The room was illuminated by a soft amber light that cast gentle shadows on the walls. As always when we met, the air was charged with anticipation. The scent of the candles he usually lit would soon be overpowered by our own aromas.

I knelt slowly on the soft black carpet, not taking my gaze off Gabriel's eyes, which watched me from above with a mix of desire and authority. As we had agreed, I was completely naked except for the white jockstrap that I wore to all our encounters, which gathered my genitals in a small piece of fabric, leaving my ass exposed.

He, with his torso covered by a white tank top, revealed his strong arms, freshly exercised. He kept his gray sports pants on. Many of our encounters took place after his gym session. I knew that under those pants, there were no other garments covering his skin. His feet were already bare. This time, I wouldn't have to remove his shoes, which caused a small pang of disappointment in me, as I loved doing it. I adopted his favorite pose to start our game.

"Are you ready to obey?" Gabriel asked with a deep, calm, but firm voice, giving me that half-smile that melted me.

"Always," I replied, not looking away, with my lips slightly open and my chest agitated by anticipation.

Gabriel approached me, brushing my chin with his foot. His presence was magnetic, powerful, and filled the entire room. I already knew what I had to do. I inclined my head and kissed the sweaty, warm skin of his foot, letting my lips trace a silent path of submission. Each contact of his foot with my lips was an offering. Suddenly, he pulled his foot away, took my chin firmly, and made me look up. Without saying a word, he leaned down and slowly dropped a good amount of his saliva into my mouth, which was open, prepared, and eager to receive it. This was followed by a deep, slow, and intentional kiss. Only a few minutes had passed, and I was already completely his.

With a subtle gesture of his head, he indicated that I should lie down on the bed. As I abandoned my kneeling position, the sound of a whip broke the silence. It wasn't aggressive, but precise. A reminder of who was in charge. I trembled, but not with fear, rather with surrender and desire, and a moan escaped my lips, unable to avoid it. I knew I was in good hands, hands that knew exactly what to do with me. Gabriel removed his tank top with an agile and precise movement, revealing his sweaty torso after exercise. He lay down beside me and, placing his hand behind his head, offered me his armpit, populated with abundant black hair. With a barely audible whisper that he deposited directly in my ear, making me feel the warmth of his breath, he said:

"Show your devotion."

Without hesitation, I leaned in and inhaled deeply. Gabriel smiled, knowing that he was offering me my greatest fetish. I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by his aroma, with my nose completely enveloped in the hairs of ...