To understand this story, one would have to go back in time to that moment when, for 1 year, 8 months, and two days, I was his slave. It was a time when, thanks to my MASTER, I discovered how far my submission could go. I was a true dog willing to be used and humiliated just for the mere pleasure of satisfying my Lord's fetishes and for those fetishes to become part of mine.

A time when each one occupied their place and nothing crossed the barriers of the emotional.

About two years after I stopped being his slave, we met again, and I became his once more, if I had ever stopped being so. This time, our DOM/sub relationship, I decided to live it in a more rational way, trying not to overwhelm myself if my MASTER couldn't dedicate the time I wanted, something I hadn't known how to manage in that first period.

About two months ago, we coincided at a party, my MASTER, for the first time, told me he wanted to have a drink and talk with me.

That night, my MASTER confessed that he wasn't going through a good time and opened up to me in a way he never had before, talking to me about personal issues, feelings, and what was worrying him.

I knew he was human, but seeing him so vulnerable moved me.

Being submissive and enduring humiliations and punishments from someone you adore has its risks; if you don't know how to manage it, your self-esteem can plummet. That conversation full of confessions served to make me realize that, besides being his dog, I could also be someone he could talk to and lean on. It was a boost of energy for someone who wasn't in their best moment either.

Considering everything I now knew about him and the moment he was going through, I decided to step aside and let him have his space, letting him manage the times, which was the only way I could help him, even if it meant renouncing the authority I needed and which turned me on.

This morning, I woke up hotter than usual; I had an entry for the party that night at the Apolo, and I was dying to unleash the dog inside me.

I sent a message to my MASTER explaining my intentions, a message I later deleted because I thought it wouldn't help to bother him with my horniness.

Although he initially wasn't going to go to the Apolo, he ended up going and let me know with a message.

I was with a couple of friends to whom I had explained my condition as a submissive and the existence of a person I treated as my MASTER, and for whom I was his slave, just a few days before.

I had my cock locked in a chastity cage, and in my pocket, a blindfold, thinking about something I had been considering for days, in case the night didn't go as I expected, which would calm my horniness for a while.

I saw my MASTER among the people and approached him to greet him, showed interest in him, and asked how he was, considering everything he had told me in our last meeting, and I was glad to know that things ...