Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 05:59:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: D G <timrehix@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master Ace Series Part 1

I first met Master Ace at the Dallas Eagle. It was a Leather Daddy event
and a friend of mine talked me into tagging along. I don't generally go to
clubs. In unregulated social situations I am shy to the point I suspect
myself of having a social anxiety disorder. I spent the night following my
friend around from group to group like an attention starved puppy while
trying hard not to appear to be acting like an attention starved puppy. It
was in one of these groups I first met and talked to Master Ace. At the end
of the night I went home and promptly forgot the name and face of everyone
I had interacted with. Master Ace however remembered me and a few days
later messaged me on Recon.

With absolutely no recollection of this man we started chatting and we
agreed to meet. I showered, shaved, got otherwise cleaned up and drove to a
Starbucks in his neck of the woods. He arrived a little after I did and we
sat down to talk. He asked the usual questions. Was I in good health? What
was my experience? What were my goals? What was I comfortable with? I did
my best to answer but I felt like I was on a job interview I hadn't
prepared for. After the interview and some unrelated chat he asked if I
wanted to go to his place. It was a simple question but BAM instant hard
on! I said yes.

I followed him to his apartment, which was right around the block from the
Starbucks. He led me up three flights of stairs and into his apartment. As
soon as the door closed behind me he told me to strip. I took off all my
clothes while he watched. I didn't want to just throw my clothes on the
floor so I walked over to a rocking chair in the corner to put everything
in a poorly folded pile. When I bent over he came up behind me reached
between my legs and started fondling my cock and balls. I was stuck in the
bent over position. I couldn't stand because he had a grip on my balls and
I was done with the clothes. Kind of at a loss for what to do I leaned on
the rocking chair and spread my legs for him to get better access. He put
his hand on my back to keep me in that position and let go of my balls. He
moved closer and I felt the crotch of his jeans grind into my ass. He
reached around me and started jacking my dick with his whole front resting
on my back. We stayed like that until I was achingly hard. He stood up
turned me around by my dick and lead me to the couch. We both sat down with
my dick still flying full mast. He reached around the far side of the couch
and pulled out a tackle box. He put it on the floor in front of me and
opened it up. It was full of gear. He said because it was our first time
playing he would let me pick what we used.

There was a lot in that tackle box. Some things I didn't know what they
were. I remember seeing a Neuro Wheel, a hood, leather restraints, rope,
metal rods in cases that reminded me of lock picks, and a staggering number
of ass toys. Some were huge thicker around than my wrist. One was a tiny
little beginner butt plug that looked about the size of a pinky finger.
Looking at the largest of the ass toys I immediately started calling this
box The Toy Box of Dreams. I really wanted to grab the largest toy but
there was no way that would fit. The whole time I am looking through the
Toy Box he is gently tugging at my dick and occasionally stroking my back
and fondling my ass. It made it hard to concentrate but I picked out a
hood, some restraints, and a modest looking butt plug in the middle range.

He explained to me that the plug I had picked was an electro plug. I had
never used something like that but I was very eager to try. I had to ask
with the metal rods in the lock pick case were. He said they were sounds,
and after explaining what they were and how they were used, I added them to
the pile.

He stood me up turned me around and put the hood on me. I did not know when
I picked it that it had a blind fold attachment. He snapped it on around
the eye holes and led me forward a few steps. I felt him take each arm and
put a fur and leather bondage cuff on it. He then walked away to fidget
with something. When he returned I felt his cold finger probe my hole. It
was covered in lube. Again I spread my legs to give him better access and
backed my ass into his probing finger. After he got three fingers in he
stopped playing with my hole and backed away from me. I stood straight and
felt a long string of my own precum hit my leg. He returned with the butt
plug. I felt it slowly being pushed into me. First just the tip then firm
pressure until it got to the widest point then back out a little then in
again this time a little closer to the wide part then out and finally
pushed with gentle determination until it popped in and my ass closed
around the base. He then connected some wires to the plug and walked me
backwards until the back of my legs hit the rocking chair and I sat down.
It is one thing to have a plug in your ass but quite another to sit down on
it while blind folded. Because you can't see you can gauge when you are
going to hit the seat. So when you do land and the butt plug gets jolted
into you it is a surprise even though you have been anticipating it during
the whole process of sitting down.

Once I was sitting he pulled out some rope and attached it to the cuffs.
Then the rope was first to the arm rests then to the rest of the rocking
chair. As I felt the rope sliding across my body, over my chest and around
my legs, the rocking chair would move. When he nudged it or when I had to
readjust my position for comfort. This would cause my weight to rest on the
butt plug differently each time. I couldn't get fully used to the plug.
Every time I got close the chair would move and I would feel the plug
rocking inside me too.

Once I was fully secured to the chair he disappeared again. In total
darkness I tried to pinpoint his location my sound and guess what he was
doing. When the current hit my ass I swear I almost came right there. I
gasped and he chuckled at me. He said the plug had multiple setting and he
proceeded to go through each one. Like an electro anal sampler platter. He
eventually settled on a pulsing that would buzz low, then high, then low,
then high. It was like getting fucked my Pikachu.

He left me sitting there for a while then I felt his hand on my dick. And
felt something cold touch the head. He said this wasn't his smallest sound
but it was good for beginners. Then it slid right in. I don't know if he
got the sound all the way in but blinded by the hood and going only on how
it felt that sound was impossibly long. It just kept on going and going. It
stopped briefly then slowly was pulled out. It felt like cumming in slow
motion. All the while my ass was being buzzed by the plug. He pushed the
sound back in then stepped away so it was sticking out the tip. Every time
my ass convulsed on the plug my dick would bounce and I felt the rod both
deep inside my dick and at the tip where it protruded out.

Master Ace stepped up to me and straddled one of my roped up legs. I felt
his body shaking and his breathing was heavy. He rubbed one finger around
my lips which were the only part of my head visible through the hood. Then
I felt the first shot of cum hit my chest then the second and third. He
stood over me shaking the last of it out of his dick onto my chest. When he
was done he stepped away again. I was left sitting there hooded, tied to a
chair, with a butt plug buzzing in my ass and a sound sticking out of my
dick, covered him Master Ace's seed. Then through the hood I saw a flash
and heard a click then another and another.

Master Ace untied me, removed everything from my various orifices, and
thanked me for a great time. We hung out for a little bit then he sent me
home saying we should really meet up again. I agreed.