Today I can say that I have become a complete slave, since I can only think about my Master.

I met my Master when I was 15 years old, he was 13, he had just moved; but at that time I wasn't interested in who he was since I had a girlfriend.

I started treating my Master until I entered high school, the truth is that I wasn't a good student, so when I finished middle school, I decided to take a sabbatical year helping my dad working on our farm (my dad, being an only child, inherited many hectares of land, our house is on the edge of the town with enough space to have stables) which is why I always had a slender body.

In the first semester of high school, my Master was already my best friend and after an internal struggle, my boyfriend. Five months later, he fulfilled my fantasy, tying me to the bed while he took advantage and he really took advantage, he did what I didn't imagine, he gagged me, blindfolded me, used wax, clamps, ice, and everything that occurred to him, and I didn't complain, I accept that it gave me some fear at first, but as the minutes passed and I saw that he was still playing with me in that position, I couldn't help but be completely excited and erect. We didn't talk about it for a week, and then:

Me: Did you like what we did last week? - he just looked at me with a face of little precision, as if he didn't understand what I was saying - You know... the sex, the truth is that I enjoyed it like you can't imagine, but I don't know if you liked it or not.

Master (at that time still my boyfriend): Yes, I liked it, but I didn't know if you liked it equally or if I made you uncomfortable, if I did more than just tie you up.

Me: The truth is that it did give me a bit of fear when I saw how determined you were with everything, and you didn't hesitate, you just did it, and that excited me...

After that afternoon of only talking about it, we repeated it, and so we lasted a couple of weeks, and for our 7th month, I decided to do something different, taking advantage of the fact that our parents wouldn't be around for that week, he would stay overnight at my house. This couldn't go unnoticed, the truth is that after those nights of somewhat different sex, I already had it clear that my boyfriend liked to play with me, make me moan and scream, and I didn't doubt that he would like the surprise. He arrived in the afternoon, I was just finishing feeding the horses in the stable and was a bit dirty, but that's what my boyfriend and current Master likes, seeing me work and sweat wearing jeans, shirts, and boots (I've always liked wearing them, and even more when I saw that he liked seeing me with boots, I wore them all the time), as soon as he arrived, I hurried and kissed him, covered his eyes, and made him follow me to my room, and in it, I had the usual things, plus a collar, leash, whip, a pair of lashes, a saddle (the one I use when I ride my horse, but then I bought a specia...