Wednesday night, I had 'desk duty' at my BDSM club. Meant I was host for the first couple hours of play. Fine with me. I had already had one sub earlier in the day, and another one was planning to come to the club just after I finished desk duty.
At one minute before starting time, the sub called to clarify directions. He was new to me and had never been to the club before. So I cut him a little slack.
When the doorbell rang, I told the sub to come up the long, steep staircase. When he got to the top landing, I told him, simply: "Come here."
A hooded and threatening figure, I ordered the sub to honor Me. He respectfully kissed each boot. That was O/our introduction.
I put him through some mental tortures, determined his limits and thresholds, gave him a safeword, and a brief tour of the dungeon.
He had said that he had little experience, butt that he liked being restrained with his legs spread and his butt played with.
He also said he had come to the dungeon directly from a business dinner (he is an out-of-town sub....) He said he would appreciate being able to clean out. I said: W/we'll make that part of the scene.
Soon the sub was attached to the St. Andrew's cross: essentially spread eagled (for those who may not know what a St. Andrew's cross looks like.)
The sub had had a bad experience the year before. Now he wanted the impression of being in inescapable bondage - but he needed a safety release. So that is what he got, both on the cross and, later, on the hanging bondage table.
I prefer giving bag enemas. But this was the sub's first time with me, so - firmly fixed to the cross - he submitted to several bulb enemas. He wanted them. He wanted them badly. The vulnerability and submission of having his most private place repeatedly penetrated turned him on greatly. He squirmed nicely. And moaned. And thrust his hungry opening against the slender bulb nozzle. And then, I s l o w l y released him from the cross. And after a while left him briefly in the bathroom for private expulsion.
I taught him some moves for quick draining, because he could only stay an hour.
Then to the hanging bondage table, where he asked for a blindfold. (Trust is the essence of the BDSM experience, and I had apparently earned that from him.)
With great precision, I secured his ankle restraints to the chains and, crossing his wrists on his chest, I clipped them securely (but showed him where the clip was.) After that it was nipple play and CBT and added ropes on his chest, arms, waist, thighs, and calves.
The play was gentle at first, then more and more intense. I watched his pelvis buck, and saw him raise his butt from the padded bondage bed. I moved between his legs and let him feel the heat of my solid body against his straining thighs and 'taint. Up and down, I brought him. Teasing his secret place - not so secret at the time since his legs were spread and his butt was arcing off the table. Around and around the edge. The tip of a finger inside - then nothing for a while. Then pressure on the 'taint and more finger inside. And more and more.
All the while the sub was bucking and moaning, straining to take more and more. And I teased to build his anticipation.
Of course the sub could not ejaculate: I have ways of preventing that.... Makes them more hungry. But I did give him several orgasms....
At the end he said: "Sir, that was amazing." He gave me a big, strong hug and kiss.
"Next time," he said. "what else would Master like to do?"
"Let me count the ways....": I said.