KINK ENCOUNTER: The Voyeur
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06 October 2020
Recon member ToBeCollaredbySir shares the story of the night Master X came to visit his boi, and brought with him a visitor…
I woke with alarm, startled from deep sleep, adrenalin pumping, heart racing.
Unable to shout out, a hand covered my mouth, another hand gripping my locked collar, and two strong hands held down my ankles. As I struggled, Master X's voice re-assured me, "Surprised eh boi? It's okay boi, Sir has come for a visit. We have a guest. boi is going to get used tonight".
Sir had His own key, and as my owner, was entitled to access whenever He wished, to visit or be serviced by His boi.
Master X insisted his boi slept with ankle and wrist restraints joined, restricting movement. All that week He had ordered i sleep naked, and hands immobilised with mitts. i now felt comfort in sleeping in restraints or gear as ordered, it had taken some getting used to, but I now felt undressed and uncomfortable without these symbols of Master X's Dominance.
I had been sent to bed extra early that night.
The Rules stated; 'boi must be in bed by 10.30PM. Lights out at 11PM', but on occasion I was ordered to bed earlier, and knew better than to disobey.
"Be in bed by 9.30 tonight, understood boi? "
I had responded and obeyed without hesitation. Sir's orders had the effect of re-assuring that I was cared for and considered.
As I lay still, feeling Sir's fingers probing my mouth, and fitting a large ball gag, I realised that Sir had said, "with a guest". There was an extra pair of hands holding me down.
My cock rose, the blood filling the capillaries, until my meaty cock stood proud, swelling to full extent. Sir liked to keep me in chastity, and I submitted faithfully, sometimes struggling with self -control, but not touching own cock unless gloved or mitted, never cumming without permission. It was tough, frustrating, but I took great pride in obeying Sir, serving Sir was more important than wanking and breaking my word.
I felt my legs being forcefully spread and restrained to the bed posts, as were my wrists, exposing my body fully to Sir and the visitor. I writhed and struggled against my bonds, but movement was limited. A blindfold buckled tightly in place made me more vulnerable. Immobile and unable to see, my imagination raced. Who was the visitor? Was it someone I knew? What did Sir have in mind for me?
I was Sir's property, and since the contract had been signed, Sir had become increasing controlling and possessive. I had been forbidden to have sex with others, even kiss others, as a sign of my devotion. I had not been close to another man, or even touched by another man, since these rules came into force, and now there was a stranger, standing over me in my bedroom.
I was Sir's. Master X had exclusive rights to me and my body. So what was the visitor doing here?
I felt the stranger's presence, and despite being blindfolded could sense him looking at my naked and vulnerable body. I could hear his breathing, and with senses heightened could detect the stranger's personal odour, clean, slightly musky.
I quivered in anticipation, while Master X stroked my chest and belly, Sir's gloved hands moving slowly down my legs, causing my cock to harden even more.
Sir was showing His boi off to the stranger, demonstrating His power over his very submissive boi! I relaxed slightly, Sir ordering me to breathe deeply, exhale and to be calm.
I trusted Sir, I strived to please Sir at every opportunity, wanting to excel. For Sir to be proud of His boi.
Master X had never shared me before, I was apprehensive to say the least.
"These boi's nipples need some attention" Sir exclaimed, and I felt the cold sharp pinch of tight nipple clamps being applied, Sir pulling roughly on the chain that joined them, causing my cock to twitch and jerk involuntarily, and me to gasp in pain.
"Tonight My guest is going to watch you serve Me boi, that is all. We have a Voyeur. He was curious about My very submissive boi. Time to show you off boi, and demonstrate how well My boi serves Sir"
I mumbled through the tight gag in agreement, and felt Sir loosening the gag buckle.
"Firstly, Sir's cock needs attention boi. Show our visitor how well trained at sucking My cock boi is".
Opening my mouth obediently, I moistened my lips eager for the cock I worshipped and dreamed of. The only cock allowed to me. The only cock I wanted and needed.
I felt Sir's stiff cock brushing my lips, His large PA ring entering my mouth and teasing my tongue. Smelling the scent of Sir, causing me to groan in pleasure, as my own cock rose and stiffened further.
The length of Sir's cock entered my awaiting mouth, short thrusts as my lips encircled Sir's girth, accommodating, not daring to suck until receiving Sir's command to do so.
"Now boi, suck me well boi, deep and slow boi" Sir instructed.
I took Sir's cock deep into my throat, I'd been well trained to please, feeling the PA tickle the back of my throat, controlling my gag reflex, the swollen head, taking in the satisfying length of my Masters cock, feeling His tight ball sac on my chin, while Sir's breath grew heavier, gasping at the pleasure his boi was giving him. My well lubricated mouth and throat gliding along Sir's shaft, careful not to rush, knowing Sir was in no hurry to cum tonight.
As Sir's pleasure heightened, he started to thrust His cock deep into my throat, hard and fast, grunting with each thrust, my mouth His personal and exclusive fuck toy.
Sir withdrew slightly, ordering me to lick His cock head.
I switched to swirling my tongue around the glans and lapping at the tender frenum, causing Sir to moan in pleasure.
Withdrawing His cock from my mouth, I was commanded to lick Sir's ball, and I complied, my tongue enthusiastically lapping at the soft skin, savouring the musky sweaty odour and taste of my Master.
"Good boi, that's enough"
"Let's get you untied for some discipline. Time to show our guest how red your arse cheeks get boi!"
I nodded in agreement, to be used by Sir was my purpose, even when startled from sleep in the middle of the night. Sir taking what was His by right. Submissive and obedient. Owned, Collared, Contracted. No choices, Sir's will.
"On your knees boi and arse up", commanded Master X
I did as boi was told, and bowed in submissive position, head down, arse up.
Sir had said he wanted to show the mysterious Voyeur how red His boi's arse could get. A paddling, perhaps or a flogging?
I was soon to find out my fate. My wrists and ankles were fastened to the beds tie down points, and I heard Master X, selecting His means of discipline.
"Ah yes boi this will do nicely, boi is in for a treat! This is going to hurt boi", said Master X. I heard the voyeuristic visitor grunt in approval, and ominously felt him move closer to me, positioning himself at my head. This was followed by the sound of a zipper, and rustle of clothing. It could only be the voyeur's pants being unzipped and cock released, Sir and I had obviously caused arousal. Was the visitor wanking over the sight of scene?
"Ready boi? Count out the strokes and remember to be thankful to Sir" ordered Master X
Then I knew I was in trouble and that it was to be painful indeed, as I felt the cane moving over my smooth, shaved buttocks, and I tensed in fear.
"Only 50 strokes tonight boi!" Sir laughed cruelly, and the voyeur joined in, and I gasped as the first stroke landed and bit into my flesh.
"One Sir, thank You Sir", wincing as the cane stung my tender flesh
"Two Sir thank You Sir".
Sir carefully aimed the swipes, to criss -cross my arse cheeks, I knew that would be dramatically red and welted very shortly.
"30 Sir thank You Sir", I gasped, really struggling with the pain now, but Sir was relentless, cruelly enjoying His boi's pain and submission.
I knew from experience that Sir would have a throbbing erection of His own by now, cruelty and submission greatly excited Sir. I could hear the voyeur breath deepening, panting, and assumed he was jerking off, enjoying the spectacle and my suffering.
"40 Sir Thank You Sir" .By now there was not a millimetre of my arse skin not caned, and on fire.
"45 Sir thank You Sir", I sobbed, trying to endure the last of the cutting blows.
The next 5 strokes intensified, Sir was going out hard on me, and showing His power.
"46 Sir thank You Sir, 47 Sir thank You Sir, 48 Sir Thank You Sir , 49 Sir thank You Sir, 50 Sir thank You Sir" I grunted in exhaustion, close to collapse.
At that moment, as I slumped, I felt a warm surge of liquid, The wanking voyeur had deposited his load of cum on my head. The Voyeur then roughly rubbed the cum to my shaven scalp, as Master X tenderly and proudly caressed my fiery arse cheeks.
"Well done boi, you have pleased Sir tonight".
"Stay put boi, while I see our guest out".
I heard their footsteps recede and muted conversation, as Sir guest departed.
Sir's booted footsteps sounded loudly on the slate kitchen floor, a sound that thrilled me always, and Sir returned, untied me, inviting me to lie down besides Him.
"Now boi is going to make Sir cum, boi knows what Sir likes".
With that, Sir kissed me passionately on the mouth, and my moistened fingers moved automatically to caress Sir's nipples, my engorged cock slowly thrusting at Sir's leather clad leg. Sir moaned in pleasure, as He jerked himself off, while I caressed and teased His nipples. I eagerly anticipated the treat to come, licking up Sir juices, knowing my own cum must remain in my balls, which were aching with desire and pent up sexual frustration.
"Don't you dare cum boi" Sir warned.
Sir's pleasure paramount. Always.
One of my greatest challenges and sacrifices, to endure, and remain chaste for Sir, until milked for Sir's pleasure or amusement.
As I humped Sir's leg, like a dog, careful not to go too far and spill my own cum, I felt Sir writhe and spasm. I loved to that feeling, knowing I had given Sir pleasure, whilst denied that same release.
Sir moaned and sighed loudly with satisfaction. 'Now,lick it up boi, every drop.'
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