By bossox

i had contacted Master via the Recon site. i travel to Chicago fairly often and we agreed to meet one free afternoon that i had during my trip. i explained to Him what interested me and after several back and forth emails, it seemed like we might be a good fit. Master is a definitive top, strict and demanding but He assured me that He was safe and would respect my limits, but with a view towards generally expanding them. This gave me a great deal of comfort.

As to my interests, they’re your normal, run-of-the-mill slave sort of things:

• Bondage and discipline of course – preference is for leather cuffs, steel handcuffs and other restraints, and chains rather than rope. i like punishment in the form of flogging and straps as opposed to spanking.
• Uniforms – military and police.
• Dress socks – particularly black OTCs. This is perhaps a bit beyond the run-of-the-mill stuff but they are so exciting. Suits too (probably a form of the uniform thing).
• Scenes – military and prison.

The trip seemed to take forever between various meetings. Finally, the agreed time came and i drove to Master’s suburban home. i was a bit nervous and could feel my hear beating. But it was exciting too.

My orders were to knock twice on the door and then come in to the house, face the wall, and strip down. i was ordered to leave my socks on because they are a special interest for me. Master said that they are not an especial interest of His, but that He “gets it.” i was grateful that He let me keep them on. i was then ordered to fold my clothes. Master then came and guided me into the dungeon area where we talked for a few moments and reviewed our expectations and He gave me a brief blood pressure and heart rate test. Everything was fine and the session began.

Master told me that i didn’t fold my clothes properly. There were six items, so i was placed in handcuffs and ordered to bend over a bondage table and received six swats with a leather paddle. i was forced to count them off … “One, Sir, Thank You, Sir” … until he delivered all six as punishment and correction for my error. i was then ordered to stand up. The handcuffs were removed and i was placed in full chains: a neck collar, steel wrist cuffs placed in front, and steel leg cuffs (over my black OTC socks). Master placed a chain – a really heavy one – between the collar ring and the chain connecting the wrist cuffs and then another from another link in the wrist cuffs chain to the leg cuffs. i was as hard as a plank!

i was then marched (more like a hobble!) into the jail in the dungeon. i was ordered to face the wall while Master berated me for my mistakes. Then He took the wrist cuffs off, removing the connecting chain and ordering me to put my hands behind my head. He moved me to the front of the cell and put my hands through the bars and reconnected the wrist chains. i was locked to the door. The feel of the bars and the cuffs on my hands, the collar on my neck, and the other cuffs against my socked feet were amazing. This was what i was looking for.

After leaving me there for awhile, Master put a leather hood on my head. This removed a lot of my sensory feelings, but the feeling of the steel and the captivity was still there … and so exciting. it’s hard to tell how long i was in that position without being able to see, but eventually Master opened the cell door and disconnected my hands from the door. i was ordered out of the cell and Master took off all of the chains. i hadn’t realized how heavy they had been and, while i loved how they felt – really loved it! – it actually felt good to have them off for a bit.

Master then put me in a set of leather foot and wrist cuffs. He attached the wrist cuffs behind my back and then marched me over to a St. Andrew’s cross. He unclipped the wrist cuffs and attached them over my head on the top of the cross and then attached my legs to the bottom parts. He commenced flogging me. it started off gently and increased in intensity. As i got a bit more … shall we say vocal … in my response to the whipping, Master put a gag in my mouth. The flogging went on and covered my back, butt, and thighs. it was amazing! i couldn’t see myself but Master assured me that i was pretty red, and it certainly felt that way.

Master took me down from the cross and removed the gag, attached chains to the foot cuffs, and attached the wrist cuffs behind my back. i was marched over to the bed. Master lied down on it and i was ordered to get on it and suck on His socks that he had put on (it turned out that they were Gold Toe Dress Socks, which i love; i could feel that they were nylon, but i couldn’t see them as the hood was still on). Then i sucked His dick until He came. i was left on the bed for a time, still in the various cuffs, aching to come myself but not given the permission to do so.

A bit later, Master came back in and took off the various cuffs and chains and the hood. There may have been two seconds before he yelled at me: “Slave, Stand at Attention Now.” i moved as quickly as i could and stood at attention.

“Slave, you are to respond to any order with ‘Sir, Yes Sir.’”.

“Sir, Yes Sir. Sir, No excuse, Sir.”

“I appreciate that you take responsibility, but you still need to be corrected and punished.”

“Sir, Yes Sir.”

“Bend over and grab your calves.”

“Sir, Yes Sir.”

A second later the leather strap connected with my butt again. “Sir, One Sir, thank You, Sir.” Five swats later, He yelled out “Attention, Slave!”

i stood at attention as ordered. Master corrected the way i held my arms, thumbs, and feet. He adjusted my head position. Once corrected, He put me in a leather chest harness and a cock and ball pouch. i then learned a proper “at-ease”. i got back to the Attention position properly and then we practice right, left, and about faces. It was great!

After a final round of the attention position, the scene ended. i had no concept of how long we had been going. it turned out to be five hours. Wow! We reviewed what went well, what was hard. Master challenged me to expand my limits, particularly tit torture which He really likes to inflict but which is hard for me. i’d really like to be able to do that for Him. Master gave me his socks that i had worshiped as a present and i left mine for Him.

i can’t wait for my next trip to Chicago and see where this relationship goes. For the moment, i’ll say this:

“Sir, thank You, Sir!”

 

Metal would like to thank the author, bossox, for this story!