Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2023 20:37:26 +0000 From: Mark Irving Subject: Master Brett: The Photo Shoot (5) Master Brett and Slave Mark (5) Photo Shoot Master Brett slept a good hour after I arose, which gave me time to check out my usual emails. My Editor was ecstatic about the clarity of the photos, and barely had to rework any of the articles, going as far to say that I may just have to include writer /Photo journalist on my resume. I was pleased that he thought so highly of my article so far, but asked him if we could meet and discuss the overseas investigation. As generous as his offer was, I didn't want to overstep and blow out the research budget. He named a place outside the office in a small cafe down the road from the Magazine head quarters, at approximately 6.30pm. On Wednesday night, which gave me a couple of days to hit the computer and do same background research. From what I've read the Romans had all sorts of slaves for just as many reasons, and anybody of wealth throughout the ages manipulated those that had none, but what I really wanted was the modern day Masters and Slaves, and the Germans seemed to have a real lot to answer for, i.e. Rubber, leather, whips, and water sports. The English liked their role play, horse play, and their high and mighty lords of the manor ruling over the working class, and they certainly liked the teachers and naughty student games, so I had plenty to work with. My first port of call may be the German BDSM scene, and with a bit of luck Master Brett may have some contacts. It wasn't long before I heard Master Brett stirring in the bedroom, then eventually heading towards the shower, thinking this was a good opportunity to say hello I joined him, the two of us kissed under the stream of the water, and we both started touching one another up, fingers and hands exploring each other, both our cocks stood to attention, as we massaged each other, and Master Brett's fingers found their way into my butt, causing me to squeal like a girl, "Your such a Sissy Boi, I barely had three fingers in you, you wait until my fist is up there, then you'll squeal, Girly Boi". My well used arse said no, but my twisted, kinky mind and cock said yes, and I just licked my lips and raised my eye brow, "but not today, we have plenty of time for that", let's have some breakfast, and just relax." He slapped me on the arse as I left the shower, my stiff cock waving in the breeze; we both dried off, "Just put some casual clothes, no need for stockings and garters". We sat at the table eating toast and recalling the events from last night, if my cock wasn't hard before it certainly was now! We talked about the speed at which our Japanese friends tied and hoisted me up, and how graceful and precise they were. Every man had their task to do and with very little discussion, with very little effort or time, I was swinging in the breeze, and at their mercy. Both of us couldn't wait to see the photos, like most Japanese people they all had expensive cameras, and knew how to use them to gain the best shot, hopeful I'll be able to utilise those shots in the article. I was also thinking to myself. Perhaps I could get one blown up and framed for Master Brett and we could hang it somewhere. I told Brett about my impending meeting with my Editor, and my discussion about an overseas investigation, i.e. Germany, Europe, possibly England, then he surprisingly said that he had some Holiday time owing, so he would come with me for the German leg of the investigation, and not only that, but had a few friends that were German Masters, and we may be able to stay with them to cut down costs, "but be warned, the Germans wrote the book on BDSM play, and it's the Fetish capital of the world". "Excellent I'd love the company, and I'd never been to that part of the world, and I could use an experienced guide, and possibly write it off as a legitimate tax deduction."" I'll make the relevant phone calls to Hans and let him know what were up too, and we need a place to stay, as soon as you have times and dates,. I'll put in for holidays to coincide with your plans, sounds like fun." The rest of the day we lounged around the house, Brett made some phone calls to arrange a meeting with Master Chris to inform him of last night's meeting with the Japanese investors and their plans for the future. Master Chris couldn't be happier, and informed Brett and I that he would have a conversation with Master Yoshi and arrange a time where all the lawyers and interested parties could get together and start the legal ball rolling. Master Chris asked Brett to pass on his personal thanks to me, stating that he would certainly make my efforts a profitable one, and that I would not be forgotten. Brett had to work the afternoon shift /evening shift for the next few days which left me plenty of time to do a rough draft and background history into the BDSM scene, but I didn't want that to be the main focus area. I wanted to capture the mental and physiological reason behind the role play and lifestyle, this in turn would incorporate the why's, means and how of their individual choices, the good the bad and the ugly all made for a interesting investigation, article and of course the book, everything that I had collated and used so far was destined for the book. Wednesday rolled around before I knew, so prior to see my Editor I, showered and shaved, even an enema, it just became part of my showering routine now, and had been a few weeks since I started this article, and he was my boss, so I thought I'd better put some effort into looking respectable. I rejected the idea of wearing stockings and garters, but had to wear sexy silk under wear, given that Master Brett had thrown out my boxers and jocks, claiming that Girly Bois should be dressed accordingly, and he loved running his hands over my panty covered arse at very given opportunity, and keeping me edged up and stiff. Master Brett also left me a gift one morning, prior to him going to work, with a note which read "If you're going to sit around on your computer, perving on the BDSM scene all day, I brought you a gift to stimulate that Slutty girly arse, and keep you on the edge until I use it, it is to be worn whilst your at home and even out and about, you only get to take it when you need the toilet". I opened the package, only to find a rather large expanding butt plug, I greased up and inserted the toy, giving it a few twist to keep it in place, and when I sat at the computer, that devilish thing pushed deep into my butt, and when I walked around it moved with my body keeping me stimulated. Master Brett was a deviate, he knew exactly what would happen, and even took to calling me and verbally teasing me, asking how comfortable I was, and he just laughed, already knowing the answer. Master Brett knew that sitting, standing, and moving, and me watching naked men all day was going to keep me on the edge. So when he eventually walked in the door, I would basically beg him to fuck me. I would wait at the door dressed in stockings and garters kneeling or bending over, so as he walked in he would see an opening with his name on it. And believe me, being edged all day, had me lusting after his beautiful horse cock, and I didn't care what hole it exploded into, I wanted, needed, that monster inside me. Sometimes he would tease me by just walking past and not filling my holes, and I would crawl after him begging, almost crying out for his cock, most times he relented and pounded my throat or arse until he was satisfied, but not until he twisted ,pulled and pinched my nipples, making me squeal like a girl, then he would explode coating everything, mouth, tongue, nose throat, or filling my wanting arse with his cum , he would even wipe his finger across my well fucked arse, scooping up his escaping cum and forcing his fingers into my mouth for me to suck clean. Then we would set about our normal evening routine as if nothing had happened, but fully aware that our love making would continue later that night. Throwing some casual clothing over my panty covered arse and grabbing my camera bag, and computer, I made my way to the Cafe and the meeting with my editor. Upon arrival I found a discrete corner booth, ordered two coffees and set up my computer. Five minutes later I spotted my Editor and was slightly surprised by his clothing, gone was the suit and tie, only to be replaced by a very casual and hot looking black leather outfit complete with black bikie boots, it wasn't a grungy Hell's Angel look, but beautiful dress leathers with heaps of quality. As he approached the booth, he presented himself, and with hand gestures, asked If I liked the look, "Definitely, far better than suits, and way more comfortable", as I said this he slid into the booth, "He stated that out of the office he preferred to be more himself and dress for comfort, by the way you look fairly relaxed and happy", I love the article and everybody that I've shown it too, loves the spread, it appears that you have captured the real essence of the lifestyle, the real meat and potatoes of BDSM and not portrayed it as a dirty sexual kink, played out by predators or perverts. And when you're done with this BDSM article I have plans for you to do a complete History, Story and photos on the Shibari Rope origins , complete with overseas travel and investigations, it has everybody excited, you have generated new life into the magazine, and there's a real interest in what you'll come up with next." I was shocked by his reaction to the article, but overwhelmed by his confidence in me, Yes, I knew I had created something special, but this thing was snow balling, like a runaway train, it was gathering speed. I not sure, but I think I blushed at his comments. "Stop looking so embarrassed, the quality of your work is as good as any reporter has ever done, and this has all the earmarks of a prize winning article, whatever your doing , keep doing it, I'm not going to ask questions, but you have the magazines full backing and mine , let's have our coffee, then go have dinner somewhere, and you can explain that beautiful ring". An hour later we were having dinner at a high end restaurant and drinking freely, our conversation continually drifted back to the clubs and the BDSM scene, and what affect it had on me, without giving away my contacts and relationship with Master Brett, I explained that there were times when the interaction between players had me excited, and very much on the edge, and at various points I had the desire to trade places, which led to his next question". "Which places would you have traded places with, the top or the bottom, Dominate or Submissive?" It didn't take a rocket scientist to work out where this conversation was going, but I'd done worse, and I did have that article, book, and now the Japanese Shibari deal, so as normal I went with the flow, and I knew that Master Brett would understand after he punished and whipped my arse. "I think I preferred the Submissive role, there seemed to be a wanted expectation, but also an air of mystery and the unknown, the submissive could be sucking cock at one moment, or having one ploughed up his arse, or both at the same time, the attention they received at the hands of the dominate, was both intense, but exciting at the same time, There was an erotic, sensual connection between players, and at times I certainly would have joined the party, I know my cock certainly wanted too." "I would not have expected a better answer, and this is why I wanted you to do this article, your professional enough to do the job, but also except that you could also get swept up with the excitement and passion of the scene in front of you. But here's a question for you, and you don't have to answer, DO YOU THINK YOU'RE A SUBMISSIVE? " I didn't want to show my hand straight away, but delayed my answer , as to give it some thought , then I gave my answer, and the one he was looking for, "Yes, probably a submissive, I think I got turned on by their role more so than the Dominates.