Part 1

The advertisement was intriguing - "Experienced Master will dominate males and females. Headmaster's Study or Dungeon; long unhurried sessions in quiet rural location", followed by a phone number with a dialling code that showed it quite close by. After an internal struggle I finally called the number. A quiet, deep voice answered and I nervously asked if it might be possible to make an appointment.

"What did you have in mind, the study or the dungeon?" he asked. The dungeon I replied, and explained in response to his questions what kind of things I enjoyed. "It sounds like we should have quite a lot of fun" he said, and we made arrangements to meet the following evening. I was to drive to a specified payphone and call again at 5 pm. At the appointed time I called, and he gave me directions for how to find his house, which I tried to note down with a trembling hand. Back in the car, and set off, driving the last few miles in an agony of anticipation and nervousness. Finally I found the house, on the outskirts of a tiny village, set back behind high hedges with a gravel drive. I turned in and parked, then got out of my car and locked it. The front door of the house, about 20 feet away, opened a crack, and I walked towards it.

As I stepped up to the door it opened, revealing a man of middle height, with a pleasant face and grey hair, dressed in leather waistcoat and trousers. He shook my hand and ushered me inside to a large sitting room, furnished with leather sofas and armchairs. On low tables were sex magazines dealing with SM themes, and on a shelf was a row of dildos! We sat down, he poured me a glass of wine and we started to discuss my interests and desires. As I finally started to talk about my perverted interests with another man, I started to relax, and after a few more minutes he said "Well, I think I have some odeas for a session, so let's get on and make it happen. I am going to take you to the bathroom, and I want you to strip off, relieve yourself if you need to, and use the bidet there to really thoroughly wash your genitals and anus. Then wait naked on all fours on the floor, until I come and fetch you." He stood up and led me out of the lounge and across the hall to the bathroom. Just at the doorway he stopped: "what led you to come for a session with a man?" he asked. I was surprised by the question, then "I just thought that it would be interesting" I replied. "Good, let's try and make it a memorable experience for you".

Five minutes later I was waiting on all floors, naked, with the beginnings of a erection and fluttering in my stomach, when he entered. Gone was the pleasant companion of earlier, now he was the dominant, as he straddled my hips, squeezing them between his legs, and reaching down under me to pinch and pull my nipples. After this he put a wide leather collar round my neck and tightened it just enough to be uncomfortable; then stood up and inspected my anus to make sure it was satisfactorily clean. Then he attached a lead to the collar, and flicking my buttocks with a little switch to goad me along, led me walking on all fours out of the bathroom and along a dark corridor to the dungeon.

We entered a shadowy room, lit by just a few lights, with dark walls and strangely furnished. From the walls hung strange implements of torture, whilst in the middle of the room was a long bench covered in black rubber with straps and other restraints. He made me lick his highly-polished boots, then told me to lift my head. Putting his hand behind it, he pulled me against his leather-clad crotch, and I could feel behind the thin hide the bulk of his cock. He unzipped the pants, took out his thick, half-hard cock, and for the first time I took another penis in my mouth, sucking it greedily in to the back of my throat, milling his cock so it grew hard and thick. As I sucked he began to thrust, pushing it deep into my throat. After a few minutes of this I could tell that he was getting close to coming, so he pushed my head away - "a bit soon for that I think...time for your torture to start."

Part 2

Making me stand up again, Master fitted tight, stout but softly lined cuffs to my wrists and ankles. He placed me facing a mirror, then took each wrist and attached a rope to it by a shackle, at first just holding my wrists at shoulder level. Then he placed a spreader bar on the floor and attached it to one of the ankle cuffs. He spread my legs apart about a meter and attached the other; then tightened the wrist ropes until I was suspended, feet just touching the ground, arms outstretched above my head, in a giant X. I could see myself in the mirror, outstretched, cock half-hard, helpless and vulnerable. He ran his hands lightly over my body, caressed my cock and balls, lightly pinched my nipples, then went over to one of the wall displays of instruments of torture. He returned with a pair of clover-clamps, and slowly and carefully fitted one to the tip of each nipple - finally, the torture started!

I felt the pressure of the clip, and just enough pain, but also the effect of the stim on my cock which started to grow larger. Once again he caressed my body, pulled lightly on the chain coupling the clamps, then pulled it directly out from my body, then up, applying tension to my nipples from different directions and making me gasp from the added but welcome pain. Then he went back to the wall display, returning with a pair of lead fishing weights that he added to the nipple clips, loading them up and now making my nipples definitely hurt! Now I began to feel my position, with the tension in my arms and the pain in my nipples, and my erection standing out which belied the discomfort and signalled my subjection. He went behind me and placed a blindfold securely over my eyes. Then I heard the snap of latex gloves as he sheathed his hands, then the indefinably erotic sensation of latex-covered skin caressing me, cupping my balls, stroking my cock. He stood away, there were small noises, then I felt a hand part my butt cheeks, a lubricated finger rubbing my anus, then gently sliding in, whilst another latex covered hand took my cock and rubbed the skin up and down my shaft....tis was all getting too much, I moaned softly, "please, I don't want to come yet", a quiet chuckle, the hand on my cock left it, the finger up my butt stopped its insistent exploration.

More quiet sounds, then suddenly the tension and pain on my nipples increased as another weight was added. Then I felt fingers around my ball sac, and something was strapped round it, pulling my testicles away from my body. Then the weight increased and I felt an ache deep in my groin as my nuts were stretched. Something initially cool was gently massaged into the glans of my cock, but in rapidly grew hot and felt like burning. My erection went solid, I could feel my cock swollen and engorged. Precum started to flow and I heard it splash on the floor. I heared the rustle of a foil packet being opened, then a condom was unrolled on to my cock to stop the precum dripping.

"Well then, lets see how you get on like this for a while" said my master as he stood back and admired his handiwork, a long scrawny body, stretched out with cock jutting out, condom filling with clear precum, scrotum stretched, nipples on fire. As I stood there I started to feel like all this was happening to someone else, surrounded by velvet darkness in the blindfold, sensation rushing in. After a few minutes, as I began to feel that too much was happening, gentle fingers removed the condom from my penis and something soothing and cool was massaged over it, the burning sensation subsided.

Then something very strange happened. All the time up to now I had heard the small sounds of my tormentor as he noved round the dungeon, but now all went very quiet. Then something seemed to wrap my penis in velvet softness and warmth, with exquisite caresses, sending shivers of pleasure through me, warring yet blending with the pain in my nipples and the ache in my groin. I know yet again that I would be coming before long if this continued, and all too soon, but only just in time, the wonderfull sensations stopped. A few minutes passed, the I heard once again the voice of the master.

"Time I think for the next phase - let's get you down from this." He removed the nipple clips slowly and gently, but making me gasp with pain as sensation and bloodflow returned to each in turn. Reaching down between my legs he removed the parachute from round my balls and the weight that stretched them out. Then he took the tension from the ropes to my arms, and released the cuffs from the ropes and spreader.

I few minutes later I was stretched out on the bench, my ankles held fast in two holes in a hinged, padded wooden piece that locked in place at the base; my cuffed wrists attached to ropes that were linked to a winch at the head of the bench. As he applied another two ratchet clicks to the tension, I summoned all my self control to relax all my muscles, letting go completely and breathing slow and deep. "What muscular control" he said, and ran his hands up and down my body, pinching and rubbing my tender nipples, caressing my erect penis. "And to think that only a few minutes ago when you were suspended there I had your cock deep in my throat and you never knew!" He stopped fondling me and I heard again faint noises, then a rubber mask was applied over my mouth and nose, held on by an elastic strap round the back of my head. "Breath slow and normally" he said. My muscles relaxed further, I heard my heart beating slow and strong, I was hardly conscious of the sound of the striking match, but felt the sudden burning splash of wax from the candle it had ignited on my stomach. Though the pain was sudden and intense, it soon subsided, only to be supplanted by another and another, circling my stomach away from my navel, then up my chest, then suddenly and agonisingly on each nipple in turn. Every splash of pain sent me further into the darkness, nothing mattered but the pain and my dependence on my torturer. Then the dripping started on my thighs, first on the top, then on the sensitive insides, then up to my groin, on my testicles. I know where it would go next, could not stand the thought but wanted nothing more, as it dripped on the base then the shaft then the glans and finally as he took my penis in his hand and gently squeezed then end, opening up the meatus, and dripping the hot wax straight into my urethra.

Then he stopped and removed the mask, time for a breather he said, you took that well. He flicked the bits of wax off my body, pulled some of it out of my chest and belly hair, you'll need a hot bath afterwards to get that off. Slowly I came back down from the pain induced high, as he took each leg in turn lifted it back against my body, attaching the cuffs once again to ropes to hold them back, lifting my arse and splaying my legs to expose my anus. Once again he donned latex gloves, lubed up, and I felt the insistent fingers, first one, then two then three stretching me and massaging my prostate. Finding me rather tight, once again the mask was placed over my nose and mouth and I fell into the remembered darkness, nothing in my consciousness but the invading hand in my body. Finally I could take no more, no more, please! Regretfully he removed his hand; a pity, I was enjoying that but perhaps you have had enough; then I heard the gloves stripped off and a hand took my now-limp penis and started to stroke it. I've lost my erection I complained; never mind your master understands these things;...please I want pain on my nipples again, again I felt the nip and the tug as he pulled my nipples with one hand, stroking my now stiffening cock with the other. Suddenly I knew that I could not resist any longer, I felt the sensations in by groin grow, then suddenly was in a headlong orgasm, so intense it was painful, semen gushing out from me and plashing on my chest and stomach, then it was over, I subsided, I felt his mouth close again on my penis and suck the last drops of come. Now I lay there, damp, sweaty, trembling, aware that I had crossed a line and could never go back, knowing that I would be here again to drink this dark and dangerous pleasure to its dregs.