Yes, I flew off to France on the 6th of October to pursue my fantasies of submission. Sadly, I didn’t enjoy it a failed to complete my second day under my Master’s command. I asked to leave and we parted ways amicably.

I feel that I am not suited to a Master/slave relationship, I’m not gay and I have only ever been curious, men just don’t do it for me unfortunately and I can’t help but think the only plausible explanation for why I have subbed for a couple of men is simply put; Mistresses are in short supply and much more cautious/secretive than the Master’s out there.

My experience has not disheartened me or made me feel like surrendering my fantasies but it has confirmed something for me, something that had i not tried it would have becoming one of those annoying ‘what if’ moments. I would not have liked that, those moments annoy the hell out of me and play on my mind.

I experienced more BDSM whilst I was under his control, BDSM that was a little harsher than I have been privy to before and BDSM that I just can not experience with self-bondage.

I was immediately told to disrobe, we then had a glass of wine each, I was collared with a chain and padlocked, cuffed with leather cuffs and supplied ’slave’ socks as the floor was tiled. We sat and talked for a while, he went through his basic rules before inspecting me. Earlier, before I was naked, my eyes found tie points in the ceiling and walls, it was not long till i was testing the strength of some of these points first hand he took my wrists and hooked them to a separate tie point, my arms were stretched hight above me and parted just a bit wider than my shoulder length. He cuffed my ankles and clipped a spreader bar between my feet, the bar brought my feet to the approximate width to which my arms were spread. I was painfully hard by the time  was fully bound.

In came a sack which was placed firmly over my head, I could see nothing now and was completely at the mercy of my new Master, he began by walking around my bound and stretched body… occasionally he would rub or caress a part of it, it was established early on that he had a resentment for hard cocks that were not his own, every time he passed my hard cock – so hard by this time that my head had pushed past my foreskin, he would slap it… it would spring back and he would slap it again. Often he would catch the sensitive and exposed head, causing me to turn slightly within my restraints.

He continued to walk around me, he wanted me to anticipate his next action. He pulled my ass open, took a long look, placed his finger at the hole and explained how tight it was, how a big man would obliterate it and how I would suffer should that occur. Lucky for me he wasn’t in to anal sex other than with toys. He explained had he have been he would have took me there and then, without lube or spit. A scenario i didn’t want to happen. My ass cheeks were allowed to close momentarily, I heard the gathering of gear but wasn’t able to discover more than that until my ass was open again and the cols tip of a butt plug was slowly inserted. He explained in his French accent that he was testing my tightness and retention, the small pug barely got half way when he removed and explained he was trying a bigger one. I was not looking forward to it and inevitably it was a painfully slow, tortuous insertion that reached probably only a couple of centimetres deep. He stopped trying and began spanking my ass.

Check back to see how i held up under the spanking and how i coped with the rest of the days activities.