Party of Mares and Stallions

The Search.— Lately, I haven't been lucky with my Masters. It's true that it's always been my fault, and They, tired of my lack of dedication, have left me aside, likely in search of more suitable slaves. That's why I've decided to correct myself and not fall back into these errors that have only led to my own disappointment. I've decided to put up an ad on a contact page specializing in Master/submissive relationships, offering whoever contacts me the security of getting everything they're looking for. "Submissive slave offers himself to strict Master under a contract that will obligate him to fulfill certain conditions to be agreed upon".

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The Date.— Today, just two days after posting the ad, I received a message from a Master I don't know. What interests me most is that, rather than a proposal, it was an order to put myself at his disposal, and this afternoon I'll meet him where he indicated. He'll bring a draft of the contract, and I'll try to be prepared in case we reach an agreement and he wants to make use of me immediately. I'll put the dog collar and chain, clamps, a cock ring one size smaller than I usually use in case he wants to work on my genitals, lubricant, and underwear that can be easily torn without too much effort into a briefcase. I don't dare bring anything more since I don't know his tastes, but at least I want to leave a door open for him to try me out. On my part, I must behave like an experienced submissive. I won't look him in the face, I'll always be submissive, I won't move unless ordered, and I'll only speak if he asks.

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The Contract.— The meeting went well. I was punctual, and immediately after the greeting, I stayed three steps behind him as we crossed the street to a café across from the meeting spot.

I accepted all the terms of the contract, since the Master established the best possible control in this type of agreement: a safe word to stop the action that the slave can't assume, although I've already accepted that I'll try to make minimal use of it while I can resist the development of events in the erotic, sexual, or dominance games. Regarding the contract terms, I'll enumerate them in detail another day, but some of them can be recognized in the aspects I'm addressing in this chronicle.

He played with an advantage (it was the first sign he sent me as Master) since, after introducing ourselves, each acting in the role that corresponded to us, and him sitting down to a coffee, he allowed me to sit, although without ordering anything for me. Like a slave trying to be invisible, almost an object, in the presence of his Master, I obeyed with my legs retreated under my seat to indicate that the territory is his. He immediately corrected me, ordering me to move my right foot forward to the midpoint between us. I did so, and he, placing his left foot on mine, stepped on me with force, making me see that any act against his desires and whims is a useles...