My name is Neron, and I picked up this Master on a dating site, a really sordid place where guys share their hardcore hookups. I'm in my thirties, tall, 1m89, with blond hair that's a bit wild, and a pretty muscular body thanks to the sports I've been doing for years. But this time, it was useless: for weeks, we chatted, he sent me orders that made me instantly hard. He forced me to wear a chastity cage three days before, and he gave me a date in a remote forest near Rouen, a spot he had found on this site. I went there, my stomach tight, my cock stuck in the metal that grated on me with every step. This guy, whom I had never seen in real life, already had me by the balls, and I loved it. Before leaving, I had said something very clear to him in the chat: "Train me, make me a real submissive slut, push me into degradation, I want to go all the way." He replied laughingly: "Don't worry, you're going to get hurt." And damn, he didn't lie. In this forest near Rouen, it was dark, just a little light coming through the trees. I had been there for an hour, on my knees in the mud, freaking out and enjoying it at the same time. My clothes were soaked, my hands full of dirt, and I could feel the cage tightening on me from waiting. Then I heard his footsteps, heavy, making the branches creak. He arrived, tall, muscular, with a leather leash dangling from his hand. He looked down on me, a disgusting smile on his face, and he put the collar right around my neck. He gave a sharp tug, it hurt. "On all fours, you dirty bitch," he shouted at me, his deep voice making me shiver. I obeyed, crawling in the shit, my knees sinking into the soft earth of the corner, and he walked beside me, calm. "You're nothing but shit, a good-for-nothing bitch," he said to me, laughing, even though with my size and muscles, I could have taken him down. But no, I was there, crawling for him. He dragged me to a clearing, one of those weird spots around Rouen that you find on the cruising site. There, there were guys hiding in the shadows, voyeurs he had rounded up by posting the ad online. I saw their silhouettes, and my heart pounded like crazy, a mixture of shame and pleasure. "You wanted to play the whore on the site, huh? We'll see if you can handle it," he said to me. He took out a bottle of poppers, opened it, and shoved it under my nose. "Sniff, bitch, it'll open your head." I inhaled deeply, the stuff burned my nostrils, and suddenly, everything spun, my head felt light, my body ready to take anything.He pulled down his pants and shoved his cock in front of my mouth. "Suck, and fast." I opened wide, still stoned from poppers, and pumped without a condom, his hard cock filling my throat. The guys around me were watching, I could feel their eyes on me, on my muscular body bent in two like a slut, and it was making me dizzy. He grabbed my hair, he guided my head, and he was making fun of me while I choked on it. "You like it, you dirty bitch, you were made to eat cum." At one point, he took more poppers, forced me to snort some more, and I was completely off, mouth open, ready for anything. Then he signaled to the others: "Come on, enjoy this slut." They came back, one by one, and then things got out of hand. They fucked ...

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