A wild adventure

I’ve dabbed in the dom/sub and bondage since the mid 90’s but consider myself a novice. Periodic exposure works for me, not sure I could handle it all the time. I have maybe had 10 memorable sessions over those years.  I can’t tell you the order or timing, never tracked it that way. The most memorable is an ad I responded to about a dom looking for guy to restrain and administer discipline.  It was the most intense 90 minutes I have ever experienced. After a few back and forth, we settle on getting together on a weekday afternoon at the guy’s house in South Bay.  He had a  two story house on a quiet street.  After being invited in, we went to the back of the house into the den. There were family pictures on the walls, kid pictures in sports gear; hockey, soccer, but the picture looked older, like the kids had grown and left.  Which is good because the den  was configured for play, with a bunch of sex toys and gear on various tables.  I had a hard on when I rang the bell, seeing the room and experiencing the anticipation it was now raging. The toys on display covered the spectrum of shapes and sizes, smooth, spiked, hard and soft.  I was a bit over whelmed and identified a few I was concerned with being inserted, but should have included many more. Some were huge dildos and butt plugs as thick as arms. We talked about rules and safe words.  I was open to most activities, minus the huge, knobby toys, face slapping, burnin, needles, nipple torture and gross stuff. We began. He explained the rules, but I cant recall any other than reviewing toys and identifying items and play I was uncomfortable about. He sat, wearing jeans and a sleeved shirt. He told me to remain clothed and bend over his knee. He started with bare hand spankings. The spankings were firm and measured. When he was satisfied I was comfortable, he had me stand and take my clothes off. After I placed my clothes on a chair at the table and turned to face him, my erection had returned to with a vengeance and remained. He told me to bend over his knee. He continued with the bare hand spankings. Soon my cheeks were rosy red. Each strike brought a sharp pain on the surface of my butt while contributing to the growing deeper pain that was building. My butt grew warmer and my cock throbbed as each smack pushed blood through my cock. We moved on. He asked me to stand and put leather restraints on my wrists that looked like handcuffs attached to a chain. The chain he attached to a hook in the den’s ceiling in front of the patio door. I’m sure neighbors looking out the upstairs windows were amused. Standing with my arms above my head, he placed a bar restraints around my ankles which kept my legs apart by about 30”. Clearly He had done this before. I was completely helpless and still fully erect. Pre-cum started to leak out of my penis like dripping corn syrup. He started on my butt again with a paddle. He took full swings. I kept my mouth shout and took the pain. When my cheeks reached the right shade of red, he stopped. He unhooked my arms from the ceiling hook and lead me to a table chair. He bent me over to secure my wrists to the chair. I could not stand up. He worked my anus, first rubbing then hitting it with a thin paddle, which stung and felt good at the same time. Next using chilly lube he inserted gloved fingers to relax my sphincter. I could feel his fingers gliding in and out and pressure when he massaged my prostate. I was ready. He inserted a medium sized butt-plug which stretched me but eventually popped into place. Immediately I could feel it push against my prostate and a sensation surge push through my penis head. He lead me back to the ceiling hook. The awkward walking made the plug massage my prostate. After my arms were secured to the ceiling. The prostate stimulation caused my legs to quiver and (partially) give out. Leaving me mostly supported by my arms. His next focus area was cock & balls. TBC