Sir then tenderly rubbed my sensitive cheeks and added, “Good slut”.They were speeding up even more, reaching near violent levels. Gay porn Appraising me. My brain wanted to make it clear I wasn’t interested, but my cock was going in the other direction. EpilogueAnticipating marks on my body I’d have to explain to my colleagues, I had planned a trip alone in Puerta Vallarta immediately after the weekend, giving me time alone to process the 48 hours.I’d booked a beautiful seaside resort that was predominantly gay. I wasn’t looking for action but was more comfortable around like-minded people. And I needed to be somewhere where the rope burns, flogging welts and hash marks didn’t raise questions. The first night there, I collapsed in bed and slept for over 12 hours. Day 1 was spent by the pool where my punished body was probably noticeable, but I didn’t care.After a peaceful dinner alone giving me ample time to reflect, I was sitting at the bar, finally relaxed, enjoying a glass of cabernet and basking in my Dallas experience. I had met the physical, mental, and emotional challenge of being owned and abused for 48 hours. Pain, loss of control, humiliation and more; I had successfully endured them all. I had ‘won’. But more importantly, I’d
