Master Brett and Slave Mark

By Mark Irving

Published on Jul 13, 2023

Gay

Master Brett and Slave Mark (3) Photo Shoot

My mind was spinning with ideas and pictures of what I witnessed, and participated in at the Bathhouse, keeping me awake to the small hours of the morning, sleep was impossible until I scripted all the night's events and put them into the article. The Bathhouse was the next step in the recovery process after the night at BDSM Party;. It was a far more relaxed atmosphere, but the players and the play were just as intense, the Dominants still controlled their submissives, and the submissives still loved and worshipped their Masters, there were the occasional leads and fancy dress, but all those things were discarded at the locker room. About the only tell tale evidence about who was who in the zoo were the collars, but not heavy studded ones, Lighter, more delicate ones , much like the one placed around my neck from Master Brett, it signified ownership, but didn't over state it.

I learned after a while that just a look or nod of the head was enough to convey direction or actions, a click or of point of a finger, had the submissive kneeling, bending or in fact sucking a cock, licking a bent over arse, or taking a cock deep into his arse. It was like a pantomime, everybody knew their lines without saying a word, and again it was similar to a well rehearsed play and now, I was one of the players. At one point Master Brett and I were relaxing in the bar lounge and we were joined by another chap, and Master Brett just pointed to the floor beside him, and I slipped off the couch, taking a kneeling position. I gathered by the conversation, that the other chap was also a Dominate, and when the conversation included me I respectfully answered their questions. Master Brett said with some pride in his voice that I was his new slave, and I was also doing an article on the BDSM scene, but from an insider's point of view. "Fantastic, it's about time we had some real exposure, and not one that presumes or has no actual experience into our lifestyle".

Master Brett also mentioned that he had seen the draft of the storyline so far and seen the edited photos, and was a professionally scripted piece, which will lead to a book depicting his emergence and growth as a BDSM Submissive. "Absolutely love the idea, you can also use the CCTV footage we have, I'm sure he will be discrete. Please add my name onto the editing list prior to sending it off"; Master Brett assured him that a copy would be forwarded to him, Master Brett discretely tapped my shoulder, and nodded to the Dominates cock, which was on the rise, I turned, and manoeuvred myself, taking his cock into my mouth, caressing the now swollen member, and slid my tongue up and down the shaft, nibbled his head and taking it deep, it was nowhere near as big as Master Brett's horse cock, but just as enjoyable, I caressed his balls, occasionally licking them, then returned to giving this guy a quality head job, that Master Brett had entrusted me with. I don't think there's a better feeling than having a cock swell , harden , jerk and spasm , then eventually blew onto your tongue or coating the inside of your mouth, and as much as I wanted to swallow and savour that sweet taste, the Dominate pulled me up and passionately kissed me, as we swapped tongues and eventually parted our embrace, he mentioned to Master Brett that "I should keep this one, he's very good, and if he needs any help getting his book on the shelves let him know, and that he had a number of connections in the publishing game".

After a quick embrace, the other Dominate left with a smile on his face, and I returned to my seating position alongside Master Brett, he turned to me kissed me equally as passionately as the Top, and said" That he was proud of me and the way I performed, he couldn't ask for a better Slave, he also mentioned that I had just sucked off the joint owner of the club, who also happens to be one of the wealthiest men in the city, and basically had assured you of a book deal when it's finished". I felt a sense of pride that able read what Master Brett expected of me, without speaking a word, and also realised that this was my new role in life. And the more information and photos I could get the better chances of producing a quality book of substance that will actually sell. I was becoming more excited about the prospect of me becoming a writer, and not just a photo journalist.

After putting my thoughts and exploits into script, I was able to get some much needed sleep, thank God I wasn't on a time table, I had one job, to produce a quality article for the magazine, no matter how long it took. After hitting my pillow at 4.00am in the morning I didn't get up until around 12.00pm. The coffee tasted great, and I fixed myself something to eat, (man cannot live on cum alone, I thought to myself).

I remembered when Master Brett and I parted company after the Bathhouse, he told me to keep the collar on until I got home, but It was to be worn whenever I'm with him, or doing research work at the various clubs or venues when he's not with me, again it will signify to whom I belong. I had completely forgotten it was around my neck, I touched the metal collar without thinking, finger the letter B. Master Brett also informed me that he would be away for a week, participating in a Police conference, and seminar interstate. But If I needed any further help with the article I should just contact one of the people on the list that he'll send over to my via email.

I decided that there was no need to remove the collar just yet, so I hit the shower to help me wake up, and then I could check out the incoming emails, and tighten up my story line. Back at my desk and computer, I noticed I had an email from my editor, checking to see how I was going, and he was keen to see the first draft, which led me to the other emails. The club owner sent a reply indicating that he was happy and delighted with the pictures, and as Master Brett pointed out last night, he too was happy with my initial draft and photos shoot. This being said I sent my draft off to the editor, making him happy. I still had to finalise my storyline from the Bathhouse, so he'll have to wait for the second chapter. I scanned the list of contacts Master Brett sent over, taking a print out and placing it in my camera bag. But what I also noticed on the top of the letter head containing the contacts, was Master Brett name as the Owner operator of the Bathhouse, which made sense, when I started to add things up, others players moved out of his way as a sign of respect, the collar behind the bar, and even at the Club he had a level of power and status. I didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that I had falling on my feet, and I was in fact the submissive to one of the bigger players in the BDSM circle.

Master Brett had also put a side note that I was to contact Master Chris, the same chap that I gave a blow job to at the Bathhouse, and that he would give me access to the CCTV that I could use in my article and possibly my book. And whilst I'm away and in his presence you will be his submissive until I return. "YOU ARE MY SUBMISSIVE AND SLAVE, and there will be times when I lend you out or offer your body to others, but you're wearing my collar and I own you, enjoy your week." I read this and was a little shocked, but then again this was all fairly new to me so I excepted the fact that my normal way of thinking has drastically altered, and to some degree was more like a favoured pet or toy, that could be lent, shared and played with by others, and so far, I certainly enjoyed my life as a submissive. I made myself another coffee and decided to call Chris to gain access to the footage, it took me a while to get through to him, because of his work schedule and meetings, but he finally got back to me and we set up a time to meet at the Bathhouse, on Wednesday evening at 8.00pm. Chris was aware of what Master Brett had emailed me and expected the same protocols would be observed; I assured him that I would do my best whilst in his presence.

For the next few days I polished up the flown on sequence and play at the Bathhouse, recalling all of the events of the night, but leaving plenty of room for alteration, once I got the CCTV footage. I also did a lot more research on the BDSM scene (thank God for Google and Porn). There were things that started to make a lot more sense, and things that I cried "bullshit" on, now that I was a little more experienced, and of course there were things that held my attention way more than it should have. I was particularly drawn to the site where some of the guys wore frilly under garments, i.e. garters, stockings, silk undies, and dressed up as maids. I wasn't really keen on the full make up and wigs, but was more interested in the way the Dominates berated and used their submissives, as if they were naughty little sluts, subject to spanking, nipple play, whilst the submissives girly bois cocks stretched the silken material to bursting point. I almost came, whilst watching a girly slut all dressed up sucking a cock and taking it deep, then the Top turned around and ordered the Slut to tongue fuck his arse hole. My cock wanted some of this action, and I made a mental note to acquire some appropriate attire. But for now my cock needed some attention, I slipped my hand around the pulsating shaft, gliding up and down as I watched the porno on the computer, the more I watched the more intrigued I became and the more excited, hot and bothered, I was building to an explosive end, and all the time I was imagining myself in the same position as the Girly boi, then I blew my load, capturing it my hand and fingers, and before I even gave it any thought , I pushed the fingers deep into my mouth savouring the taste. Gone were the apprehensions, the doubts, and fear, they were all replaced by want and desire, and driven by pure lust and zest for my new found way of life, and the taste was pretty good too.

Prior to Wednesday, I found my way into one of the bigger clothing stores and purchased the under garments in my size, then went to a costume store and picked out a couple of French maid outfits. The guy at the desk raised an eye brow, and said "come back anytime if I wanted a more personalised fitting, we also do corsetry and fine female attire for someone as cute as you", then he blew me a kiss as I was about to leave. I was shocked that I just got hit on, but took it as a compliment, and then I turned around, faced him and then ran my tongue over my lips in a very suggestive way that nobody could mistake, (thank you porn movies). I'm sure he would have run after me, and pursued the invitation, but other customers in the shop prevented any further adventures, (mental note to revisit). Even the mere feel and touch, or actually running my hands and fingers through the silky fabric had my cock's attention. But I wanted to save myself for the Bathhouse, even though there was no suggestion of play, by either Master Chris or Master Brett, but one can never be too sure with this BDSM crowd, every day seems to be an adventure to them.

I was ushered into the Bathhouse and guided straight to the office area up stairs, and offered a seat whilst I waited for Master Chris. I flicked through some magazines that were scattered on a table, and then whilst leafing through one rather sexy magazine, Master Brett arrived carrying a hand full off USB software , then handed them to me. "Take these, use, learn, and even cut and paste still photos from these, then return them to me when you're done". He was cold, calculating and official, no Hello's, how are you or anything. Then he just slumped down in the big office chair, and mumbled to himself.

Being the snoopy reporter that I am, I had to ask, "Is there something wrong? Have I done something to upset you? Do you want me to leave?" "No your fine, I was supposed to give a live demonstration tonight to some new players, and my normal model has pulled out, and everybody else is busy, These new guys are from out of town and potentially could bring mega bucks into the club and Bathhouse. But that's not your problem; you take the USB and find what you need. I deal with this, and think of something", I was about to leave, when I came up with an option that Master Chris may not have thought about. I turned to Master Chris, and said "would I do? Can I replace your model; do I have to do anything special?". He looked at me as if I'd given him a winning lotto ticket. "You're fantastic, and it would definitely save the show, let me call Master Brett to ask his permission." After a quick call Chris handed the phone to me, Master Brett thanked me for basically putting my arse on the line, and said that he and Master Chris would make it up to me somehow. He also said that I could trust Master Chris, and he would ensure no harm would come to me during the demonstration; he finished the conversation with the words I love you then hung up.

I handed the phone back to Master Chris, then followed him down stairs to a changing room, I thought I'd just be stark naked and paraded around to the various equipment, but no. This was a full dress up party, and I was given, of all things, a replica of the stuff I purchased today. My cock set a record for standing to attention, of course this was noticed by Master Chris, "we'll deal with that later Bitch, get dressed" I pulled the garter up over my stiff cock, gently rolled up the stockings, clipping them in place, and then slid the soft silky panties up over everything, I had basically mirrored what I'd seen in the porn movies or docos. Master Chris licked his lips, "Wow, your good enough to eat, now these guys want to learn about flogging, spanking, after care, and you will be draped across their knees, felt up, and probed, your nipples will be clamped at times, pulled and twisted, and one of the guys is a Japanese Rope Master, but has never used a male model. Slave Mark, I cannot thank you enough, I'll introduce you, but I want you to keep your head down, as a mark of respect, and if anyone of these guys engage with you, you will call him Sir, Ok let's go make some money" As we left the change room Master Chris added a collar and chain to my attire, and led me through to a play area designed for the demonstration.

Master Chris introduced himself to the group and led me to the St Andrews Cross, securing me hand and foot, and then he made small talk explaining the pros and cons of administering punishments to submissives, where and where not to hit, due to the vital organs within those areas, and the vital veins which run behind the knees, moving up my body head pointed out the lower back, Kidney, spinal and neck to regions which are a no go areas, Master Brett indicated these areas in red chalk, he also showed the group where and how to stand, how to measure your strike distance, so you don't wrap the flogger around the submissive. My head was down but, I was taking mental notes for the article, even while this was happening, my cock was hard and firm against its silky confines. One of the group asked if they could touch, feel and explore these outlined areas, Master Chris told them to feel free to explore. Whilst the men drew closer and the touching began, one of the men slipped a hand beneath my panties, massaging my cock, making it even harder, my moans of pleasure must have drawn Master Chris's attention, so he told the group that the use of a ball or penis gag generally reduces the noise, he offered a penis gag to one of the players and requested he place it in my mouth, "Open up bitch" then he secured it at the back of my head. Master Chris started the flogging show by demonstrating stance and balance, and then struck my left cheek, first slowly, then with more speed and power. Others tried their hand, some were natural swingers, and other's needed a lot more tuition, my arse was struck on both right and left cheeks, backhand, forehand, figure 8 styles and the downward slapping action. My shoulders were next on the hit list, and again Master Chris guided the group through the process. Occasionally the group had to be reminded about the height of the strike, sometimes hitting the back of my neck; he fixed that issue by placing a folded towel across that area. Confident the group had grasped the concept; he allowed them free rein, to have five minutes each, before handing the flogger to the next person. 30 minutes later I was given a rest and everybody enjoyed drinks and food that had been laid out for them, I was allowed to mix and mingle, chat and converse with the players, I was especially interested in the Japanese Rope Master(Yoshi), who explained his technique, and we made quite an impression on each other, he couldn't keep his hands off me, and continued to rub and touch my overly excited cock. The Japanese are not renowned for their cock size, so he was impressed by mine, (good thing Master Brett wasn't here).

"Gentlemen, shall we continue", I was taken to a high back chair and ordered over Master Chris's lap. He explained the use of the cupping method, the single flat hand, the double flat hand. He also pointed out that "Gentlemen, when you pull your submissives panties down, (and they all love having this happen because they are sluts), you can also trap their cocks between your legs, adding to their discomfort or pleasure." This all about YOUR pleasure not theirs, you want to be Dominates, you control the play, let's begin, who first?" I was asked to stand as the next player sat down, my undies were drawn down past my knees, and the spankings began, It wasn't long before my arse was rosy red and very hot to the touch. The last player to inflict pain was my little Japanese Dominate (Yoshi), he took his time running his hands over my burning butt, then slowly lowered my undies, he payed special attention to my dripping hard cock, as he locked it between his upper thighs, I was amazed at his strength, and his strikes were all calculated and purposeful, not like the others who were more interested in creating pain, this guy measured every slap, increased his thigh squeeze with each action, he even had the ability to pinch my nipples in between slaps, he was bringing me to the edge, then allowing me to relax, before doing it all over again. "Gentlemen I think we are finished with this exercise, let's let the Slut rest for a bit, help yourself to more refreshments. As I straightened up and raised off the Japanese Dominates knees, he helped pull my panties up, but in the process slipped a finger into my butt, as we both stood and looked at each other we both bowed our heads in respect of each other, once again I felt there was a mutual bond between us. My arse was flaming red and needed a cold towel from the fridge to reduce the heat. Master Chris joined me behind the bar, and "Thanked me once again for helping out; he also mentioned that the Japanese Dominate (Yoshi) would like to use you for his demonstration after the others had left". I asked Master Chris if this would this help the Bathhouse and Club, "he said the guy was an overseas investor with big money behind him, and he really likes you. But he will probably want more than just you as a model". Master Brett said "that whilst in your company YOU were my dominate Master, and I will do whatever I can to serve you and your club". "Master Brett has an absolute winner in you, let's finish up with the others then you can assist our Japanese friend". Master Chris showed the importance of tying the right notes, securing hands and feet with ropes, the benefits of blindfolds, and the all important feeling of trust, NO DOMINATE WILL EVER HARM THEIR SUBMISSIVES, You hurt or injure your submissive or go over the pre-set boundaries, and he or she will never play with you again. YOU MUST SET SAFE WORDS, and signals , something completely different to the normal words, or the old favourite red , yellow and green, if they call out red, EVERYTHING STOPS, yellow is be careful but continue, and green is fine keep going. That concludes our demonstration, please come back on club nights or drop in here at the Bathhouse, there are plenty of Dominates and slaves that will help and guide your BDSM journey.

After the other players had left the Japanese dominate and I were left to our own devices, he continued to run his hands all over me, caressing my heated arse, tweaking my nipples, and sliding his hands under my silk undies, groping my cock and balls, he even fingered my hole a number of times, then he dragged out lots of rope, of varying colours, then set about tying intricate knots securing my hands and legs, but leaving my chest and pubic area free, he secured the ropes to an over head hoist and slowly lifted me off the ground, but his skill had me in such a position that all the pressure was evenly spread across my body. I had certainly never had an experience like it in my life, my arse was somehow spread open, and my cock and balls appeared to be even bigger whilst suspended. The only movement I had was whatever the Master allowed, my nipples were on full display, and he used Japanese clover clamps on them, but then also added weights to increase the stimulation in my upper body. So I was spread eagled, face down with weighted nipples, dragging downward, my overly excited cock was stretching the fabric to bursting point, and my arse was open to all to see. The Master ceased on this opportunity to grease up the expanding butt plug and insert it into my arse, and then turned the screw trapping the plug in my arse. The joy on the Master's face was worth anything he did to me or my body, he swung the ropes making me swing in mid air, and this of course caused the weights to swing or rock creating downward pressure, then he added more weights to my now extended orbs, he stood in front of me as I swung then lowered his pants, to expose a beautiful cock, and by design he managed to have my body and face swing at the same level as his pulsating cock, he lined himself up so on my forward movement I could suck his cock, and then be swung out of reach, until I moved forward again. This guy was a Master in his own right, typical Japanese, everything measure everything planed to perfection, and on each forward movement my mouth sucked and licked , until he decided to cum I had no control over anything. Just when I thought he might be ready to explode, he changed position , so now he was under my swinging body, and then he returned the favour, as I swung past he sucked and licked my now fully exposed cock and dangling balls, I had been fighting not to cum all night, but this Japanese Master was controlling exactly when I was allowed to cum, my nipples scream with downward pressure, the screw in my arse reminded me who was in charge, and every now and then he turned it a little wider.

I couldn't stand it any longer "Please Master Yoshi, I love being your toy, and under your control, (and this is where I played it smart, knowing that his pleasure comes before mine) Please Master Allow me to suck your beautiful cock, let this helpless Slut suck your delicious cum, I want to serve you as you deserve. I knew enough about the Japanese culture to know that they love to be in total control and have others bow and scrape catering to their egos and pandering to their pride. Whatever it was he nodded his head, smiled and stopped the swing so I could devour his cock taking to entirely into my mouth, my tongue worked overtime to give him as much pleasure as possible, then with a sound that could out do any kung fu movie he sprayed the back of my throat, filling my mouth, he may have been short in stature, but he had filled my mouth to a point where it flowed freely from the corners of my mouth, dripping onto the floor. The Master dropped to his knees and kissed me passionately, sharing his cum between us. It was the weirdest feeling, I was completely helpless and under his control, my nipples still screamed with an aching pain, my stretched arse felt like it had a tree limb stuck in it, and my cock bounced and swung looking desperately for attention, my balls must have been turning blue by now.

My Beautiful Japanese Master swallowed the last of his cum, then edged his way under me , taking my cock into his mouth, he pulled on the clover clips, and pushed and pulled the screw in my arse, all while sucking my entire length into his vacuuming mouth. My entire body went into spasms I was rocking and shaking, doing my best to drive my cock into his mouth, but he wanted absolute control, and stopped suddenly, leaving my cock swollen, slick with spit and I had to plead again, Master Yoshi Please, you're driving your Girly Slut crazy, I need and want to cum, please allow me to show you how much I love your control, you are a true Master, and I'm just a slave to your power. He once again licked and sucked, pulled and twisted, until my balls exploded, coating his tongue , filling his mouth, he drained me until I stopped screaming, even as my sensitive cock couldn't stand it anymore he continued to lick and suck, until I momentarily blacked out with pleasure. When I awoke I had been lowered to the ground, the screw in my arse had been released and removed, and my nipples had just started to return to a normal size.

Master Yoshi explained to me that "a lot of suspension play ends this way, due to blood flow, extreme excitement, caused by rectal stimulation at one end and nipple play the other, and then with the added stimulation of oral sex, tend to send the body and mind into sub space, and eventual blackout"

"Master Yoshi that was the most intense feeling I have ever had, you truly are a Master of your craft, and it would be my absolute pleasure to be your model should you wish to repeat your control and Dominance". We stood face to face and nodded our mutual respect for one another, my stockings and garter were barely in tack, and my panties lay on the floor some distance away. I hope the club has met all your requirements, and look forward to our continued friendship and association in the future". I helped him gather his equipment and walked him to the door, he turned and kissed me deeply, grabbing my arse and slipping a finger in once again, enjoying the arse he used earlier, then he slowly eased his finger out, bringing it to his lips, licking the digit and then moved towards his car.

I just finished locking the door when Master Chris appeared from up stairs, he just grabbed me and pulled me into a passionate embrace, "FUCK THAT WAS IMPRESSIVE, I watched the entire thing on CCTV and you certainly made an impression on Yoshi , and I might also add I live streamed it to Master Brett, he said he pulled himself off, just like I did watching you perform, and your little speech at the end was perfect. And can I tell you just how cute you looked in your Girly outfit, I think Master Brett may have a whole new wardrobe heading in your direction, and if it wasn't too late I may have used that sweet mouth of yours again, but your performance created a real sticky mess upstairs. Go have a shower if you want, get changed, I need to lock up, keep the underwear, and you may need it. Thanks again for helping us out, you have no idea how much you have done for Master Brett and the Clubs", ten minutes later I was driving home and the luxury of a hot shower and bed I was knackered.

My mind was buzzing, but I was too tired to write anything up, l quickly drifted off to sleep, again I slept into about 10.00am and was only awoken by my phone going off, I scanned to see who it was, realising it was Master Brett, I answered , "Good morning Sir, how's your conference?" "Hello Slut, well aren't you a surprise package, Thank you for last night, Master Yoshi has already spoken with me and has very high praise for you, and would like to investigate the possibility of further play, but more importantly wants to explore the option of opening up other clubs and Bathhouses, run by us. I cannot thank you enough; you put your arse on line for me, and pulled off something that would have fallen through, if you didn't step up. And just as an added thank you from Master Yoshi, he said that he would love pictures of last night, and would have others professionally taken whilst I'm bound up and in rope play, he also assured me your book would be translated into Japanese and on the shelves as soon as you're ready to publish".

I was dumb founded, almost speechless, but thanked Master Brett, for his kind words, and I told him "I couldn't wait for his return, And I loved being his total Slut and Bitch, as for last night, it was sheer pleasure, and could he pass on thanks to Master Yoshi, and inform him that I'm available anytime, with your consent and permission of course."

"I'll be home in a few days, and we have lot's to talk about, and games to play, can't wait to see how you're going to write this one up, Love you Bitch then he was gone". I couldn't wait for is return either, I may just have a few surprises for him. The future is looking real interesting.

Next: Chapter 9: The Photo Shoot 4


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