As I pottered around the house arranging things as my gentleman caller had specified I couldn’t help rubbing my 7inch cock through my jeans. I’d met him once previously, but still hadn’t seen his face and had no idea of his name. I opened up the sofa bed in the lounge, turned on the fire. I nipped upstairs and fished out the box of sex aids that I share with Mrs. Back in the lounge I laid out the required kit in a neat row: *1 bottle of poppers *a big bottle of lube *1 small vibrating butt plug *a 7inch dildo *1 enormous butt plug *nipple clamps * leash *three scarves *a blindfold *a riding crop As instructed, I stripped naked leaving on just my slave collar, wrapping myself in a blanket to await instructions. Looking at my athletic body and my big, semi erect dong, I knew that Sir was going to use it mercilessly. I touched myself again and ran a finger round my tight arsehole. The text came in: ‘Leave the front door unlocked, lie on the bed, face down, with the blindfold on’. Trying to make sure the neighbours didn’t see me naked I unlocked the front door and put the inner door on the latch before assuming the required position. With the blanket off I could feel the Autumn cold; I shivered a little. As he let himself in there he made sure he banged the door behind him to let me know he’d arrived. *** He didn’t say a word. A pair of rough hands pulled my arms behind my back and tied them tightly behind at the wrists. Grabbing my ankles he tied them too and then, with the third scarf he pulled arms and ankles together and tied them to each other so I was hogtied and thoroughly at his mercy. Now he brought he lips close to my ear and snarled, 'I’m going to beat you, you slut'. This time I shivered in fear, and in sexual excitement. *** I heard the swish of the crop first and then it bit on my left arse cheek making me cry out. There’d been no warming up, he’d just gone with full force. 5, 10 more blows rained down on my buttocks, the tops of my thighs and worst of all he aimed at the tender patch between my balls and arsecrack. Now I was sobbing uncontrollably, but I could tell my cock was more than semi hard and I was desperate to touch myself. When he started to beat my feet I had to beg him to stop, the pain was unbearable (and for a moment I thought ‘how am I going to go for a run if my feet are bruised’). Accepting my pleas, he pulled me up by my arms. Disorientated by the blindfold, off balance from the unfamiliar position of my restrained arms and legs, and in a hypersensory state from his first beating I crashed off the sofa bed onto the floor. Once again pulling at my arms he manoeuvred me to kneeling. I heard him undo his belt and I could smell his cologne, and the musky smell of his sex. He thrust his beautiful brown girthy cock into my mouth and started thrusting away. Fortunately, I am an expert deepthroater and his cock is no more than 6 inches so he could fuck to his hearts content and I only choked a little. All too soon, he’d finished with my mouth and just for a joyful minute he let me rub my face against the downy hairs on his stomach and breath in his scent. *** Without warning he pushed me hard and I crashed to the floor, smashing my head against the fire. He rolled me over and sat hard on my face; ‘Rim me you little slut’ he growled. Trying to breathe, and to stop our combined body weight from crushing my arms. as he ground down on my face I pushed my tongue as far into his bud as I could lapping at it and trying to think of something else (as of all the sexual things I’ve done, rimming is just something I can’t enjoy).Getting off my face and leaving me panting he snapped, ‘I can tell you weren’t trying hard enough’. Back on my hands and knees more blows rained down from the riding crop till, once again, I was begging him to stop. *** Abruptly, my Master, my abuser, my god took pity. Almost delicately, he stroked my wounded back and arse. He ran his fingers along my arse crack and even wanked my aching nob for a moment. Squirting some lube on my arsehole he inserted the vibe and turned it to full power. Waves of pleasure emanated from that deep place inside and through my body. Relaxing into the vibe I almost forgot the throbbing where he’d thrashed me. As I sighed with pleasure he sat on the sofa and let me suck him again, and this time he let me take my time, worshipping at his cock, licking his shaft and balls and cleaning under his foreskin with my tongue. *** I was enjoying myself so much, and expecting that my ordeal was over and that Master would let me drain his balls that I squeezed too hard and the vibe popped out of my arsehole. This enraged him again. He scolded me for being careless and told me that while he thought I was tight, clearly my slut hole was too big for such a small insertion. He grabbed the lube and squirted it all over my arse and rammed the dildo up inside me. In agony I screamed in pain. I really wasn’t ready for that. The bottle of poppers was held to my nose and I felt the hit; it made me sway and I felt my muscles release. The dildo slipped in and he started to slowly frig me. Now I was enjoying this and my cock stiffened. Only when the dildo went all the way in did it hurt my bowls. Leaving the dildo in my arse he took the nipple clamps and clipped them on making me cry out in pain, once again. Stuffing a pair of my girly panties into my mouth to shut me up he went to work with riding crop again until I was writhing around trying to escape. *** His voice cut through my pain addled, over excited state. ‘Where’s your phone slut?’...’I said where’s your phone?’. As best as I could, muffled by the panties in my mouth, I told him the kitchen. The click of the camera told me that he was taking photos of my damaged, restrained body. Close ups of the nipple clamps on my tits and of the dildo hanging out of my arse. ‘You’ll put these up on the site where we met, so everyone can see your humilation and what cock hungry slut you are’. I nodded meekly and despite myself my cock stirred again. *** He pulled the dildo out of my arse and with another hit of poppers replaced it with the biggest anal plug I own. This time it went in with no problem at all and I could feel it filling my bowls. I relished squeezing the muscles in my ring around it. Oh, how I wished he would fuck me. He undid the knots on my wrists (blessed relief) and I felt the leash clip onto my slave collar and he dragged me out of the lounge, with me following unsteadily on hands on knees in the dark of the blindfold. Up the stairs and into the bathroom; I knew what was coming. ‘Open your mouth slut’ I felt his warm stream hit me and it covered my body. Soon the blindfold was sodden and the my mouth was full of his golden nectar. As the torrent slowed to a dribble he rammed his semi erect cock into my mouth and started pumping away. I was lost in delirium as he hardened in my mouth and then, all too suddenly, with a grunt he came in torrents. I tried to swallow as much as I could but some escaped, mixing with his pee as it ran down my body. *** As he came down from his climax there was an almost tender moment as I breathed in his scent and he let me hold him round his waist for the first time since we’d met three weeks earlier. He breathed ‘seeya next time slut’ and he was gone. I didn’t raise the blindfold til I heard the door slam and then I wanked furiously and came like I never come before. There I was kneeling in the bath in a pool of pee and my cum with his juices all over me. On wobbly legs I removed the butt plug. I rinsed the bath and filled it with warm water and bubbles to sooth the bruises I’d be wearing for a couple of weeks yet.