The Diary of B

By HMB

~My Initiation~

I have long been in denial of my true sexual identity. I always have had an attraction to certain men, but proved that “denial” by fearfully escaping “the moment” when I would inevitably shy away from a sexual encounter with a man. I am lucky being a “cute” 5’6”, 145 pound blondish, in shape, toned, tanned athletic “all American type” guy. I was now in a situation where I just had to see if I was the sexual being that I thought I was. I suppose it was both courage and desire that had led to my “surrender.” Perhaps it was in reality just pure lust. What was about to happen was quite absolute and complete, but it was also to be so very, very extreme!

I was in a man’s home and our meeting had been arranged over the Internet. My “secret desires” were now coming into reality. I amazingly had allowed him to lock my wrists into thick leather cuffs. I then willingly had my wrists locked (by “Him”) to a wooden spreading device that was bolted and chained to the ceiling – making me a “true” standing captive. This was the moment where I crossed the “line.” I finally had fully “given in” to the years of doubt yet the needs I so believed that I had. As absurd as it sounds - I was completely naked, almost fully suspended, struggling barely able to stand on my tiptoes. I had yielded to desire. I was fully exposed to him and could be no more vulnerable. It was now up to him to “teach me” about pleasure and pain. He was to teach me to learn how to please!

He walked around me, as I was being “felt up” and “inspected”. This “big, strong, take charge guy” leeringly squeezed my ass and sized me up. I was now “his boy.” He was pleased as he complimented the sexy body of his captive. He felt my ass roughly and then began to spank my fully exposed, smooth shapely ass repeatedly with his huge hands. Initially there was pleasant warmth to his forceful spanks. I liked the attention and the spanks seemed to me to be appropriate for my naughtiness.

After a while that soon changed. His spanks became powerful and almost angry. I felt so helpless yet I was quite excited by this scene. There were mirrors in “his dungeon.” I could see my sexy nude body and my arms stretched toward the ceiling. Soon he switched to a heavy wooden paddle and he rapidly got my full attention! He then proceeded to sting and whack me mercilessly, as my screams went unheard other than by him. He seemed pleased by my reaction. “HE” was making it indelibly clear to me that he was indeed “the boss”. My very red ass was soon burning in warmth and soreness as I braced myself helplessly wondering what the man who called me his “Master” wanted to do to me next.

Master began to question me. I had to answer each of his many “embarrassing” naughty x-rated questions “properly” and in the manner that he demanded.

“Will you surrender your body and soul to be?”

“Yes Master, Yes!” “Yes Master, I will!” – I said at first weakly.

“Louder!” he demanded!

Each of his questions then became far more explicit and I was quickly learning to answer each appropriately.