Back home, downcast, humiliated by my Master for slamming the door in my face without a word, without having been able to serve him that afternoon, I didn’t understand what I had done wrong or what had happened. I know, because he has repeated it to me in every session, that I am not his dog, I am simply his comforter when he has nothing better to do.

He loves it when I eat his ass; it’s what gives him the most energy, and when all his dominant sexual power comes out, it’s as if his predatory imagination activates while my tongue works on his furry ass. Other times, I simply give him a relaxing massage all over his body with a happy ending, or I put myself under his table massaging his feet, sucking on them or giving him a blowjob while he is working. Vanilla sessions, hard sessions, or filthy sessions, they are never the same.

I was surprised because he is a hard Master, demanding, but never overwhelming; he says things clearly whether you like it or not, and his message that just came through indicated that I should return to his house and that I was taking too long. I say I could describe him in many ways but overwhelming is not one of them, so his change of mind surprised me.

Luckily, I wasn't very far away and in less than five minutes I found myself on my knees in front of Him, with my hands behind my back, kissing his feet and waiting for his orders.

I undressed and followed him, but something made me sense that today would be different; to start with, he didn’t put the plug in me to prepare me nor did he offer me Popper to relax. We entered the bathroom, he made me undress him without accepting any nonsense, because when I passed my lips over his cock while he was pulling down his slip, he slapped me. He stepped into the shower, not without first releasing his piss over me.

As he said, today I would be his slave.

I had to clean the bathroom, take his dirty clothes to the laundry, and prepare him clean shorts, a t-shirt, socks, and his black boots. For me, he chose other shorts and a sporty t-shirt, very old and small, and made me put on my shoes that were at odds with the clothes I was wearing. The shorts were so small that it was complicated to pull them up, squeezing my balls so much that they even hurt, and of course marking the outline of the thong I was wearing. The t-shirt didn’t even reach my navel; it was impossible that those clothes belonged to him unless they were from when he was a kid.

- We are going to a party; today you won't drink or smoke or anything, I want you sober to take care of me.

We were going to Jose’s house, his friend and partner, although not a couple, but they shared everything, including me.

Jose is quite a bit younger than my Master, although he doesn’t have such a defined body. His character is more open, talkative, empathetic, and cheerful, but he has my Master hypnotized. If you piss off Jose, you get it from b...