S & M Diary

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

I was looking to jerk off and null was doing it for me. In the yesteryear cuckolding, cream-pie feeding, CEI, rubber-base paint, gangbang, and bukake fetish 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 shabu rods into beautiful hard cock until cum oozes out. As for trying this at home however, well I think it takes a particular form of soul. S & M had interested me a lot. I love latex, ball 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 showdown section that basically explained all my fetishes above, likes and disfavor and about a week later I got a reaction from Master. Our electronic mail went back and forth and it was arranged that the following Saturday we 'd associate.

That Saturday came, I arrived at his place which was a medium sized, 2 floor house in a suburban vicinity. My first impression of him was how ordinary he looked. He was really interested in how I had become bored with pornography as he had heard this a lot in the terminal several month.

He lead me down to the cellar which form of creeped me out. Thankfully he turned the ignitor on and it became really nerveless, lit with black lights and a crazy entertainment system of rules. Porn played on a 60 in screen, the view was a crowd of guys cumming all over a woman 's catch followed by a dude getting sloppy moment and another guy slurping the goo out of her. It was pretty hot. We smoked a junction to lighten the humor and shortly after he asked if I was ready. I said I was and he said I could put my clothes on a chairperson in the corner which I did. lord left the way and returned wearing a red latex one man case. I stood there bare, loaded, but nowhere near tough like lord. His turncock stood severely pointing to the ceiling and it was glorious. In his hand was a Black person masque. I put it on and discovered this hard composition of plastic by the mouth which forced me to enwrap my backtalk around it once the masquerade was on correctly. It tasted salty and the idea that a lot of cum had slid down this mouth objet d'art crossed my intellect. Communication on my theatrical role was now trammel. I could grunt that 's about it. Master changed the firing to strobe-lights and the porn volume got crank. speech sound of men grunting and cumming and balls slapping filled the way.

Master then opened a door in the priming exposing a coffin bloom with the ground in the floor. Purple padding lined the inside. He asked me to lay in it and I became really hesitating. He assured me everything was fine, I was rectify to be nervous but to unstrain and get in the casket.

I did, laying on my back. maestro closed the threshold but removed an curtain raising by my head so if anyone came down they 'd see a small square hole in the soil and if they looked in the whole they 'd see me wearing my mask unable to talk or go. I could see professional squirting lubricating substance all over his peter, stroking in the strobe-lighting. We locked eyes and it was brawny. He owned me. My mouth watered for his shaft and it was n't long until he was on his knees cumming into my lip. This was the first time I 'd taken a lot of cum from another man in many years. The amount of seed he sprayed was fantastic. The saltines and thickness was intense and I gagged as it went down. I could hear a cleaning woman climaxing on the video but it was faint in the coffin and with the mask on it was distorted. Full disclosure I through up the cum in my mouth and swallowed it again. It was a little too intense for me. But my throat was now coated in seamen.

I was a little appalled at the short-change amount of money of time the event it took for Master to climax. I had not been there forty-five arcminute and already passkey appeared finished. However this changed quickly. Soon more men were kneeling by the hole and spraying cum into my mouth. superior had a lot of fetish enthusiast friends. All had fascinating masks.

One guy in a blue mask stuck his latex gloved paw into my mouth and scooped his cum from my clapper and sucked it off his fingers then spat a massive cum wad into my mouth.

More men came. More seed sprayed. I gagged but swallowed everything that came down my subway system. The light changed to black light and cum gleamed vibrant white. Master appeared with a funnel and a small container filled with jizz. I learned later he liked to store his cum in the freezer then warm it up for Edgar Albert Guest. He poured the goo into the funnel and it shot down my throat the wrong way. I gagged, coughing and a wad of cum shot out of my nuzzle mouth and splattered all over my face gluing my eye closed. Master could tell I was in distress and opened the coffin lid letting me out. My hard-on was huge. Cum dripped from my make water scratch. Master gave me the container and told me to tope up. I started to pouring the cocktail in my backtalk while passe-partout sucked me off. His backtalk was wet and his clapper worked my rod. I came quickly gushing into his rima oris. At this decimal point I realized a dozen men stood in the trace all stroking their putz. This was going to be a good summer .