This entire story is real, I'm at the orders and supervised by the master who did this to me. If anyone is interested in these situations, let me know.

NOTE: This is the continuation of Humiliated for the 1st time (REAL) | Part 1

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After undressing in the hallway, he made me go on all fours to the couch where he was already sitting. I was terrified, with my head down and afraid, unable to look him in the eye, that guy who was still dressed and had me in front of him. I didn't know where I had gotten myself into, I thought to myself.

Carlos started inspecting me as if I were a dog and he was the judge, he started by opening my mouth and putting his thumb inside, he inspected my ass and went straight to see my cock, or rather, he went straight to see my balls to check how tight they were with the cord he had told me to put on a few minutes ago on the train.

"Very good bitch, yes sir," he said as he tightened my poor balls, which were already crushed.

I was trembling, and I think he realized that I was scared, and he came closer to me, started stroking my head, and whispered in my ear:

"Let's see, little bitch, be calm, I know the limits, although sometimes my hand gets a bit out of control, as you've seen, but if you behave, I promise you'll have a great time and you don't have to worry. Understood?"

"Yes, master," I replied in a very low voice, out of fear.

"Very well, let's get started, okay? The first thing to do with bitches like you is to put a collar on them, and from today on, you have a master."

Carlos took a black cloth bag that he had at hand and pulled out a dog collar, which he put around my neck, a collar that I didn't take off until that afternoon was over.

He sat back down on the couch, and I remained on my knees, like a dog asking its master for a prize. He sat in front of me and ordered me to take off his shirt, and after doing so, he came closer to my face again, with a smile of happiness.

"Now, with your collar, you're perfect and ready to be used, bitch. Do you like it when I call you that, huh?"

I nodded yes with my head. I didn't even dare to speak.

"You're not ready yet... you're missing something," he said.

"What is it, master?" I asked innocently.

"This!" he said, slapping me in the face, hitting me right in one of my eyes, and at the same time, he gave me another slap, which was even worse than the first one. I didn't see it coming, but it hit me so hard that my ears rang. I tried not to complain or whimper, although, to be honest, I wasn't having a good time with the slaps.

The image must have been at least curious, a guy sitting on the couch with his gym torso exposed, looking at another guy in front of him, whom he had just slapped tremendously, a guy on his knees with a huge slap that covered his eye and was dripping down.

"You're pathetic," Carlos sai...