What to expect from a Meet With A Pro Male Dominant

A few weeks ago I blogged about a subject close to my heart. It had been on my mind for months, and was titled ‘Letting Go’. It must have hit the spot with a number of readers, because since then I’ve had a steady stream of inquiries, mostly from guys who’ve not yet found what they’re looking for. Many of them told me they’d visited countless dommes, but had been left ‘underwhelmed’ by their experiences, especially relating to electro. I’ve long held the belief that unless you actually use electro on yourself, you’re going to have a hard time delivering a session the likes of which the client ain’t gonna forget in a hurry. Granted, some women do use electrostimulation, mainly on the clitoris, but its fair to say, most of the electrodes on the market are geared towards men for stimulation of the penis and ass. But women have asses too! Yes I know, but that’s not where their ‘spot’ is, is it? Consequently female anal stimulation via electrostim isn’t so sought after. Electrastim had been gaining in popularity for years, long before ‘the surveillance sickness’ appeared in 2020. During the plandemic interest in self stimulation soared, as people complied with the #StaySafe message, and rejected the company of others, socially or sexually. Stim manufacturers milked it for all it was worth and interest has remained at heightened levels ever since. Surveys suggest too, there’s a sea change going on with Zoomers with regard to skin on skin sex, with upwards of 30% of younger guys not participating AT ALL, preferring virtual sex instead. Anyway, lets not get too deep, this blog isn’t about statistics it’s about ‘what to expect from a meet with a male pro dominant’. ‘What you can expect’ to me, raises questions. Torment even. This isn’t something new; its a trait I’ve endured, yes, that IS the correct word….over a lifetime; certainly since childhood. Was I born a Switch, with a submissive side? OR, was I molded that way by a Victorian father and Public Schools hellbent on ‘achieving’ no matter what. What I AM comfortable with is an ability to alternate between the two, with ease…. domination & submission. That’s probably what attracts me to the life of a pro male dominant… empathy and a deep interest in human sexuality, as well as being bisexual since earliest memories. ‘Torment’ means I feel obligated to deliver AT ALL COSTS. I used to think it was because I have a short fuse and can’t handle confrontation very easily, well not in an eloquent detached manner anyways. I’ve felt compelled, in business, to make damn sure the client has no cause for complaint. So I have a tendency to under promise and over deliver, to PROTECT MYSELF. And it’s worked; there’s a ‘but’ though. It’s meant I’ve gone beyond the call of duty too many times and consequently lost out on profits, either from a reduced number of repeats, or by failing to price in the attention to detail in the first place. ‘The art of good service is to deliver what the customer wants and just a little bit more’ so goes the saying. That’s a fine line. I’ve lost count of the number of people in the kink business who say ‘just give them a little’ and ‘leave a lot on the table’ keep tempting them so they come back for more….’, sound advice I suppose, but I’m ME and they’re THEM. A good many of MY clients DO come back for more, so I must be doing something right. Nevertheless, the ‘service’ angle torments me still.

Some men message me with a screed… a life history with a long list of what they seek. The time required to serve everything on their menu often equates to several hours, multiple sessions even, then when they work out the cost, some will shrink it down to ‘must have’s’ over an hour or an hour and a half. Certain services, like fisting, can’t be rushed… you need TIME to get in the zone; and time afterwards to come back down too! ‘Matt’ the subject of today’s missive, messaged me at short notice, less than 90 minutes. I told him to call straightaway. I recognised his name…he’s an ‘X’ follower, and to his credit, he did just that, calling in an instant. He told me he’d seen Tees Valley Mistress and had a good session with her ‘years ago’ in the Darlington dungeon, so I didn’t ask him the usual questions (for screening). I listened to his needs/wants/desires, which included anal stretching, possibly with electro included, fisting, and penis milking. The SeriousKit milker was at the top of his list. So I constructed a rough timetable in my head…. all very well agreeing to 45 minutes of milking, but not so good if either ‘he doesn’t like it’ OR, ‘he can’t help himself from cumming prematurely’ despite ‘Master’s’ best efforts diverting attention away from ejaculation by skilful edging. FYI, multiple orgasms forced or otherwise are on the menu, however, few men in reality have the willpower to stay the course. Sometimes I offer meetings with written CNC where I can milk the sub repeatedly to my hearts content. Like many of my clients, I’m still on a journey, ever more complex, and extreme, with the ultimate goal of providing a medical ward type scenario, with several subs side by side, in full electro rubber suits, the whole works #StayTuned. (I’m at last working on ambitious, but neverthless ‘DO-able’ plans to bring you a venue far superior to what we had in Darlington, #workinprogress)

Once we’d spoken on the phone, I morphed into full pro-male-dom mode. Up to that point the day had been spent trading. I’m getting my head around cycles and more profitable swing trades, absorbing stuff, not for the faint of heart and CERTAINLY not for those who can’t handle risk. Interesting parallels there! While readying the kit, Matt texted to say perhaps he should be ‘more realistic due to time constraints and to skip the anal stretching/fisting, still open to some anal play though maybe with electrodes’. He came across as sensible, measured, an old head on young shoulders, refreshingly different from the run-of-the-mill idiots who persist in texting me scenarios in minute detail with no intention of going through with them. How do I know? Thirteen years of reading messages! Believe it or not, a SINGLE WORD in a text sometimes can be a reliable indicator of a dreamer #tricksofthetrade #sexworkisrealwork #oldestprofession

While welcoming his message, in truth I’d already locked on to his list of desires, and committed in my head to a ‘running order’. That’s how I like it, in contrast to those who simply ‘go with the flow’. That method’s all very well, but you risk running out of time with few of your client’s boxes ticked, and not my style. Different strokes for different folks I guess.

A short while after, he’d parked close by and was beating a path to my door… fresh faced, six foot two and stocky. You can tell a lot by the way someone moves; I used to notice that when interviewing staff. I could see straightaway Matt was enthusiastic, a do’er with not enough hours in the day… he was ON FIRE, I’d imagine most of the time. A bit like me. After a short consultation we headed to the playroom. He’d douched beforehand, and smelt squeaky clean, me too. Even as a pro male dominant with little expectation of much direct skin-on-skin contact, I STILL prep meticulously for each & every session. It just doesn’t feel right otherwise.

Matt stripped down to black silky boxers. Though young, he’d got ‘man tits’, firm not saggy, with indistinct nipples. I asked him if they were sensitive. ‘Yeah….’ he replied. Just to be certain I brushed them with my fingers then tweaked one of them quite hard, encouraged by what I was seeing…. chicken flesh all up his legs and midriff indicating a level of arousal.
‘Hood?’ I inquired.
‘The gas mask!’ he replied
It took a couple of minutes to adjust, then I asked him for his popper bottle. Unscrewing the cap I carefully poured a proportion of its content on to a rag held in the jar attached to the pump on the mask.

‘Good ones these’ I noted. He’d sourced the ‘proper stuff’ from the Continent, as I do.

‘Big deep breath!’ I commanded him while pumping the rubber bulb… we were getting him well and truly IN THE ZONE, evidenced by his sighs accompanied by slight colouring up of his skin.
‘On your tummy, mind the hoop’, I beckoned him onto the f*cking bench. I positioned a cushion beneath his chest, instructed him on safe words and hand signals, then restrained him, tightly, using straps and cuffs. He’d told me he could manage a three inch diameter dildo/insertion but I elected to start small. I’ve a big selection of toys and ‘implements’, & chose to start with a couple of glass dongs. In my view you can’t beat glass… solid, safe, suitable for temperature play too, with some of them you can accurately target the spot. Sometimes your man starts dribbling precum, while others there’s none at all. I seldom precum myself unless the P-spots directly targeted, or after an especially hot n erotic session during the last two minutes before ejaculation proper. Other men stream continuously. Everyone’s different. It became clear Matt was well used to anal play… pretty soon we were on to the big 8 inch realistic cock modelled on a Californian porn star whose name I don’t recall… what I DO remember is how delicious that one feels when you’re almost there but not quite; that exquisite mix of pleasure and pain, then one day it pops, and it feels even more divine. You never wanna go too quick with anal play either in a session, OR over periods of time, because once you’ve taken the biggest IE fisting, there’s nowhere else to go, you’re at the limit. Granted, you can lay off for a while then restart, but best to TAKE TIME and savour the feelings. It can get addictive, and I wondered if Matt was one of those guys… well and truly hooked. Talking of which I’d got that ready too, the hook, but deemed it inappropriate once I’d seen ‘the lie of the land’… the furrow so to speak ha! In fairness, Matt’s body was pretty cute, despite the stockiness.

You need now, dear reader, to study the image to get an idea of scale. There’s no manipulation, the popper bottle stood at the base of the giant realistic cock dildo is real so you can appreciate the sheer size of the beast. In between insertions I’d been massaging Matt’s cock and balls; he was getting turned on, but it seemed what really took him over the edge was the big stuff. Gently introducing the tip of the monster to his hole, I pushed. He wasn’t gaping, and appeared ‘normal’; it must have been down to regular training. All the time we were in conversation, softly spoken, occasionally whispering. I inquired as to whether he’d been f*cked for real. He hadn’t. He told me it was his girlfriend who’d fisted him [LUCKY MAN!] but also their ‘sex life wasn’t very good’. Hmmmmm. Her fist was small apparently… too easy for him. I took note, for future reference, because not only are my fists man-sized, but I’ve got realistic [smaller]rubber ones too for training. You’ll see from the pic the dildo measures twelve inches from the balls to the tip, fifteen inches total and do you know what? Co-ordinating pressure with the loosening effect of the poppers, I succeeded slowly but surely to get eleven inches of it in. Pausing for a while, I then started f*cking him with it, slow to start with at around three inches per stroke. Matt was lovin’ it. I’ve been there myself, what about you? Are you reading this wishing? Wondering? Or are your feelings negative, verging on revulsion? If they’re the former, I’m glad I’ve piqued your interest. And as for the latter, never say ‘never!’ Because if you’re on a journey, you’ll likely end up places you never dreamt of, such is life, one thing leads to another, one door closes another opens and so on and so forth.

Now, Matt was turned on, visibly so. He was pushing rearward onto the phallus, moaning & grunting, between heavy breaths. I thought it might be time to try some electro. Carefully removing the monster, I changed tack. Starting small, I inserted a 37mm electro plug. Most guys struggle with that, but for Matt it was eazy-peazy. I’d stuck an electro-pad to his scrotum…. his cock had shrunk almost all the way into his balls with no more than an inch visible, so fitting a loop wasn’t an option at this stage. I flicked the 2B to High Power, then to Throb. Matt responded positively, so much so that I had the power up to 35% in no time at all. I was testing him. I knew too his ass had been stretched, so he might be a candidate for the ‘Large Deviant’, a bi-polar electrode six inches in length & a 50mm diameter. What makes it extra special (and challenging) is the rippled head; machined ridges all around the shaft designed to tease and tantalise as it enters. Ripples are good, and highly effective with stimulation, however, even small ones can be tricky to get in… patience is needed. It took a good five minutes, but our combined efforts were rewarded… firmly in place buried deep in his hole, the Deviant just needed powering up; the act of inserting while gently masturbating him had caused cock to make an appearance… enough for me to fasten a loop, one wire to it, the other attached to Deviant, and we were again good to go. You know what I’m gonna say don’t you……

Matt was in ecstasy. Pleasure and pain and sex and kink and thoughts of being gang banged & bukkake… all those things and more were running through Matt’s mind at a hundred miles an hour, how do I know? Because he shared some of them….together we painted a picture… I’d removed my boots and dropped my leather trousers…. Shedding them completely I shuffled around to the head of the f*cking bench, while still sharing lurid details of possible scenarios while Matt endured the Deviant and its ridges. I’d got turned on too. Though not hard, I’d the makings of a semi, concealed within a black wetlook thong. Turning Matts head to one side, I removed the gas mask and pulled him towards my bulge…. him nuzzling into it got me harder, prompting me to fully expose myself… around 5 inches now, semi flaccid. Offering it towards his mouth he stopped short…‘Condom’ he demanded (I told you he was a sensible bloke for all his kinkiness ~ #selfcontrol) I did as he asked, rubbered up, then offered it to him again; he needed little encouragement. Despite the rubbery taste, he gorged on me, pleasuring me to seven hard and horny inches. All the time I was tweaking the knob on the 2B, trying to find that sweet spot…that background wave inherent within the device, which emulates the feeling you get just prior to ejaculation…its glorious, but elusive too unless the person communicates. Matt’s hands were still bound. I released them so he could hold the popper bottle now the mask was off. Moving around to his butt, I judged the time right to take his anal virginity. Knowing he’d had the monster insertions didn’t deter me from my mission. I’ve been told many times that ‘the real thing can’t be beaten’ even though it’s usually way smaller than the dildos, why? Because the human act connects with the mental thing and trips the switch! I didn’t want to go too far though… time was running short. I never clock watch in the sense of kicking them out the door after 60 minutes, or worse, as soon as they’ve cum which [sadly] is all too common in our industry, particularly with the younger so called ‘dommes’. I construct the running order and attribute rough timestamps to it… with 15 minutes to go until the hour was up, I had to get him onto the milker…knowing that it seemed likely we’d run into an hour and a quarter, but no matter. Helping him off the bench I now directed him onto the pendulum suspended from the bondage bed. I’ve found it to be the ideal platform for milking in that it swings, but remains level. Experienced milkees (ha! if we can call them that) opt sometimes for the sling, because they can rock & swing with the feeling, amplifying it via vertical movement, but you run the risk of it all breaking down with the tube releasing its grip on the penis, and a big mess from the lube. We hadn’t time for error, hence my choice of the pendulum. You have to remember too, this was Matt’s first time with SeriousKit.

Hitherto, his dick hadn’t extended to much more than a couple of inches but all credit to him… the suction pulled him in and in no time at all he was a good six inches hard n horny. Another thing you have to be careful with is poppers. Some guys they kill a hard on and its never going to happen, some men its the inverse, and some its a bit of both. Once his dick was in I hooked his legs upward, using stirrups hung from the chains. Legs open and stretched ALWAYS ups the ante, it exposed his bum too, enabling me to insert the 37mm electro plug again but this time as a bipolar. I’ve yet to get my hands on a SeriousKit electro tube, they’re £450 a pop, #wishlist #comingsoon #TipMe! The advantage of the electro tube is its built to be adjustable for cock size and it has 4 different electro rings, giving me endless combinations when used with a plug, or, on its own. I hadn’t forgotten the opening moments of the meeting either, when I’d tweaked Matt’s nipples… reaching for a couple of suckers I screwed them down hard causing them to pucker up and swell into the Perspex chamber… by now I had confidence in Matt’s high limits… it was the final furlong. Could it/would it be a WIN-WIN tie with us both cumming simultaneously? Matt was beginning to thrash and cry out. It turned me on too, knowing I was delivering upon his expectations. I guided his hand onto my dick and he started wanking me. I told him to get on my balls and to be rough…. I felt one of his fingers wander slightly towards my butt… ‘grab my cheek and stretch me’ I begged…he did as he was told, a good submissive, and with experience and empathy beyond his years… ‘Do you want me to cum?’ I asked
‘Yes!’ then
‘Make it stronger…more suction!’
Diving down I turned the lever on the pulsator to max, increasing the speed of the strokes. Upping the pressure isn’t a quick fix, I hoped the speed would do the trick…moving back next to him he reached out again…

‘Where do you want my cum?’

‘On my belly’ he told me ‘let’s cum together….’

To comply with his wishes I had to jump up onto the bed, to be above him, facing his feet initially. He groaned…

‘Have you cum’ I asked him…

‘I don’t know!’
The milker’s like that…sometimes its so intense you don’t know whether you’ve pissed or cum or both or neither trust me….
The sight of me naked above him must have turned him on more…he was kinda bucking, so I turned towards him, masturbating hard. Aiming down, I emptied my balls onto his belly and chest; a good load too, fiercely ejaculating such was the level of my arousal… needless to say Matt quickly followed, gasping as his seed burst free into the tube, to be quickly vacuumed up by the machine, up through the tubes then down into the churn, to mix with the three litres of slimy lube we’d consumed during the session, WOW. #JobDone
And that my friends, was one example of ‘what to expect from a meet with a pro male dom’

HEALTH WARNING: By no means take this to be a routine appointment’ Every meeting is different and bespoke, depending on your wants/needs/desires. Interested? So pick up the phone, or better still, in the first instance send me a comprehensive email, and don’t hold back!

Speak soon,

Best

northernmaster.