DOMDEREK, my GERMAN MASTER

Derek was German. And like a good German, he perfectly controlled the BDSM world.

Derek was very dominant. One of those classic types. The traditional ones. The good ones. Not the slick ones today who just want to take your money.

Since I met him, almost a year and a half ago, he has dominated, controlled, and used me in such deep ways that thinking of him makes me bow my head and get my tail up like a rock.

— If you decide to serve me, I will enter you, and I will never leave.

That was one of the few things he told me the first time we saw each other on cam. And he kept his word.

When I met him, he was 39 years old. He was 12 years older than me. And with much more experience.

The first time I saw him on Skype, he was much more impressive than in photos.

Tall, muscular but defined, blonde, with very short hair, a square jaw, black eyes, and a harsh, angry expression.

He was extremely imposing.

When he showed himself on cam and gave me the first ORDER with that rough voice and strong accent, I almost came.

— Strip and get on your knees.

He rolled his Rs so much that it seemed like he was firing a machine gun.

I obeyed.

Hard and trembling, he saw who from then on became a toy in his strong hands.

I remember his masculine laugh as he watched me tremble.

— I’m going to crush your ego and mold your personality until it disappears, slave.

And he certainly did.

For months I was trained via cam. I lived in Madrid, and he in a town near Berlin, but his promises to come and use me in Spain left me only thinking about being his.

For almost a year, he educated me in rules and tasks. I worked on my body to his liking, had to fuck my ass with dozens of different dildos, peed with my own urine, went out at night to strip in empty fields, and spent sleepless nights responding to his messages…

In just three months, he had me so dominated that anything he asked of me, no matter how difficult or ridiculous, I was there to do it.

Of course, I had two big doubts. Maybe fears. The first and most important, that he was only seeking cyber, and that those promises of coming to use me in Madrid were false. Just for his wanks and kinks. The second, that he had a little dick.

And it’s that during that year, I never saw his cock. He never aimed the camera from his abdomen down when he was naked or in his underwear. And that stressed me out a bit.

But suddenly one day, he forced me to connect at 4 in the morning.

I had my master's exam the next morning. But of course, I obeyed.

Without needing to ask, as soon as he connected and I saw his huge figure, I was already on the ground, on my knees, with a collar with my name around my neck, a chastity cage on my cock, and my tongue out.

That was the initial position.

— Slut, I have a sur...