Dangerous Liaison - Sex Stories

Dangerous Liaison

... soft leather-style hood that Master Bailey handed me and pulled it on. Only my eyes and mouth could be seen, although I was often blindfolded and gagged as well, which is how I liked it best.

The hood hid any features that might be recognized. Made me anonymous.

Once it was comfortable I turned around and held my hands behind my back. Master Bailey quickly secured me with some heavy duty cuffs, rendering me helpless.

I shivered and rested my head on the wall. Already starting to relax into it. Master Bailey gently stroked the back of my neck. Giving me a few moments to prepare. Just enjoy being restrained. It had been several months.

"Ready sub?" he asked.

I nodded confirmation. I wasn't one for talking much when submitting.

He turned me and ran his hands over my chest and abs. A quick gentle tug on my already hard cock.

He wasn't taking advantage. Master Bailey always gave the subs a careful visual inspection before they went in with a master.

"Will you consider fucking tonight?" he asked me. Smiling as my cock jumped.

I was rarely fucked at the club. Most masters want to pound their subs on their hands and knees, and fun as that sounded, it just wasn't possible. If Master Bailey was asking, it meant the master I was going to be used by had already agreed to take me standing.

Of course he may decide against. I didn't expect universal admiration. Or I may refuse, I would be asked again. I may be too exhausted if he was a ruthless master. And ...

... oh, I was hoping for that tonight.

Still I nodded clearly. If we were both interested, then getting thoroughly nailed would be the perfect end to what I hoped would be a delightfully kinky and uncomfortable evening.

Master Bailey walked me down a dim corridor and into one of the playrooms. The rooms were well soundproofed, although I could just make out cries and what sounded like a whip as we passed one door.

A single tail has quite a distinctive sound, it tends to carry.

We entered the room, more light but still soft. I was aware, but couldn't clearly see, a figure leaning on the wall.

Master Bailey un-hooked my cuffs and secured them to a large wooden frame near the centre of the room. Then he cuffed my ankles, spreading my legs out so I was standing in an X shape, held fast in the frame.

There was a bed near one wall. A St Andrews Cross opposite. A kneeling frame (no thanks) and a harness hanging from the ceiling by chains.

I could see myself in a large mirror, and vaguely behind me a wall covered in various tools for sexual torture.

As I gazed into the dark mirror, a shape emerged. A tall man, taller than me, at least six-four. Well built, strong and muscular without being veiny and bulgy.

His chest was bare, and hairless. Leather trousers were low on his hips, exposing his vee and a light scattering of hair.

His skin was dark and flawless. Face covered with a half mask, clean shaven, and his hair covered with a durag.

No watch, tats, or ...