Suspended and Whipped

Before I even started my night of pain, I called the store and asked for references for the 'Master' that I was about to play with. They came back glowing. Apparently this guy is famous for what he does, and he has a website that prospective slaves must review to answer questions about what their limits are. Slaves are, however, welcome by invitation only and I was asked not to give the web information to anyone. Even though I felt it was safe, I completed my usual ritual of setting up contingency plans just in case I needed to be bailed out of the situation.

You should not try any shit like this without creating safeguards for yourself. You have absolutely no control over what can happen to you once you are restrained. There are a lot of crazy people out there that will take advantage of you if you are not prepared. So if you are going to do this make sure you play safe.

Ok, so, the house was in a very wealthy part of San Francisco. It was large structure, up on a hill, high enough to see the ocean and Golden Gate Bridge. I drove past the house, parked on the street, and walked back up the driveway.

The submissive guy from the store, Frank, greeted me at the door. He was stark naked except for a series of progressively wide silver rings around the base of his balls which stretched them down.

"My Master is down in the basement waiting for you. He would like for you to go alone." He took me around the house to a small door. It was pitch dark. I had to feel my way down the steep stairs.

From the dark came a deep raspy voice, "Okay, boy, you'll do exactly as you're told." I felt a strong hand grab mine and pull me forward. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness and I could see the Master, some columns and a table. "Give me your shirt." I did.

The Master turned on a dim red light. "Lift up your arms and put them inside those shackles hanging from the ceiling and do it now!"

I did as I was told, looking up to find them. They were these leather mitts that you slipped your hands in. As soon as I did, the Master tightened them, moved behind me and pulled on a hoist, which lifted me high into the air, and spread my arms wide apart. The Master then approached me and pulled my shoes off, and stripped off my jeans and boxers, leaving me totally naked. He attached two more shackles to my feet and attached chains holding them to rings in the floor, spreading my legs wide apart. My dick was limp. I was scared.

I felt some sort of oil being poured all over my back and then front, completely covering my body. I was stark naked, oiled up and completely at his mercy.

The Master pulled a long black whip from the wall. I looked on in horror! This didn't seem to be any whip I would have agreed to, given the chance. It looked like something you would use on horses or something. He snapped it in the air. I jumped in my chains.

The Master moved behind me and uncoiled the whip. "Boy, can you count to twenty?"

I was silent.

"You'll count for me, won't you, boy?  If you forget to count we must start over.  Are you listening, boy"?

"Yes sir," I said.

As if in slow motion, I heard the whip hurl through the wind, pick up speed - whack!!!

"AAAAGGGHH!" I screamed. The pain was excruciating and the oil intensified it. I started to feel a stir in my crotch.

"I didn't hear a 'one' from you, boy.  Let's start over."

Whack!!! "One," I yelped. With each stroke, I counted. With each stroke, my body was propelled forward. With each stroke, I pulled up with my arms. With each stroke, I felt the long pain marks on my back. My cock had grown hard.

By the time he got to 15 I think I was delirious, the pain was unbearable. I started to plead with him to stop, almost using the safe word. The Master continued the punishment, ignoring my cries. He got to twenty and then it was over.

He moved close to me to admire his work, running his hand down my oil slicked back. I winced, still in pain, my back, hot from the torture. I felt his hand move down toward my ass and legs, which were spread wide by the chains. His finger found my anus and easily slid in my hole. He fingered me from the inside swinging me back and forth from my shackled arms. The pleasure was intense. I looked down my abs and focused on my hard cock as he did this.

He moved around me and took hold of my slick cock. "Beautiful cock, boy," he said as he slid his hand up and down my shaft. I wiggled around as the sensations in my cock intensified. I felt as if I was going to cum. I wanted to cum.

"Don't cum, boy," he said as he squeezed my cock and pulled down on it hard. I screamed in pain. "I'm not done with you yet. You'll cum when I tell you to cum."

He squeezed my balls with his now gloved palm while his fingers made their way toward my ass. His finger then entered me. He yanked my balls back, hard, as he entered me. I screamed. I felt a hot sensation now on my balls and ass. The fucker put some sort of chemical on me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed as the hot sensation intensified. He let go. My balls and ass burned.

He stepped back and retrieved another whip. This one was thinner, much shorter and more rigid with several loose leather ends. He began spanking my chest with it. I kept trying to pull back. "Stick your chest out, boy." I tried to comply but it really hurt. Up and down my chest and abs, he beat me with the leather device. I dared not look down for fear of it hitting my face but I knew it had to be red. My balls and ass continued to burn. Intermittently, he would stop and admire his work by rubbing his hands all over my body and cock.

He moved his hand back to my cock and stroked it up and down over and over with greater and greater intensity as if he were going to allow me to cum. I was getting into it. The sensations in my cock coupled with the burning in my balls and ass was intense. "I'm going to cum," I screamed. He pinched the tip of my cock super hard and pulled it up toward my abs. The cumming sensation immediately stopped and my cock deflated. He backed away and stared at me for some time. As he stared, my cock started to grow again as I thought about myself being hung up, stark naked and vulnerable for this stranger.

He retrieved a large leather glove from a table, approached me and swung it against my cock. It hurt, but I love having my cock beat like this, so the pain was pleasure to me. He was surprised that I didn't scream. I realized this and moaned a little just for his pleasure. He hit it again. My cock was rigid and hard. Back and forth he hit it, over and over. Pre-cum sprayed from side to side as he did this. It was hot.

He moved close to me and started to stroke my cock again. He shoved a finger up my still burning hole. Stroking my cock furiously as he fucked my ass with his fingers was pure ecstasy. Without any warning I shot my load all over him. It hit his face and shoulders. A second wave shot over his head. I spasmed as I shot my load.

During this whole session I was suspended in the air. The only thing holding me up was my shackled hands and arms. Every time I was hit, I pulled up with them as far as I could go. By this time in the session my arms and shoulders were mush. I couldn't lift myself up any longer and he noticed.

"Time to take you down, boy." He unshackled me and I fell to the ground exhausted. He pulled out his cock and stroked it as he hovered over me. Soon he was shooting his load all over my naked body.

Frank came out from behind the shadows. "That was hot. Are you ok?" He had been there the whole time. "Get dressed, boy." the Master said. "You're done."

This session was way more pain intense and much less sexual than I expected. It is funny I say that now when almost the whole session last night I was rock hard. Looking back on it, it was a great experience, but I would like it coupled with much more sexual energy.

Comments

[David]

The top dude in the chaps, scruff beard reminds me of a master who worked me over. Lots of sexual heat.