S & M Diary

So I 'm not a writer but after a summer of amazing sex I thought I 'd contribution it with others. I 'm a male person, 35, fit, attractive, bisexual, married and this is all dependable and begins back in June when I had become bored with porn.

I was looking to jerk off and nothing was doing it for me. In the past cuckolding, cream-pie eating, CEI, latex paint, gangbang, and bukake juju were always my go to when I needed a release. But they just were n't doing it for me anymore. I had recently stumbled upon sounding which is form of hot. It 's basically guy 's sliding glass gat into beautiful intemperate cocks until cum oozes out. As for trying this at home however, well I think it takes a limited form of person. S & M had occupy me a lot. I love latex, bollock gags, masque, but not really the idea of being whipped.

So I went on Craigslist and posted a very specific ad looking for a Master in the Casual meeting department that basically explained all my fetishes above, the like and disfavour and about a week later I got a response from captain. Our emails went back and forth and it was arranged that the following Saturday we 'd connect.

That Sat came, I arrived at his place which was a medium sized, 2 trading floor house in a suburban neck of the woods. My low impression of him was how ordinary he looked. He was really concern in how I had become bored with smut as he had heard this a lot in the last respective calendar month.

He lead me down to the basement which variety of creeped me out. Thankfully he turned the Christ Within on and it became really nerveless, lit with calamitous lighting and a crazy entertainment system. Porn played on a 60 in concealment, the scene was a gang of guys cumming all over a woman 's grab followed by a sheik getting haphazard seconds and another guy slurping the goo out of her. It was pretty hot. We smoked a joint to buoy up the modality and shortly after he asked if I was ready. I said I was and he said I could put my clothes on a death chair in the corner which I did. captain left the room and returned wearing a red latex one small-arm suit. I stood there naked, buckram, but nowhere near hard like professional. His cock stood hard pointing to the ceiling and it was glorious. In his hand was a black masquerade. I put it on and discovered this voiceless piece of plastic by the mouth which forced me to wrap my mouth around it once the masque was on correctly. It tasted salty and the melodic theme that a lot of cum had slid down this mouth musical composition crossed my mind. Communication on my division was now limited. I could grunt that 's about it. sea captain changed the lighting to strobe-lights and the pornography mass got crank up. Sounds of men grunting and cumming and balls slapping filled the room.

Master then opened a threshold in the terra firma exposing a coffin flush with the ground in the floor. purpleness padding lined the interior. He asked me to lay in it and I became really hesitating. He assured me everything was fine, I was right to be nervous but to make relaxed and get in the casket.

I did, laying on my cover. sea captain closed the threshold but removed an orifice by my head so if anyone came down they 'd see a diminished square hole in the earth and if they looked in the unit they 'd see me wearing my mask ineffective to lecture or affect. I could see Master squirting lube all over his turncock, stroking in the strobe-lighting. We locked eyes and it was right. He owned me. My sassing watered for his stopcock and it was n't long until he was on his human knee cumming into my mouth. This was the first-class honours degree prison term I 'd taken a lot of cum from another man in many yr. The measure of seed he sprayed was fantastic. The saltines and thickness was vivid and I gagged as it went down. I could hear a woman climaxing on the picture but it was faint in the coffin and with the mask on it was distorted. Full disclosure I through up the cum in my sassing and swallowed it again. It was a piffling too intense for me. But my throat was now coated in seamen.

I was a petty scandalize at the curt measure of time the event it took for captain to climax. I had not been there xlv arcminute and already captain appeared finished. However this changed quickly. Soon more men were kneeling by the pickle and spraying cum into my mouth. Master had a lot of juju partisan protagonist. All had fascinating masks.

One guy in a blue masque stuck his latex paint gloved helping hand into my lip and scooped his cum from my glossa and sucked it off his fingers then spat a monumental cum wad into my mouth.

More men came. More seed sprayed. I gagged but swallowed everything that came down my tube. The light changed to black light and cum gleamed vibrant white. Master appeared with a funnel and a humble container filled with jizz. I learned later he liked to put in his cum in the freezer then warm it up for guests. He poured the goo into the funnel shape and it shot down my pharynx the wrong way. I gagged, coughing and a wad of cum shot out of my scent mouth and splattered all over my face gluing my eye closed. overlord could tell I was in distress and opened the coffin lid letting me out. My hard-on was vast. Cum dripped from my take a leak slit. schoolmaster gave me the container and told me to drink up. I started to pouring the cocktail in my mouth while Master sucked me off. His mouth was wet and his spit worked my rod. I came quickly gushing into his mouth. At this breaker point I realized a dozen men stood in the tail all stroking their stopcock. This was going to be a in effect summertime .