The Playroom

Chapter Ten

T his is completely crazy.

One minute Master Leo and I, just a few weeks ago, were complete strangers making awkward mediocre conversation, and now, both of us standing in his playroom talking about roles and him feeling up on me as we explore each other’s desires.

What is a soft dom though?

I never knew there were different variations of how a dominant could be with their submissives. I thought it was a matter of simply being completely controlling and getting off on the pain inflicted.

It makes me wonder what exactly goes on in his head when his dominant side comes out to play? Understandably he’s the same person, but is there another layer added that allows him to behave a certain way? Like a mask that hides his day to day self. Would I be able to do the same being a submissive? All these questions circle my head and no answers to put them at ease. Despite how hot this is between us and in a sexual situation that’s completely new, there’s no way I could give myself completely and willingly to Master Leo authentically.

“Are you going to tell me?” I said.

“Of course, it’s just..." Master Leo paused, now kissing the side of my neck.

“It’s just, what?”

“It’s rather hard to concentrate on explaining things when I’ve got such a sexy handsome man in my hands I want to devour.”

There he goes again, doing what he does best, saying all the right things. And I sexually caving to every word that leaves his lips.

I let out a gentle moan, tilting my head back a little, inviting him to do more, “Please try.”

His lips ravish the sensitive skin of my neck and shoulder, my achilles heel. My throbbing member strains against its confines, desperate for release.

Thank God, his hands aren’t heading south. Otherwise, this much needed conversation would be over.

“Very well,” Master Leo softly abides, “A soft dom will always treat their submissives with respect, without any form of humiliation. There’s power that radiates, it’s never exercised, but rather we are patient.”

Master Leo’s strong hands slip beneath my shirt, his fingers grazing over the bare skin he’s revealed. His heated gaze follows, lingering on every inch as if silently asking weather to strip it away—or leave me begging for more.

I nod, giving him permission.

In one swift motion, the shirt is lifted off over my head and discarded to the side of us on the floor.

“We don’t push to satisfy our own desires, but wait for the submissive to progress at their own pace,” he adds.

Gripping my body possessively as he takes in the sight of my smooth bare skin. His hands ravage every inch of my flesh hungrily taking it in, teasing and caressing my sensitive nipples until they harden in response.

Without saying a word, Master Leo grips my hips leaning forward until he comes face to face with my left nipple, looking at me once again for permission to play with it.

Nodding yes to him, his mouth eagerly latches, sucking and gently biting with no restraint

“Oh fuck,” I mutter, under my breath.”

“Feels good?” Master Leo voices, in a sensual tone.

“Mmmmhmmmm,” I reply.

Of course it feels good. It feels fucking great! The way he maneuvers his tongue and knowing the exact time to nibble, sends me over close to the edge.

“We gain insight and knowledge of the submissive to know what triggers can sever the connection and at the same time know what triggers can further connection and excitement.”

Oh, I’m excited alright.

He eagerly switches to my neglected nipple, pinching it at first and then massaging with his talented tongue. My body resumes instantly, arching towards him, craving more.

“Want me to bite a little harder?”

I could only nod, unable to form words.

“Verbally tell me yes,” Leo insistently purred.

My mouth opens with harsh breaths, “Yes sir, please bite my nipple harder.”

“Does my Boy like what his master is doing to him?”

Boy?

Where did that come from? Even so, when did I become his boy? My mind hasn’t been made up as to wanting to partake in this kind of fuckery. It’s nearly impossible to think straight when a gorgeous, muscle-bound man is teasing my nipples with an infuriating mix of skill and confidence.

“My turn,” I tell him, pressing my hand on his shoulder.

Master Leo looked up at me, licking his lips seeming a bit confused at the sudden turn of events. Standing, he and I were eye to eye again. He stood before me, his chest thrust forward, the muscles of his shoulders pulling his shirt tight across his body. His back was straight, a sharp line of authority, and his legs were planted wide, a stance that left no doubt who was in control.

His dark eyes locked on mine, smoldering with a challenge leaving nothing soft or hesitant about him—just unfiltered dominance.

Every inch of him screamed intention, and I felt it in the heat crawling up my neck. The slight curl of his lips—more of smirk than a smile—was a wicked promise that made me yearn for more. He didn’t have to say a word—the way he owned the space, owned me, with just his presence was enough.

“May I take off my Master's shirt?” I asked.

A small tick of a smile flickered.

“Would it please Master?”

“Yes it would, Boy.”

There it was again—Boy.

Why does he call me that? Is it some kind of title, given to the submissive by the dominant? God, there’s still so much I don’t understand about any of this. And yet, for reasons I can’t fully explain, hearing him say it—especially with “my” in front of it—pulls at something deep inside me. A low, unfamiliar ache. Do I like the idea of being owned?

Something inside me switched on.

My hands immediately pressed against Master Leo’s solid pecs, digging my fingers lightly causing my heart to race. I bit my bottom lip in response showing Master Leo how much I enjoy touching him

His fingers caress under my chin, “Master is waiting.”

Doing as I’m told, my fingers, one by one, slowly unbutton his shirt gently removing it off of him and tossing it where my shirt laid.

His upper body swollen and sculpted hills and valleys with precision, each muscle harmoniously defined and exuding raw strength. Master Leo’s chest is broad and powerful, the first pectorals creating an inviting expanse of hard muscle while his shoulders are wide, tapering down to well-developed arms that ripple with every subtle movement.

Continuing south, his abs are perfectly chiseled ridges, leading down to a pronounced v-line that draws my eye and accentuates the symmetry of his form with a light dusting of blonde fur, just around the abs.

I couldn’t help but stare. It’s not like me to freeze up over a guy’s physique—there’s a first time for everything, I guess. Every line of him made perfect, like a sculptor had taken his time carving him out of marble.

Master Leo’s eyes never deviated from mine watching my every glance and reaction of seeing him shirtless. I want to say something, like asking if watching him pleases him, just not sure if that’s something a submissive would do and I don’t want to screw that up.

In return, I reach towards his left nipple only to be stopped by him. Is this not allowed? Or do I have to wait for more instruction from him?

“I would like everything removed,” he demanded.

His grasp was strong, yet gentle, unlike what he did to Kyle’s hand back at dinner. It didn’t hurt nor did I feel unashamed for attempting something of my own freewill.

“Yes sir,” I said, tilting my head down and immediately getting on my knees.

With a gentle motion, I carefully unlace his shoes and slip them off, peeling off his socks next—he lets out a relieved grateful sigh.

“Good boy” he praises me, in a soft voice.

His feet are smooth, unblemished, like they’ve been walking on nothing but clouds—better than I imagined they’d be. I can’t bring myself to do anything but wanting to please him. Kneeling, my hands begin to massage them, moving gently hoping he won’t stop me. His eyes flutter shut, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. With each kneed of my finger, I can feel him melting and loosing up.

My body and hands travel upward, leaving his feet and gliding along his calves, then his thighs. A low, wholesome moan leaves his lips, filling me with a deep sense of satisfaction. I stop only for seconds before my fingers find the button of his blue pants.

Master Leo fills out his clothes like they were made especially for him and wouldn’t be surprised if they were. The man owns and operates a full functioning BDSM dungeon after all. Why shouldn’t he have custom made clothes?

My heart begins to thump harder in my chest and makes me feel like a high schooler nervous to see someone else naked, other than myself, ready to lose my v-card. I look up at Master Leo, connecting with his blue eyes unsure if I need permission again or what.

I know he’s feeling just as excited as his arousal is apparent—the outline of his semi-hard cock strains against the fabric of his pants, teasing with a tantalizing glimpse of what lies beneath. It’s a promising sight, leaving little doubt or any question of disappointment.

“Go on,” he invites me.

That devilish smirk sends a surge of heat straight to my core. How many nights have I imagined myself exactly here, on my knees, ready to worship Master Leo in the most intimate, devout possible?

With trembling hands, I make quick work of his pants, popping the button free and tugging down the zipper. The fabric parts, revealing a teasing hint of black boxer briefs. My breath catches as my gaze locks onto the firm outline underneath. Gripping the waistband, knuckles white with tension, I begin to lower it slowly. This isn’t just undressing him—it’s unveiling him. Blonde curls above his cock has my pulse racing, a delicious pressure building just under the surface inside me.

Then it comes into view and my hole clenches at the thought of being stretched, filled completely by him. Every instinct within me screams to take him now, to surrender fully, to show him exactly how far I’ll go to please.

Immediately my body reacted by wanting to start kissing or even licking his cock, but I was met again with resistance.

“Patience, boy,” Master Leo said softly.

He was right, as much as I disliked having to wait, this was part of taking on the submissive role. The rest of his hard cock broke free, flopping around for a bit.

Staring back at me with a girthy, pulsating seven and a half inches of cock. It’s thick veins winding along the surface like rivers on a map. The smooth skin glistening faintly under the dim light, a subtle sheen hinting at the warmth radiating from it.

My fingers tingle at the thought of tracing every ridge and curve, and my tongue ached with curiosity, imagining the salty tang mingling with sweetness.

Much like his body, the cock was just as perfect.

Removing his underwear, throwing them to what I now considered the discard pile. Master Leo was now completely naked now standing ever so comfortably with no shred of shame or regret and there’s only one word that describes him, beautiful.

“Does my boy like what he sees?”

“Yes I do, sir,” I quickly respond, without even thinking.

“Good.”

The man was a walking, pulsing embodiment of lust. Truly a masterpiece sculpted from the hands of Greek gods, every muscle and curve exuded raw sexuality.

He turned and walked confidently away from me, heading to the bed giving me such a marvelous view of his perfect bubble butt that jiggles with every step.

He sits down at the edge of bed, stroking his cock a few times. The light contours to the various shapes of his body like a model ready to be drawn.

“Come here,” he softly demanded.

Rising to my feet, I walked over stopping only a few feet away from him.

“Take your pants off.”

“Um..." I said.

“Is there a problem?” he quizzically asked, furrowing his eyebrow.

What do you say to a man who’s oozing confidence, walking around fully naked with someone he barely knows? Why did I just describe every Grindr hookup in existence? I shouldn’t be afraid to take off my pants—Master Leo already had my in his mouth, let alone swallowed my load.

But still, here I was, frozen, fully clothed from the waist down, while he stood across from me, like a sculpture come to life, all calm and dominance and unflinching control. He tilted his head, his eyes steady, waiting for an answer to the question I hadn’t yet heard.

“Are you ashamed of your body?” he asked finally, breaking the silence.

I opened my mouth to deny it, but nothing came out.

“I’ve just...never done a striptease for someone before,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow, “Why do you think you’re giving me a striptease?”

“Well,” I begin, gesturing vaguely to my body, “I’m standing here about to take off my pants. I’d assume that constitutes one.”

“No.”

His voice was steady but gently, like he was carefully choosing his words.

“Stripteases are artificial displays of intimacy, often set to terrible music and empty of any real connection. I’m not asking for a performance. What I want is for you to willingly surrender your vulnerability. To let me see the purest essence of your being. No walls. No pretense.”

I just stood there staring.

Vulnerability.

Surrender.

Words that should’ve scared me, but for some reason, didn’t. Maybe it was the way he said it, like it wasn’t a demand but an invitation. An offering of something more than just sex.

I’d never thought of it that way before.

Here, Master Leo wanted to see me with strings attached and he did say soft doms don’t want to place their subs in a position of humiliation. He was waiting for me to make the next move, but I could see it now—the worry behind his calm expression. Did he think he asked too much of me? Does he think I shut down or pull away? What he didn’t know was that I couldn’t stop thinking about being only his. Not just tonight, but completely.

Still, that didn’t stop the doubt creeping in at the edges of my mind. “May I face away from Master?” I asked, trying to keep the night going, to hold on to this connection before I let fear ruin it.

“If it pleases my body, it will please me,” he said simply.

“Thank you, sir” I whisper, turning away from him.

My hands moved to the waistband of my pants, and for a moment I stopped. Not because I didn’t want this—God, I did—but because of the memory that clawed its way to the surface, unbidden and unwelcome.

It was my first year of college, and I’d felt untouchable the night I brought someone twice my age back to my dorm. He was hot, and the kind of guy I didn’t think I had a chance with. I’d been so proud of myself. Until my clothes came off. I still remember the way his face changed when he saw me—something between pity and revulsion. Even remembering him saying, “Nope,” like my body was a punchline.

That moment had stuck with me, carving a hollow space in my chest that I haven't quite figured out how to fill. Since then, I’ve been hesitant to date, let alone rarely taking my clothes off for anyone.

Hesitant to risk letting someone see me bare and the whole vulnerability thing Leo says, it just hasn’t been kind to me.

I blinked, returning to the present. My breath steadied as I slid them down, the fabric pooling at my feet, tossing them with my foot onto the growing pile of discards. The room felt impossibly still, like even the air was holding its breath. Turning around, I wanted to hide my face as a nervous flush spread across my chest, showing as much skin as he did now.

“I’m not built like you-.”

“You’re beautiful,” he softly said, his eyes ranking over every curve and contour of my body before rising to close the distance between us. Our hard, aching cocks collided with a delicious friction, igniting a fiery heat.

In a swift motion with the back of his fingers, he softly brushed against my well defined chest sending goosebumps all over. He noticed the rush and smirked knowing what he was doing had a major effect on me.

“You like what you see then?”

His eyes shifted to mine, “Very much,” continuing to run his hands over my toned body.

“I’m not as built-”

“Your body may not look like mine, though I can see you take care of it,” he interjected once more, pointing out the toned areas of my body.

He wasn’t wrong, the gym had become a part of my daily routine and I certainly didn’t want to have another experience of someone running out on me.

“What do we do now, sir?” I flirtatiously asked.

A small, unsure hum exerted from Master Leo as I saw the gears turning in his head. What was this man planning? Hopefully nothing too extreme, as I’m not on his level or wherever he’s at.

“You know what, I haven’t had any dessert tonight. And your master is craving,” he trailed, drawing it out, “-something sweet.”

“Something sweet?” I questioned.

“Something vanilla.”

With a grin, he took my hand and led me deeper in the middle of the luxurious black silk bed, asking me to lay back as he maneuvered, holding my legs open, resting the tip of his member right at the puckering entrance of my hole.

“Does my boy like it wrapped or raw?” Master Leo Asked, his voice a seductive purr.

My breath hitched at his question while my mind scrambled for an answer—with all the sex I’ve had (or lack thereof) protection had always been a given, whether it was my partner or me reaching for a condom.

He started to trace his soothing line with his thumb along my thigh, probably because of the hesitation on my face.

“We can use a condom, if you prefer. Please know, I get tested and on PrEP as well, I will not get upset either way if that’s what you’re worried about”

Of course, why wouldn’t he get tested regularly. He probably made it part of his routine. There hasn’t been no reason no to trust Master Leo.

“Raw, please, sir” I finally whispered, the word trembling on my lips, “Please sir.”

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “Good Choice.”

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep, demanding kiss. I melted into it, the warmth and firmness of his body pressing against mine, making my heart race even fast.

Master Leo’s hand moves swiftly to the side of the bed to grab a bottle of lube—his fingers deftly popping the cap, pouring a generous amount into his palm. The cool liquid slips through his fingers as he works it over his length.

He shifted, positioning himself more comfortably between my legs, and I felt the slick head of his dick pressing against my entrance. He paused, looking into my eyes, his expression softening for a moment.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice gentler.

“Yes,” I breathed, my body ready for him, “I’m ready.”

With a controlled, steady motion, he began to push inside, stretching me. I gasp at the sensation, gripping the sheets with my fingers. It was a mix of pleasure and a slight burn as my body adjusted to his girth.

He paused again, giving me a moment for my body to accept his cock while his thumb brushing soothing circles on my hips.

“Relax,” he murmured, “Just breathe.”

I took a deep breath, trying to relax my muscles as he continued to push forward inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside me. The feeling was intense, overwhelming, but also an incredibly intimate feeling connected to him on a different level and in a way I never experienced before.

He started to move, pulling out and pushing himself back in, setting a rhythm that was both gentle and yet rough. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, building steadily.

Every thrust, every movement, coiling tighter and tighter inside me—Master Leo’s breath grew heavier seeing the intensity in his eyes.

The rawness of it all, the pure unfiltered connection—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. There’s no barrier between us, it’s just him and me, skin to skin with every sensation magnified.

“Stroke your dick,” Master Leo demanded, between breaths.

Spitting into my own hand as the lube wasn’t near, I did what was demanded of me. Adding this sensation on top of having him inside me hitting my g-spot started to build inside.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I yelled.

“Is Master hitting your sweet spot?”

“Fuck, yes!”

Master Leo’s breathing grew heavier and his eyes burned with an intense, almost feral desire. His muscles flexed and rippled the deeper thrusted into me. Beads of sweat started to form on his brow, running down his sculpted chest adding to his raw, primal appeal.

“I’m getting close,” I managed to gasp, clutching his thighs.

“Me too,” he growled, his voice a deep, guttural sound.

His thrusts became faster, harder, more desperate.

“Come for me, boy.”

“Oh fuck, sir,” I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me, my body tensing and shuddering with the force of it as every nerve ending was on fire.

“Fuck yeah,” he added.

I felt him stiffen, his own orgasm followed mine as he groaned deeply, his body shaking with the intensity of his climax. I could feel his cock pumping his warm release, filling me up adding to the sensation.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him closer, wanting more of him. We stayed like that for a moment, tangled together in our hollow breaths panting and sated, basking in the afterglow.

Master Leo withdrew from me, only to trail a series of tender kisses along my body before capturing my lips again. It’s as if he’s mapping out my soul, piece by piece, with each press of his lips.

He looked up at me, his blue eyes sparkling with a mixture of tenderness and lust, “For being vanilla, it sure was incredible,” he murmured, his voice soft.

I couldn’t help but smile, a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the physical pleasure we’d just shared, “You’re not what I expected,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

“Oh!” he said, settling beside me, pulling me into his arms, “Sounds like disappointment?”

Pursing my lips together and pausing for dramatic effect, “It was better than I imagined.”

A smirk tugged at his lips as I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Each beat was a smoothing melody, grounding me in the moment.

“What happens next?” I asked.

His fingers traced gentle patterns on my back, “Stay with me tonight,” he suggested, voice filled with sincerity.

“Here? In the playroom?”

“Here, or in my main bedroom. The bed there isn’t as gigantic as this one, but I’m indifferent.”

We just had sex for the first time, and now he’s asking me to spend the night.

You know what? Fuck it. That’s my new attitude after all of this. I’ve spent so much time building walls, dodging men, avoiding dates, sidestepping relationships—it’s exhausting. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it’s pride. Either way, I’m done running. It’s time for a change.

I glance at him, his steady gaze holding mine, and I take a breath. “I’ll stay the night,” I say, testing the words, feeling their weight settle into the quiet between us. Then, with a smirk to hide my nerves, I add, “Plus, I have to get used to the playroom if I’m going to be your submissive.”

His expression flickers—surprise, maybe, or satisfaction—and then he tightens his embrace, pulling me closer, our bodies tangled in the sheets. He doesn’t say anything, just holds me, and for a moment, the world outside these four walls doesn’t matter.

Wrapped in his arms, I feel his warmth seep into me. Maybe this is foolish. Maybe it’s reckless. But right now, it’s enough.