Another fucking, another flogging...

Last week I went over one evening to see my Master and we caught up with what had been going on with each other as Sir had been very busy with important personal things.

We ended up with some casual fun, some pain with Master torturing my toes and then me licking his feet. Master then got me on my stomach and then got on top and fucked me. During the fucking he got his arm round my neck and pressed…

The next thing I knew it was like waking up in the morning in a strange bed. Where am I? Yes I'd passed out - I'm not sure about this sensation it's very weird. When I actually wake up from sleep I know where I am - but this? Well it can take several seconds to know where I am. It can be a bit scary as I seem to lose all short term memory for a while.

But all in all, a good evening.

I knew that Master was busy at the weekend, so I wasn't expecting much contact and when I hadn't heard from Master before Sunday morning I decided to cook myself some dinner. Hardly had I finished it than I got a text from Master asking what i was doing in an hour or so. I replied I had nothing planned whereupon he asked me out to lunch with his Alpha.

The outcome was that I accompanied my Top Pair (Master and Alpha) out to a carvery though I kept to a starter and sweet having eaten dinner. Master's Alpha had recently purchased a full leather cops uniform made to measure and he wore that. He looked good in to too - very handsome, very hot. During the meal I had to say to Master that since I'd met them both, and since Sir had placed me into some leather I had started to be very interested in getting some myself - nothing fancy but perhaps a waistcoat like Sir and a harness like the one Master had put me into weeks ago.

After the meal, I offered to take them back to mine to spend some time in the garden and indeed we did, and we chatted. During the conversation I was a little cheeky, and Master's Alpha said he ought to flog me. I said we best head back to their place then (also cheekily), but it wasn't too long before we did.

Once there I was soon naked, standing in their Frame while Sir proceeded to flog me. Master make some comment to Sir about the flogging, (which I didn't catch) before retiring to leave Sir to it while he went for a nap as he was tired.

I'd counted 55 strokes when Sir stopped. I was pleased he had paused as it was getting to a point where each stroke was becoming heavy. I was expecting a second set but Sir had other ideas. Taking out a pair of tit clamps from his pocket where he carries them, he proceeded to place them on my nipples. These are the type with sharp teeth and it wasn't long before they were hurting as he pulled them about by their chain. Meanwhile I was instructed to take Sir's cock and simultaneously play with his nipples with my hands - obviously not as harshly is mine were being treated.

This action moved into the lounge where Sir got me kneeling while he laid back to accept my cock worship. After a while he took the tit clamps off and replaced them in a different position. This he did again and again while wanking himself and torturing my nipples. After a while he asked if I knew what he was doing. He told me he was edging himself to my pain. I was pleased to be of such service to Sir. I also enjoyed finding how much I could take as each time the clamps were re-attached and the pain shot through me.

Eventually Sir came and allowed me the gift of his spunk, but by then my nipples had been pretty much been switched off by my brain, with only the most intense pain getting through. Simple touching them I could hardly feel. My nipples were to come back to life though and for the next couple of days were sore reminders of the Sunday afternoon very nice.

Thank you Sir.

Master awoke from his nap feeling refreshed and while his Alpha went off to go online, Master and I chatted, he then decided that he wanted to practice some more bastinado but only on one foot. This seemed odd and unbalanced as I expected Master to move onto the second foot and oddly while not wanting it one one level, I kinda missed not having the second foot spanked - very odd.

We then ended up in bed where he got me servicing him before more chatting where we spoke about some of the things he wanted to try out on me, from caning through sounds to some other forms of breath control, with masks to long term bondage and even sensory deprivation.

The first I've experienced before and indeed I will have to write part two of my history which covers why I probably didn't become a slave earlier in my life but suffice to say at the moment that caning was involved. Since then however I've had some good, if hard, experiences too, so it's something that I often think with part of my brain I want, but look towards with trepidation and fear that it'll happen too.

As to the other things, with sounds I don't know (though once someone placed a catheter down my knob and that was painful for a week every time I peed). Sensory deprivation? Hmm maybe for a while but I'm sure Sir would want it to go beyond what I might fancy - that being the point? Tight bondage just seems it'd be likely to hurt over a long time and not in a good way - but we'll see, or at least I'm sure I will.