The next morning David enters my room at the usual time, but finds me putting on the black suit I wore to the farm on the day of the funeral.

I already have my shirt and pants on and am sitting on the bed, about to put on my socks.

"You're going to milk the cows like that?" he asks me with his usual arrogant tone.

"Good morning, David," I say in a sarcastic tone. "I'm going back to the city, I'm just waiting for your mom to wake up so I can say goodbye," I add firmly.

"But the cows... aren't you going to continue with your research? What are you going to buy if you don't know how it works?" he asks, getting angry as usual.

This time he doesn't intimidate me, I've already understood how hard it is for him to process his emotions.

I stand up and take the belt that I haven't put on my pants yet, I turn my back to him to respond.

"I've seen what I needed to see, as soon as I arrive I'll go order the machine and I'll let you know when the supplier arrives," I respond with an expressionless tone.

David quickly approaches me, intending to rip off my shirt. "Change, you're going to go milk the cows with me!" he orders.

But this time I anticipate his movement and quickly turn around, giving him a lash on the chest with the belt.

"Stop!" I order him firmly, as if I were taming a bull. David stops, surprised and amazed.

"Kneel down," I order him, holding the belt.

David reacts with anger but stops, I give him another lash on the chest with the belt to pressure him. David looks up and puts his chest forward, ready to receive it. It's his way of telling me that my blows don't intimidate him. After the blow, he takes a deep breath and takes off his shirt, the two lashes have left marks on his chest. Then he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down, along with his underwear. He throws himself to the floor to take off his boots. He does it slowly, probably to defy me, but I don't do anything, I stay still, sweating, dressed in my city suit and holding the belt tightly in my hand.

David kneels down with his hands by his sides, his attitude is not submissive, but rather arrogant.

"Well, I just wanted to see you like that on your knees before I leave," I say, pausing to enjoy seeing him humiliated.

David is about to say something angry and I give him another lash on the chest with the belt. "Prostrate yourself," David lowers his face to the floor and extends his hands.

I bring one of my bare feet close to him. "Kiss it," David gives it a cold kiss. "Kiss it like you don't want me to leave," David grabs my ankle tightly and gets up, still on his knees, he licks my foot with force, passing his hungry tongue over my entire foot. Then he lifts my leg to lick the soles... ah, his tongue feels so good.

I keep my face firm and my dominant posture, I know I'm in front of a beast that is still wild and I shouldn't show weakn...