Let's assume I met a Master

Let's assume I met a Master.

After years of fruitless searching and long hours of chatting through multiple websites.

After years of being unable to find the man who could awaken my true self, due to age, different concerns, lack of sufficient attraction on one or both parts, or simply fear, I finally stumbled upon someone who fucked my ass... and my mind...

And the truth is... I wouldn't know what's more pleasurable.

He was a mature man, 58 years old.

He had gray hair and a beard, a robust body, large arms, a broad and hairy torso, and the most masculine features I had ever seen.

I think I fell at his feet just from sending his first photo, barely having talked about what we were looking for in each other. But I wasn't going to show all my cards at once.

During our first conversations, we made introductions, and he was sincere from the start, letting me know what he intended to find in a relationship with another man.

He was a very masculine type, and extremely dominant. He wanted to take the initiative in everything and control the life of a slave at his whim at all times, in every act that he performed in any aspect of his life, whether he was by his side or away from him. From indicating what underwear he should wear, to ordering him to take it off in the middle of the morning, even if he was, for example, at work.

He enjoyed ordering chastity for his slave, and didn't hesitate to use tools for that purpose, such as cages or other devices.

As the slave remained in that state, he became increasingly nervous as the days passed, waiting for his moment... which became extremely satisfying for him and, therefore, for his Master, who often, after a session, wouldn't let him cum, and would re-enclose his penis in the cage, waiting for the next occasion when perhaps his lord would let him reach the end.

His words on the screen were hypnotizing me little by little. I had always known I was submissive, that I was born to belong to a Master. But I didn't know if I was fully aware of how far I would be willing to go to satisfy a man, or the pleasure it would give me to become a slave in every way, putting the control of my life in his hands with full and absolute trust, knowing I was loved, safe, and protected.

Among those exchanges, and after establishing the rules for what was to be the beginning of a progressive relationship towards my submission and dependence on him, one day, the man I had already begun to surrender to without realizing it through the internet, decided it was time. That the foundation was established, and I was already prepared to take a step forward. So, he scheduled a meeting with me in the center of Barcelona.

No gay bars, no dark corners, Barcelona in full sun on a Gran Vía terrace.

I think I slept very little that night.

It was a strange feeling because, on the one hand, I was terrified, and on...