Hello everyone, today I’m going to tell you what happened to me last night, probably the beginning of my belonging to my master. Let me introduce myself: Théo, 23 years old, 171 cm for 60 kg, white, slim, short hair with curls on top and a small beard. When you see me in the street you can’t imagine I’m a real submissive bitch in bed. Yesterday afternoon I was too excited and kept touching myself, so I put on my chastity cage (7 cm x 3.4 cm; when erect my dick is 17 x 5) and my sky-blue Calvin Klein thong to hold the cage in place and make sure I couldn’t jerk off. Being locked in the cage and feeling the string against my hole only made me even more excited, but I couldn’t play with my ass because I’d been using toys too hard the night before and had slightly injured my sphincter, so I made sure to apply cream regularly so I could use it again as soon as possible.

Anyway, I logged onto my second unitedmen profile, the one I use when I’m in a slutty mood. I name my profile “slut 🔐” and put in the description “submissive bottoms, looking for a dom to make me do locktober locked up” because yes, I’ve always dreamed of doing locktober and this year I’m determined. The cage I have right now isn’t made for prolonged wear, so I ordered a new Solid Aspic chastity cage (5 cm x 3.2) with an integrated padlock, slightly smaller than my dick when flaccid, plus a new dildo 20 x 4 to really open up my pussy.

It must have been around 9 pm when suddenly I feel my phone vibrate: a unitedmen notification from an empty profile: “hi, free tonight, can I empty you and clean you outside? Quick plan to test you; if you’re good we’ll see for the rest.” I immediately liked his direct approach. After that we exchanged photos and expectations—what he’d tell me about later—and he gave me an appointment in 30 minutes on the empty parking lot of some kind of hospital near the sea. I had to come locked in the cage, wearing the thong and properly dressed. So I put on black pants, a black T-shirt and a jacket and headed to the meeting point. The guy I was going to meet is 24 and a cook in a restaurant; I’ll only see him outside (we live almost an hour away from each other but his work is halfway, which is why we meet outside, and probably because of his exhibitionist side I would discover over time).

At 11 pm I arrive at the parking lot; there’s only one car—he’s waiting for me. I get out of the car, join him, hand him some water without him speaking to me, and we start walking. I don’t know the place but he’s used to it. The guy in front of me just exudes masculinity; he’s a few centimeters taller than me, maybe just under 1.80m, with a small belly but it seems firm. As agreed in chat while I was driving, I have to address him formally and call him “maître” or “boss”; I don’t know his first name.

We take a wooden path along the beach; there’s no one. After 2 minutes while walking he pulls my pants down below my thighs so he can check out my ass in the thong. He tugs on the string and spanks me in the middle of the path; it excites me. The sky is clear that night and despite no streetlights, the moon lights us well. We continue walking—me with my jeans around my thighs, ass in the open, and him with a hand on my butt. We reach a dead end by the sea with a rectangular wooden bench with no back, like a big step. He comes over, moves my thong aside and checks my cage, grabs it firmly and bends me over the bench right away to put me on all fours with my back arched and my ass sticking out.

We had agreed on a blowjob plan to test me before going further. He starts kneading my ass and slapping it, then moves to stand at the end of the bench, making me crawl on all fours to get to him. I have his package in front of my face; I look up and look again. He tells me “open your mouth, slut” and spits a gob in it, then pins my head against his package and orders me to sniff well; I take deep breaths and rub my face against his dick already erect. He’d told me it was 19 cm but it’s really thick, at least 5 cm I think. I already can’t wait to suck it at that moment. I start devouring his dick through the jeans then through his underwear, while looking him in the eye with my bitch face while he spanks my ass, which is starting to redden. I take his whole glans in my mouth through his underwear then ask for permission to remove his underwear to free his cock. By reflex I switch to “tu” and I get a good slap in the face; I immediately understand my mistake and apologize and correct myself. That actually turned me on and made me want to obey his demands even more.

I pulled out his dick—how beautiful it was: 19 x 5, thick with a big glans and big balls right below. Being a good bitch, I start by taking his balls in my mouth. He pressed my face as deep into his balls as possible so I could only breathe his scent from coming out of work. He didn’t stink but smelled like a virile man who’d been working; I loved that smell. Then I took the glans into my mouth, played with it and started going back and forth. He said “I’ll let you suck a bit and then I’m going to have fun”; with my mouth full I only lifted my eyes to look at him and started to moan as a form of response. Not even three back-and-forths later he grabbed me by the neck and shoved his dick all the way down, holding me in a deep throat for a few seconds, then pulled it out covered in saliva and slapped me with it. He repeated that treatment several times until his dick was soaked and strings of saliva were hanging down, with my mouth dripping saliva all the way to my chin. He collected the saliva from his dick, smeared it on my face and gave me several slaps. I loved being treated like a simple hole. While he was smearing me I kept looking straight into his eyes with my submissive look. Then he spat on my face again before shoving his dick back into my mouth to fuck it.

At one point he tilted my head to the side and drove his dick into the back of my throat; this time it passed my glottis and went really all the way down. He held my head and gave me hard slaps on both cheeks that must have been starting to turn red. I was choking on his dick; I endured it; in any case I had no choice because he kept his dick deep down in my throat. He let go of my cheeks to grab my balls sticking out of the chastity cage. I was surprised and let out a muffled cry because his dick was at the bottom of my throat. He pulled my balls toward him and upward, making me jerk and lift my knees off the ground. Finally he let me go and said “there’s room to do something; do you want to keep playing?” I replied “yes” and bam, before I had time to realize it I got a big slap—“yes who???”—I answered “yes maître.”

Still on all fours, ass in the open, thong on the bench, he told me to come down to the ground while staying on all fours. He sat on the bench and fucked my mouth again, with less and less manners and respect as the minutes passed. My hair was a mess because he was pulling it to push his dick in or out. My mouth was full of saliva; from gagging it was running down my chin, which he came to collect with his hand to spread all the bitch drool on my face and then slap me hard before shoving himself back into me.

He took off my T-shirt; I was naked now, with my shoes on and my pants at my ankles, with only my thong and still locked in the cage. I could feel it wanting to swell and escape the cage, which excited me more. He made me put my hands behind my back and tied them with my T-shirt. Now I was on the edge of the beach, well lit by the moon, almost naked and on my knees with my hands tied behind my back, submissive to a guy I hadn’t even known 2 hours earlier. He was standing behind me, stuck his fingers into my mouth, then walked around to face me; I had his wide, hard cock right in front of my face. He said, with a contemptuous and satisfied smile, “now we’re really going to have fun” and I immediately swallowed his glans in response. He grabbed me by the hair and fucked my mouth like never before; I could no longer protest or tap his thigh when I was gagging too much; I was at his mercy. He fucked my mouth super fast until he made me drool, with a string of saliva running down my chin. At that moment I truly felt like a bitch. He alternated quick back-and-forths and deep throats, letting me take breaks but with his dick still as deep as possible inside me. When I was gagging he even put his thighs over my shoulders, impaling me and completely pinning me with his dick deep in my throat; I couldn’t breathe anymore.

He looked at his watch, pulled out his cock and started jerking off, the glans resting on my tongue sticking out, waiting to receive my reward. Then he gave me a huge facial that covered my whole face, my beard and a bit of my hair. Instinctively, without him even asking, I started cleaning his dick. He untied me; I washed my face with the water I had brought and got dressed again. We walked back to the cars chatting a bit, then said goodbye and got into our cars. So excited, I stopped at a parking lot on the way and got out of the car to take photos of the cage outside—the first time I’d gone out with it and surely not the last.