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The First Meeting  -slavebladeboi 

A risk taker.  That’s what he called me later. Apparently that was my type of character, one who lives a bit by chance, not so much as to be completely out of it but just enough to make life that bit edgy.  Motor bike racing, I’d done a bit. Practising BDSM with strangers, to me it was all part of enjoying life rather than taking risks.

I suppose I would have to agree with him too. There I was, naked on all fours, face to the boards in a house I’d never been to before meeting someone I’d only written to a few times before and where no one apart from him and me knew where I was. Breaking, in fact, all the rules you are supposed to follow to make this activity safe.  But I was there under my own free will and excited to be so.

The sound of his boots on the passageway floor, getting nearer with each measured step started my heart beating faster, my breathing slightly shallower. As the door opened I had a fleeting thought about looking up. I desperately wanted to see this Master in the flesh. Just as well I did n’t as it turned out. His boots stopped with the toes under my face. I felt the crop stroke the length of my spine. There was no discussion or doubt as to who was in charge.

Instinctively I lowered my mouth onto the shining leather which was polished to a mirror finish and kissed each one in turn. This seemed to be the correct procedure. I was fairly new to this sort of thing but the reassuring tones he used put me at ease and he encouraged me to continue my work higher up the length of each boot with my tongue. I think I started to wonder at this point what I should do when I got to the top, level with his knees, but I did n’t have to worry. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face into his crotch, his leather trousered crotch that stretched across his engorged shaft. I obediently licked along the length of his cock feeling it almost pulsing through the leather, straining now for release. As he let go of my hair I dropped lower and stayed still, nose to the floor between each boot. 

The crop circled my arse, I felt very naked and vulnerable, a stupidly obvious thing to think in that position! After a couple of seconds he swung it hard onto my flesh where it cut red hot into me, then repeated several times with me starting to cry out and trying to move forward. He was standing with my head between his legs, I had no chance of escape. All I heard was the rush of air as each stroke of the leather covered crop delivered its painful gift and this Master telling me in no uncertain terms to “shut up and keep still!”

My back and arse felt red hot, my own erection had partially subsided and I was now flat on the floor squirming about as I tried in vain to obey his orders and at the same time reduce the pain. Once he thought I’d had enough – more likely He had had enough – he rested one boot in the small of my back and fastened a wide leather collar around my neck, buckling it up tight enough for me to take a sudden breath. This was attached to a leash. With the order “follow” he walked off pulling me along on all fours still. We headed to the stairs which led to the playroom dungeon.

The room was quite light. It held a fuck bench and a St Andrew’s Cross plus a case of other goodies which I was to try out later and, of course, long lengths of different coloured rope. There were beams across the ceiling which would support my weight easily, very easily.

At last I stood, hands behind my back, looking at the floor. But I’d seen him, swiftly, without it being obvious. Tall, a good six inches on me, attractive, broad, muscled and looking every part a Dominant Master. Someone I wouldn’t argue with even if I wanted to.

“Hands in front,” was all he said at this point. He turned my palms so they faced each other and expertly tied them together in a way that would in no way come loose, struggle or not. I knew at this point there was no going back.

A risk taker? Yep, this was one big risk. Did I feel nervous or afraid? No. There seemed to be a bond (no pun intended) between us, unspoken yet very much evident in the atmosphere of the room. I just knew that from this moment on life was going to become more risky and interesting.           

   He turned up seated astride a red Honda Fireblade.I'm not really a bike afficionado but I did know that this was an especially fast one,the choice of the more mature Sunday rider.I saw them every week weaving in and out of the traffic,risk takers.My old listed farmhouse had an access down a private drive and I heard the distinctive burble of the bike as he made his way into the courtyard and parked beside the old coachouse.In many ways the property was ideal for the purpose,rambling and characterful with a large attic where I had equipped my "playroom" as I referred to it,a matter of opinion I suppose if it was play or not.I watched him from the first floor window as he slipped off the bike and removed his helmet.In his full leather biker suit and boots he was a neat,fit looking guy.He made his way to the house and entered by the back door.I heard him climb the stairs.I had given him instructions by E mail and he made his way along the corridor leading to the small bedroom at the end that I had designated as his changing room. I admired this chap's chutzpah.Here he was seventy miles from home and about to allow a total stranger to tie him up.I guessed that he had probably told nobody of his destination that morning,yes,a risk taker. 
                I completed lacing up my boots feeling the delightful swelling of my cock  underneath my leathers.I gave him ten minutes just to allow the tension to build up as I knew it would be .Then I picked up my riding crop and began the long walk along the corridor that ran along the rear of the house to the room where he waited.The sigtht that met my eyes made my cock jump some more.He wore a pair of ankle boots,apart from that he was naked.He was much smaller than me and had a delightfully shaped body with nicely defined shoulders tapering to a narrow waist.With his face to the floor I inspected him with growing approval.The line of his backbone caught my eye,I gently traced the tip of the riding crop along it.He shuddered slightly I could only guess at the cocktail of fear and excitement that was coursing through his brain.He had told me in the mails that we had exchanged before meeting that his experience was limited and I knew that today would probably remain in his mind forever.I certainly intended to make it a memorable session.His mouth went instinctively to my boots,I was impressed,for a novice he seemed to know exactly what was expected of him.He kissed the gleaming black leather of the toes before working up the shaf tof the boot.He hesitated when he reached the knee.I could read his mind now as he wondered what was the next move.He needed a hint.I reached down a gloved hand.His hair was short but there was just enough to get hold of.I pulled him higher and placed his face into the leather crotch of my jeans.He didn't need any more encouragement.I felt his lips on my cock through the tightly stretched leather. His kisses served only to promote my erection still more. as he knelt between my long  booted legs and used his mouth to caress it to a state of throbbing tumescence.I stood for a while,my gloved right hand resting on my right hip,my head back in complete ecstasy.I just had the feeling that this guy was going to be good at this.I pushed him away and placed his head between my legs so that he was gripped tightly between my powerful legs .Using the crop I applied a volley of strokes to his arse.He struggled and I told him to just shut up and take it,combining the intimacy of allowing him to worship my cock with the threat of the punishment I needed to give him for my own satisfaction.This slave first and foremost was here to be trained to my requirements and I fully expected to do that in the way that I chose,deep down I knew it was what he wanted too.I placed him face down on the bare boards and placed a boot in the small of his back as I fastened a wide leather collar with a leash attached around his neck.I picked up the leash and pulled him to his knees.I led him out into the corridor and to the flight of stairs that led to my attic playroom