The German doctor (I)

My curiosity on BDSM stuff was only increasing, I loved to read erotica on this topic and I had started a few conversations online with people with similar interests, both subs and doms. One of them was a German guy, a total dominator, who had a never ending list of sexual fetishes - it was a bit scary to read it all. By then my most significant experience was with spanking, which he liked too, but he wanted to tie me up as well.

I agreed on a first date on simple terms, just to talk a bit, get to know each other and see if we could build the trust necessary to actually do some of that bondage stuff. You just don't want to be tied up  by a stranger on a first date, right?

So we met, he was very friendly, 20 years my senior - which was a record for me in online dates - very charming man. He didn't invite me to sit though, so I was standing in his living room and eventually he sat down while making a few polite comments on traffic (I was 5 minutes late). Suddenly he was silent looking me in the eyes while I still standing in front of him, this lasted at least a minute, till he said with his heavy German accent.

- So, you want to get spanked and tied up?

- Hmm, yes.. I guess.

This was not on the menu, or at least I thought it wasn't, but when he proposed I felt I could only say yes. 

- So let's take those clothes off first.

I start undressing while he was still sitting on the sofa, legs open, arms wide along the back of the sofa.

I removed everything except for the underwear, as some people like to start like that, but asked hesitantly:  

- This as well?

- I said remove the clothes.

So I guess that meant the underwear was also going. The situation was not as predicted and I was feeling quite uneasy about it, but even so, my damn cock was giving signs of life. Half mast is a good description of the pose it had while I stood there now fully in the nude. 

- Don't worry, this is just a test to see what you like. Here, old this bar with your arms straight up.

He gave me this metal tube and I was holding it horizontally with my arms up in the air. He tend told me to open my legs and lower myself a bit, flexing my legs on a 45º angle. 

- Now the most important thing, always look me in the eyes.

I did so, and immediately I started feeling all sorts of slaps and punchs all over my body: chest, arms, torso, upper legs... This is not what I was expecting, to me spanking was all about slapping one's the butt. I was a bit shocked, but his tone and attitude did not give room for hesitation, so I did my best to keep that awkward position and look him in the eyes. It was not easy, his punches were not that hard, but was uncomfortable and sufficient to make me swing from the original pose. After a while he raised always looking straight into my eyes and just said:

- I told you to keep position and always look me in the eyes.

And then slam, a sharp slap on my face. My instinct was simply to immediately straight up and look him back in the eyes. I didn't want further punishment and I really wanted to get out of that uncomfortable position. Further down my cock was now rock hard, fuck, I really could count on "him" to show my discomfort. 

- You can straight up your legs, but keep the bar straight.

This was an improvement, but has he said that, he got a strap I haven't noticed before, attached to the ceiling and tied it around my left wrist. In no time he did the same with another strap on my right wrist. Finally two other straps coming from the walls were attached to my tights, he pulls them tight, so my legs are wide open and I can't place my feet completely on the ground, I'm tiptoeing. He then took the metal bar from me. I was now looking like an X, strapped from all members. In the nude, in a total stranger's house. 

Then his phone ringed, he mutters "fuck" and quickly grabs my briefs from the floor and pushes them into my mouth as he answered the phone. I guess he wanted to make sure I would be quiet. While I feel the scent of my own underwear climbing to my nose and try to keep balance on my toes, I understand from the conversation that he's a doctor giving health advice to someone over the phone. At the same time his free hand is playing with my back side, slowly going down till his fingers are now by my asshole area. He forces one finger up and I almost jump, only that I can't jump, and I make the effort to keep balanced - not sure those straps would hold my weight if I just let myself fall, plus that would cost me further unplaisanteries, I'm sure. So, with a finger making its way up my hole, my underwear in my mouth preventing me from shouting, while tiptoeing in an X pose, the doctor keeps on recommending rest and tea over the phone. 

(to be continued)