I was about to turn thirty when this started. I had just split up with my girlfriend of six months pretty acrimoniously as I had found out that she was cheating on me. Unhappy with life I plunged into despair until I came across a BDSM site on the internet that took my interest . I had always been turned on and intrigued by the lifestyle and was in no doubt that I was submissive by nature as I was always getting used and taken advantage of. Deep down I enjoyed that, I had a weird enjoyment of being embarrassed and even humiliated that I could never really understand. Until now that is. Reading the site and hearing what others did made me understand me a bit more and realise some things about myself.
I wrote to several Mistresses (or Dommes) online with no success and virtually no replies and it was then, just as I was losing hope of finding an answer here that I decided to write to a male dominant. I was not gay, nor had harboured any thoughts in that direction previously but his advert intrigued me. For a start he lived in a town only thirty minutes away from me, secondly he especially wanted straight men to answer him and finally he promised humiliation for any who dared write to him, and as I knelt naked reading his page and profile on my computer, the dark side of my personality craved humiliation and self abuse. So I wrote and applied to Master Max. Even now, knowing what has happened to me since, I do not know if that was either the best or worst thing I had done in my life - one thing is for sure it certainly irrevocably changed it.
His first reply back to me was not encouraging, short and sweet he demanded details about me, my life and a picture and stated not to bother even replying unless I was totally prepared to obey absolutely everything he told me to do. I hesitated before replying to him, unsure if I was doing the right thing but again a stiffening cock at the thought of what I was doing convinced me to give him all he wanted to know and the next night my phone rang.
"Is that John?"
"Yes"
"Good. This is your Master Max speaking"
And so he came further into my life. Even in that first phone call he informed me of how it would be his intention to humiliate me and degrade me, I think he wanted to give me a chance to back out of what I was embarking on. But I just gave myself over to his will. Ready to commit myself fully to this. He seemed pleased and before he had rung off I had told him more private details about myself and promised to send him more over the next week. Our first meeting would be at my house the next Saturday, where he promised me I would experience a day like no other that I had lived in my life up to then. All this must seem stupid and reckless and dangerous on my part, giving so much to someone I had never met before, in truth it was but I did not care, I had given up on myself by now as a person and whatever would come would come. And boy did it come!
All that week the Master got more and more information from me and by the time Saturday afternoon came around I was almost sick with worry and anticipation. At three o'clock exactly my doorbell rang and I quickly moved to answer it. As instructed I was completely naked when I opened the door and came face to face with the man I had given myself over to.
I knew he was forty eight but I was surprised how well put together he appeared to be, very muscular and an intimidating height. I stood just inside the door staring into his deep, dark, hypnotic eyes.
"Get down on your knees Bitch!" he spat at me "And never again look into my eyes, a pathetic specimen like yourself does not deserve to gaze upon me."
He stood on the doorstep watching as I obediently dropped to my knees before him, conscious that if one of my neighbours or a passer-by were to look over they would see me like this in my own home, worrying, but it gave me a real thrill. He left me there for a minute before ordering me to crawl on hands and knees into my living room. There he pulled the blinds fully open, again ensuring that if anyone chose to spy through my window they would witness what was happening to me.
"So you're the bitch that wants to me dominated and humiliated are you? I really was expecting better. Still we'll have make do. You can start by cleaning my shoes with your tongue, I seemed to have stepped in all sorts on my way here."
He towered over me as I crawled over to him and obediently dipped my head to his shoes and tentatively began to run my tongue over his black shoes.
"For fucks sake slave! That's pathetic, get your tongue going harder" he bellowed at me and I cringed at the thought of my open front door.
I licked away for at least ten minutes and by that time my tongue was sore and felt dirty, and I felt like the lowest form on earth. My Master looked down at my cowed form and reached into a holdall he had come in with and threw a magazine onto the carpet in front of me. I could hardly fail to see the front cover and discover it was a hardcore gay porno magazine.
"Open it to page 37" he barked at me.
I fumbled my way through the pages until I got to page 37 - it was a two page picture of a young guy on his knees taking a cum facial from a standing older man. I knew I wasn't gay but couldn't deny the picture was erotic as I concentrated on it.
"Ha! Look at you (he prodded my hardening cock with his shoe tip) you're turned on by that aren't you? Aren't you?"
My eyes lowered I could only answer "Yes Master" sheepishly.
"You wish that was you there taking that man's cum, tasting it, feeling it splash over your worthless face, come on admit it."
I knelt there and admitted it to him much to his pleasure and noted the rising at his crotch - it was not small. He laughed at my gaze and ordered me to grip my own cock and jerk off while I looked at the picture imagining I was the guy taking the facial. I was quickly fully erect at 6" and in a world of my own tugging away at my penis, nearing a ball bursting climax.
"Stop!" the Master bellowed and somehow I managed to obey his command.
"You will not cum, this not about you and you getting enjoyment now crawl your way to your bedroom, quickly!"
So I crawled out into the hall, again praying no one was looking in and crawled up my stairs and into my bedroom, the Master always just behind me. When we were both in the room he ordered me up onto my knees so my head was level with his belt, my back to the door and told me to unzip his trousers and to release his hardening cock. This was the acid test for my submission and as a part of my mind ordered me to back out now I found my hands reaching out and unzipping him and bringing out a very thick, large circumcised penis whose eye I was staring right into.
