Gay tied up - Yeah, I'm into it
"Hello, you horny gays and welcome to my little dungeon!"
This is how (or something like) I greet most of my clients. I work full-time as a Dom for gays and love it when the gay sits, kneels, lies or even floats tied up in front of me. Over time, I have been able to build a steady clientele. My regular customers appreciate what I do and even with newcomers I always manage to convince.
When "50 Shades of Grey" came out, ... Oh man, ... Suddenly everyone wanted to feel my whip and ropes mine. But let's face it: these practices may look good on screen and may have led to a jerk-off session for one or the other, but: they have little to do with reality. BDSM and gay being tied up is different.
Maybe some of my customers had too romantic an idea of the whole thing? After all, many of them have already left because it was then "too violent" for them. With me there is just no housewives BDSM with light slaps on the butt. With me there is fun of a special kind.
Who booked a session with me will know and love the sweet pain and want more afterwards, ... At least if the preference is really there. Some time ago, a young man also came to my Dungeon to be able to live out sexually. According to his own statement, he actually did not have much over for pain and torment, but he had heard that I was a master of bondage arts (I also give lessons). He tells me he has long had the fantasy of being wrapped and tied up while someone else verbally degrades him.
It should be fine with me, because dominance can be executed on many levels. Meanwhile, the young man has become one of my regular customers and we have already experienced the most diverse things together. I also occasionally take him to events where he is constricted for hours and can not move.
I would now like to tell you the story of how "the piece of dirt" found its way into my dungeon and became a regular customer. I was preparing the instruments for my workday when the first appointment came up. When the door opened, I saw a young man no older than 25.
Rather shyly and a little lost, he looked at the various utensils and accessories. My trained eye told me that he had taken a liking to my ropes and cords. He began to grin slightly as he surveyed the various sizes and lengths. To see this Gay tied up... What would that be like?
Bondage and humiliation - A gay tied up in my dungeon
I took a few steps toward him and he was still eyeing the ropes and cords. "Do you like what you see, my boy?", I started the conversation. He looked me in the eye and nodded slightly.
"I didn't hear you!", I now said firmly, because after all this was my job. He looked at me intimidated and said only: "Excuse me, master, but I came here especially for a reason." I asked him what it was and he replied that he wanted to use my bondage skills. I grinned at him, because I already had in mind how I could bring him to the edge of his sexual desire.
My specialty lies in the Japanese art of bondage Shibari. This is actually more than just a job. I am always happy to be able to apply this art. You must understand that the act of bondage can already be very highly erotic, because often the way is the goal. At least this is my opinion - and the opinion of my customers.
I ordered him to undress and lie down on the couch. He did as he was told and I could already see that his cock was pulsating with excitement. I looked at the ropes and first began to tie his hands and feet. I tied his limbs together with a skillful knot, which made him groan with pleasure. After I had half tied him up, he whimperingly begged me to tie the ropes tighter. I guess he liked it when the material cut lightly into his skin. Now I tied the ropes tighter and pulled the knots tight. Now he lay in front of me like a wonderfully tied package. But I could tell by looking at him that this was only the beginning.
I let him stay in this position for a few minutes. In the process, I could see that some drops of pleasure came out of his penis. I must confess: To see a gay tied up, I find particularly beautiful and aesthetic. That's why I let him lie like that for a while and allowed myself a cigarette. He watched me, slid a little back and forth and really had the audacity to tell me: "Master, I can still move."
Without losing many words, I put out the cigarette and got more ropes. Now - since I had quasi the release from him - I could really use my bondage skills. I tied up his upper body and took special care to tie up his cock and testicles as well.
Then I clamped him to my eyelets and carabiners, pulled him up and let him dangle two meters in the air. I enjoyed the sight, felt his enormous lust and must say that the passion he radiated infected me. My cock became hard, but: professionalism must be.
I stroked his chest from below and touched the little free parts of his constricted body. Then I set about wanking his cock. Nothing gives me more pleasure than to exhaust the lust of my customers and then leave them until they beg to have an orgasm.
It was the same with him. I played with him as I pleased. Just before he came to orgasm, I stopped and let him hang again. That's exactly what I did probably six or seven times. Then I finally heard the eagerly awaiting words, "Please, please, Master, may I come, please?"
The sentence sounded like music to my ears. Man(n) would not want to be an inhuman. Therefore, I jerked his cock carefully and yet quickly. I did this until he whimpered and told me that he was about to come. His load splashed on the floor and I had rarely seen such a happy and relieved man.
Since then, he visits me regularly. Because we seem to be on the same wavelength, I can perfect my bondage skills on him and try out new practices. This always makes him especially hot.
And who knows? Maybe I will satisfy this Gay tied up by fucking him after all sometime? He is my customer and I would have to agree. But somehow I'm sure he would be thrilled.