Brian was my first guinea pig. He was a young and hormonal boy with a cock was that was perpetually hard and was trained to come on my command. I would use his orgasm as a reward for being a good slave; sometimes; I would not let him come for days. When he finally did come, it was always a lot, and I would have him lick up his cum, from my feet or my pussy.
I was learning how to be a good Dominatrix, as I was training Brian, the line between pleasure and pain. He was a willing and obedient slave. We dabbled in golden showers but it is not my thing. It was mostly bondage and discipline, some cock and ball torture, wax-play and some humiliation; this is when I learned about reward and punishment.
The S&M scene in Canada was minimal at that time, and the network was not very good, it was mainly this gay club “Boystown".
Going to the gay bar was fun, I would dress Brian up in his leather pants with his ass and cock exposed, a leather vest with nipple clamps attached and of course bare feet. We would walk to the club no matter what the weather, just a light coat over the top. I would lead him around the bar with a leash, the guys would spank his ass and slap his cock, and Brian would sit on the floor by my feet, worshipping me. He was such a good slave.
At the club, I met a small group of enthusiasts, which would put on bondage parties and dinners to learn and exchange ideas. (Like Tupperware parties.)
In the beginning, our small group consisted of one other Dominatrix, Diane with her male slave, and three male Dom’s, Alan and Thomas with female subs and Gregory with his two subs a male and a female.
Gregory was over six feet tall with a massive cock. When I wanted to teach Brian how to service a male Master, I called on Gregory.
Brian enjoyed sucking on Master Gregory’s cock but was always fearful of taking the large cock in his asshole, for obvious reasons, but he never complained.
I think he was happy with his situation. The other Dominatrix, Diane, was very cruel to her slave, leaving many deep marks on his back and ass. She also allowed anyone who wanted, to fuck him. I never treated Brian this way; I was a strict disciplinarian, but never cruel. I was very protective and selfish with Brian.
I met Paul years before when I was still with John. He would come to town occasionally he had a large uncut cock, and we would have very intense, very rough sex together. He was dominant in the relationship. It is something that I sometimes needed as well. I tried to have John fulfil that need for me as well but in the end, it just confused John, and I never tried it with Brian.
For a long time, I never told Paul about my lifestyle or that I had my own slave boy. One day I let it slip, Paul was fascinated and begged to meet Brian. (I secretly thought Paul was bisexual.)
I reluctantly decided to have them meet.
Brian and I arrived at Paul's hotel room. Paul, dressed in a robe, immediately kissed me deeply and fondled my breasts, to establish dominance. He turned to Brian and smiled lustfully.
“So this is your little slave boy,” He glared at him. “What does he do?”
“Anything I ask of him, “ I said matter-of-factly.
"Well, should we have a little fun?" He asked me. "Can he take off his clothes?
I nodded to Brian, and he immediately removed his coat, to reveal he was naked underneath.
“Awesome!” Paul exclaimed, “He even has a hard-on already!”
“Have him make us a drink,” He ordered.
I pointed Brian to the bottles of Scotch on the table. While Brian was playing bartender, Paul was taking off my clothes. He pushed me down on the bed and fingered my pussy. Brian was standing dutifully at the end of the bed with the drinks. Paul looked up smiling and grabbed the glasses.