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IC Name: Mastercrafter Joined: 2 Feb 2011 Last visit: 5 days ago Sex/gender: Male Location: Kings Cross, UK Age: 48 Website: www.collaredevents...

Hi all, and thanks for taking time to stop by I'm a 47 year old dom/master in central London. I'm a professional guy, happy and sorted. I care about the guys I work on, and I respect their limits. Please do say hello. I tend to like younger guys and I often take on a mentoring role with newbies to the scene. looking for younger guys who want training. In particular I seek imaginative, intelligent, confident guys.

I'm quite heavily involved in BDSM and kink, and I'm part of the team that runs the monthly COLLARED Masters & Slaves night that I know many of guys on this site have been to. It happens at Central Station in Kings Cross every 2nd and 4th Saturday night. It's very friendly and social, but loads of action. Please do check out their site for more

Here's one of my recent poems. Hope you like it.

He stares, naked, at the cold blank old damp wall, On tender knees, wrists and legs immovable, Focused on the ordeal to come, but he must wait. Behind him, the torturer decides his fate.

Closer now, breath quickens, heart beats faster, Tummy trembles for fear of the torture master, What exquisite pain will befall his shivering skin? He waits for the torment to begin.

He waits, minutes, hours, then comes the flame, And then commences the torture game. Too late now, too enthralled and excited to forestall, As he waits, staring again at that cold blank old damp wall.

The flame's glow dances in the darkened cell, he smells the wax, wincing as the droplets fell. Sizzling gently on the tender flesh, Groaning, writhing, pain and pleasure mesh.

His skin now alive and tingling red, The torturer?s strong arms carry him to the bed. Hot torment continues on his most tender places, His hard cock reflects the pain he embraces.

With each fiery droplet he writhes and convulses, Deeper they plunge in their rampant impulses, The master deftly flips his twitching young man, To begin the next part of his torturous plan.

Selecting a paddle from the pleasure rack, He caresses the leather across the boy's back. Then slaps the taut buttocks and makes the lad moan, They know that the bond between them had grown.

Faster and faster the passion peaks, As the paddle danced loudly on the lad?s reddened cheeks, On his hands and knees with his body alive, The paddle sliced hot sweaty air like a scythe.

As the music reached deep to the lad's tortured being, Pain and fear of past minutes rapidly fleeing, He arches and he rears as his manhood explodes In his tormenter's embrace they laugh and re-load.

Simon Spears, 2007

Height: 5ft 9in   Weight: 14st 13lb   BMI: 30.6  

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