Being with Daniel again was beautiful; he always made me feel tops and took all the strains of a very hard working week at the office away. We had a perfect arrangement staying over with tech other weekends, one weekend at his pad and the other at mine.
Both venues suited us perfectly, Daniel was into light BSM and had a home made dungeon where he liked to partake in some of his most secret fantasies, and as long as it did not involve pain I was game. But when he stayed with me, we slept in my old Victorian four poster bed and played role games like he played the master of the house and me the servant lad which he had taken a fancy too, and was forced (playfully if course) to submit to all his sexual deviance's which seemed perfect for both if us to enjoy a wonderful thrill, he with his BSM tendencies tying me to as bed rail and having his way with me. Like he was sucking me dry, looping my balls with different coloured ribbon, he loves that, and ringing my hole with blue lipstick, me perched and tied up like a chicken ready for the table. Enduring the freakiest thinks he loved to do with my rear end. The silk covering was nice, the feeling of it against my burning flesh as he slid it over my body, the feather duster rampaging and tickling my balls was riveting, I felt so ready and so hot and cried out for his fuck to finally gratify the deep ache I felt for the fuck of his hard cock in my ass.
