running, I was a complete mess and felt like wanting to die. He stopped, put his hand on the small of my back and told me I was to get six more. If I made a noise he would start again at one. If I was silent I’d be rewarded.

To this day I don’t know how I managed that. Since then I've become either harder and thicker skinned or mentally able to turn the pain down. Then I was simply scared. I clamped my jaw shut and held my breath. Counting down I finally got there although I felt sure he was now going easier on me. With a couple of internal groans and an exhalation I did it. My reward came immediately, he stood in front of me, unzipped and thrust into my mouth. It took only a couple of minutes for him to make an animal roar and gush is spunk down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could but the amount overcame my efforts and some spilled down my chin. He considerately wiped his finger on it and allowed me to suck it clean.  With one arm free I was then allowed to wank myself with him stroking my back and arse. I’ve never felt so good.

The first session was over. I was free to go. As soon as I left I wanted to be back there, I so badly wanted to return, to take it all again, to simply be his boi.