Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2023 13:05:14 +0000 From: Mark Irving Subject: Master Brett: Photo Shoot (2) Master Brett and Slave Mark (2) Photo Shoot Once inside the house, I made a B line towards the shower, and the comfort of the hot spray, everything seems better or clearer in the shower, thoughts and ideas are far better in the shower, plus it gave me a chance reflect on tonight's antics, Master Brett and the whole BDSM lifestyle, I certainly cannot deny that I had a very good time, once I got over the initial shock, but I also realised I had very little options at the time, but now I had plenty of time to decide my future directions. I could stop now, I had plenty of photos, and enough story line to satisfy my editor, and I could certainly draft up all the relevant information to make it a good article, But the other side of the coin is I loved the vibe and the openness of the club and people, especially Master Brett and the control he had, yes he used me, and groomed me to be exactly what he wanted. After the shower I set up the computer, plugged in the memory card, and began sorting out the photos, as I did thoughts and memories came flooding back, and when I saw the pictures of me sucking Master Brett's cock, then licking his fingers, and of course pledging myself to him. I was even more conflicted, later on I saw how Master Brett had taken my arse whilst having my mouth filled with cock, (I almost came), then I realised that I had sucked cocks, had my virgin arse fucked, swallowed cum, but I was given the chance to cum, no fucking wonder my cock wanted some attention, so as I scrolled though the maze of photos, I eased my hand down to my shaft and stroked it, The pictures of submissives get flogged, spanked and one where some guy was getting fisted, pushed me over the edge, I set a new world record for Cumming, and I plastered my hand and about 3 foot in front of me. I almost fell off the chair I was that excited; it took me a few minutes to come back to earth, and for my eyes to stop rolling. I did give some thought to licking up my own cum, but thought better of it, I cleaned up as much as I could , then returned back to the computer to edited a few more of the photos that I took, and some that others took on my behalf. Some of the photos I had to photo shop, crop, or even delete, but 85% percent were exactly what I wanted, and could certainly work with. It was getting late, and the bed was calling, and truth be told, I was fairly tired, after my nightly exercise. I didn't take me long to drift off, but my mind was full of conflicting emotions, but sleep got the better of me. The following morning, I went through my breakfast routine, coffee and toast, and began to write up a base story line for the article, depicting, average people making personal choices, I threw in a few back ground histories, without giving away names or recognisable personalities, I left everything fairly vague, and painted the scene in a good light, tops, bottoms, submissives, and dominates, and everything in between all acting out fetishes, wants and desire that would otherwise would be hidden or suppressed because it wasn't the normal way of live. These people, male and female revelled in the fact that they had a place to play on a regular basis, and were able to step outside of their day to day jobs and be free to express themselves with prejudice, religious boundaries or social protocols. The rest of the morning was spent cleaning up the photos, cropping bits and pieces, I had to edit out personal items, i.e. rings and watches, blur out tattoos, or photo shop them out, fully recognisable faces were cropped, so only lower part of their faces could be seen giving blow jobs, licking arse, etc. Satisfied with the photos, I sent the portfolio of photos over to the club Owner, and Brett for approval, I also mentioned that I still had the original uncut versions if they wanted them for their private collection. I assured them that they had the final say, and could remove any pictures they felt were not suitable, I added the article in Brett's outgoing draft for his approval, before I sent it off to my editor. I decided to do a bit more research on the BDSM scene, and see what others had written about it, hoping to find a knish area that nobody had covered, and try as I may, I couldn't find one that had a personal involvement, everything that was written was from an outsiders point of view. I thought to myself, this could be the angle I need to follow, I've already crossed over the line and probably more and Master Brett had become really fucking close, and I had a feeling that I've only just scratched the surface of the BDSM scene, and there were more adventures to be had. BUT that meant that my journey and servitude to Master Brett needed to continue. I was having a mental battle within myself, I wanted the best story, but at what cost? My exploration of the scene took me to all sorts of places, fetishes and fantasies, some of which I witnessed last night and some that made you raise your eye brow and go "NO THANKS", but there were others that drifted into guys cross dressing up as maids, school girls, even full on transgender, and body enhancement, all fairly passive stuff. I drifted onto a site that explored water sports (piss play), I gave this one a bit more air time for some strange reason, but found out that most players involved in this kink, purified their urine beforehand making it safe to drink, eliminating the smell and acrid taste, my cock started to raise to the occasion, (honestly that thing has a mind of its own). A couple of hours later, I turned off the computer, and had an early dinner; I had basically decided to go the bathhouse and continue my journey. I made a point to replicate the orders I was given the other day by Master Brett, shower, shave, and enema, but this time I would put normal clothes on without the cuffs and collar and by 8.00pm I was in the car making my way to the next exciting episode, or at least I hope so. I arrived at the Bathhouse about 8.45pm. parked the car, and waited until precisely 9.00pm then walked in, paying the entry fee and collecting a locker and towel, once again my research gave me an insight as to procedures, so I found my locker, undressed, and wrapped the towel around my waist and gradually wandered through, taking in all the wondrous sites, reminiscent of the old Roman bath houses, where half naked men sat and discussed politics, whilst naked slaves brought them wine. Strange how previous generations had already set the pace for the future, we all know that even in those days sexual by play between Masters and Slaves was the normal thing. And it certainly appeared that not a lot had changed. My towel began to rise up, creating a bulge; I quickly needed to sit to avoid embarrassment. Finding a quiet spot at the bar gave me an opportunity to observe others, taking mental notes to remember various aspects of the evening so far. Then I heard a familiar voice, "Good of you to come, I really wasn't sure if you wanted to continue our game" Master Brett loamed over me, equally dressed in a towel, but showing of his chest, and his ample package, he slid onto the bar stool next to mine and ordered a drink. We'll, I did have my doubts as well, then I thought about the article and of course my personal journey, I cannot deny that I found some hidden inner secrets and desires last night, and I have never felt so liberated and free to express myself whilst in your presence. So I have been fighting an internal battle, between my moral upbringing, and my wanting desire to replicate and explore my life as a submissive. "I have to tell you Mark that everybody that plays our game, has had the same inner turmoil, and had to weigh up their future directions, sometimes their moral compass and lives has been shaped by parents, religious believes, friends, and the fear of the unknown, or the so called normal way of life. But as your research has shown, either last night or what you've read, we come from normal society; we hold jobs of high esteem, and the pillars of society. But we need an outlet, a way to embrace the demon within, to change roles, swap the normal into abnormal, and everybody here at the Bathhouse will have a different perception of normal. I'm a Police man, and I uphold the law, judges and political make the law, but we all have the right to the freedom of expression, I know that sounds like I'm on a soap box, but this is the decision we've all made, and now it's your turn, If last night is any indication, and your presence here tonight has basically given me your preferred choice, And I must say I'm very pleased, I saw your need last night, and I want you as my Slave and Bitch, but it's your decision, and you and your story have a long way to go, and I want to be the Master that shows you the way, let's go down the rabbit hole together, and see where we end up." I was dumb founded; there was no Master or Bitch, Dominate or Slave, just an honest, down to earth summery of the whole BDSM scene and the choices they made to become who they are. I wanted a story, the inside line, and now I had both. I told Brett that I would buy the next round, and then he could show me around the Bathhouse, we both agreed, I'm not sure who had the biggest grin or who was the happiest, but before we left, Brett asked the barman for the package that he had placed there earlier. Brett gave me the package and asked me to open it, and when I opened it I saw a heavy silver chocker, Not a collar and certainly not a necklace, and it had the letter B attached, as he placed it around my neck, he said that he was serious about having me as his property. And the chocker would remind others to whom I belonged. I felt a sense of pride, but also knew that this was another step down the rabbit hole, "Ok Bitch, let's explore" there was no need for collars and lead, so when we finished our drinks we drifted into a sea of half naked men relaxing, walking hand in hand or even snuggled into corners, then we moved into the steam room which had multiple guys lounging on the beaches, some were getting touched up by others, but most just enjoyed the damp heat. I was shown the swimming pool area, and the surrounding seating areas, and again most of the men paraded bare arse, displaying their equipment and basically putting everything on show, either for their partners or possible conquests. The Bathhouse had a number of separated rooms for players, private cubicles for discrete players, double shower stalls and a large purpose built multi head shower block for the masses. "Well Bitch what do you think, we use this place every time after a play night, we all just relax, and chill, and it gives everyone a chance to make new friends or discuss the pros and cons of the previous night." "I must say I'm very impressed, and can anyone come to the bathhouse, it not exclusive to just Club members?" "Any and all are welcome, they just have to except that boys will be boys, we even have exclusive girl's nights, And believe me there's a real lot of girls that love to play and they play hard." "Speaking of playing, do you want to see one of our more adventurous play rooms, I'm sure you'll enjoy it, let's go" We drifted away from the pool area, down a hall way and into another chamber, this one had subdued lighting, a few pieces of equipment, a sling and plenty of lounge seating, even a large circular bed in one corner, there was a couple of massage tables and a few willing guys prepared to give you a rubbed down, Master Brett pointed to the tables, and suggested I lay down, he grabbed my towel , saying that I wouldn't need it, then as I relaxed face down , I felt his powerful hands caressing my shoulders and lower back, his heated oil soaked hands easily glided over my skin. It always amazes me that you never know how much your muscles hurt or ache until someone rubs them, and the more he rubbed the more relaxed I became, my shoulders and back, never felt so good or relaxed, then he moved to my butt cheeks and the top of my thighs, I was never so thankful that I shaved and prepared my butt, as he slipped a finger into my hole, one knuckle then two, until his entire figure disappeared, then he manoeuvred a second figure into my waiting orifice, I was totally relaxed and my moans of pleasure urged him to continue. My butt got a thorough massage, and before I knew it my legs were slowly getting wider and further apart, giving Master Brett full access to my, now very stiff cock, my balls were gently covered with oil, and rubbed in conjunction my cock. Master Brett worked his magic on my prostate, gradually bringing me closer and closer to the edge, I was at the point of begging him to get me off, "Not yet Bitch, it's not all about you, now stand up", I basically slipped off the massage table, and followed him to the sling, "Climb up, and put your legs alongside the vertical straps," this basically meant that my arse was hanging just off the leather bed of the sling, my legs and hands were secured, rendering me helpless and very exposed. Once I was in the sling, I was surprised at how comfortable it was, and now Master Brett was able to swing my body backward and forward, as if I was weightless. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going to happen next, I felt the head of the horse cock nudge my now very slippery hole, and in no time the monster cock was buried deep, taking me balls deep with each swing, Master Brett didn't have to do a thing, and just rocked the swing, and his cock moved in and out with the pendulum movement, there was no pressure on anybody, just the magically feeling of being impaled, then just as quickly withdrawn. It got to a point where his cock would completely come out leaving my hole open, then just as quickly was thrust back in without either one of us doing anything except keeping things lined up and receptive, (I made a mental note to buy one of these things, and have it installed)my prostate was getting very nicely massaged, and Master Brett's cock felt totally amazing, and our combined moans and groans of pleasure could be heard throughout the playroom chamber. Master Brett bent forward grabbing my nipples as best he could , pinching the orbs, pulling and twisting, he knew this would push me over the edge, then I screamed out , begging Master Brett to allow me to cum, "Please Master I need to cum, please let me cum, I want your beautiful horse cock to explode deep inside me, "Bitch you and I are going to cum together, me inside your girly arse and you're going to blow all over your chest, and face, are you ready Bitch?", with that his body shook, the veins in his neck pulsated, and his powerful jets of cum sprayed the inside of my arse, and my cum sprayed onto my chest , also hitting my chin and face, and cannot ever remember blowing so hard or long before. Master Brett grabbed my hips and drove in as deep as he could before leaning forward to lick up my seed, he vacuumed every last drop , then leaned further forward and kissed my open mouth depositing the cum from his mouth to mine, we swapped cum for awhile prior to me swallowing the delicious nectar, We lay against one another until the haze of pure sex had died down and our body started to come back to earth, I was released and we gradually staggered on shaky legs to one of the couches. " Wow Fucking Wow" was all I said, "You're not fucking wrong, that was amazing, I've had guys before, but none as good as you" we kissed and cuddled for a while, then sat back and watched as a few of the guys double fucked some lucky bloke, sticking their cocks deep into him from both ends, basically spit roasting the guy, until they filled him up, and no sooner had the first two finished, two more blokes replaced them and continued where they left off, the guy in the middle couldn't get enough cock, and I certainly know how that feels. As we looked around the room there was one chap on the sling with his legs up and in the same position I was, the guy in between his legs, had greased up a large dildo and proceeded to fuck him with it, I thought that was fairly tame, there were plenty of stiff cocks willing to fuck any available hole, I mentioned it to Master Brett, "Just wait and see Bitch Boi" and he was right of course, the cocks and dildos being inserted, were slowly getting bigger and wider, and eventually the guy between his out stretched legs, slowly inserted his hand, first a few fingers, then the forth, and gradually eased his thumb into the stretch butt hole, I was fairly positive the guy on the sling pushed back to except the fist, I looked on in amazement as the fist disappeared, then slowly more and more wrist and fore arm , once again the sling rocked and he basically fucked himself on the standing guys arm. The guy in the sling had his prostate massaged in the process, and he just blew his load all over himself, the wrist and arm was removed, and the guy in the sling was allowed to rest and recuperate whilst his hole returned to some form of normality. Master Brett suggested we go get a drink and perhaps rest in the pool, and spa area. The barman offered Master Brett his usual drink of choice, and I was given whatever I wanted. After our drinks we slipped into the pool and floated around, then moved onto the spa, where we chatted again and soaked up the relaxed atmosphere, it was a bit like Coles cafeteria, there were all sorts of guys cruising, hoping to pick up or waiting for their partners to arrive. Once again I was struck by the amount of variation and diverse fetishes that frequented the Bathhouse, and nobody seemed to care, there was no finger pointing, or judgements made, just acceptance. Master Brett watched me as I watched them, "I hope your getting plenty of material for your article," "Master, there's so much material, I may even write a book"" Good, first finish your magazine piece, then you write a book on how you became a BDSM Slut and Bitch", " Sounds like a plan". I was just about to get us another drink when I saw a couple of guys walk into the place wearing a garter belt, stockings and sexy knickers, one had a collar and the other lead him around by a leash, my cock became instantly hard, and stuck out, Master Brett laughed and said "You and I need to have another chat, it appears you have a few kinks of your own that need to be explored". "From what I've seen and experienced, I think you're just the Dominate that can bring out the best and worst in me, when do we start?"