CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. XXIII.- THE BLOOD-ORANGE PUNCH 🍷

The next morning I felt something I couldn't explain.

It was like a feeling of freedom mixed with the first humiliation I suffered as a married man, but at least it had been with the ideal person to suffer it, with my dear Santi.

Meanwhile, Santi told me that the night we were together, his mother was not in Madrid, but I shouldn't know that we had seen each other again because he had told her that I was already married and had children, so we had to avoid the situation due to her Catholic view of life. She should also know that I was passive with Santi, given what happened between us.

What really happened that night was very intense for me. I was ashamed half the time and super excited the other half. The fact that nothing would happen because it would stay between us is one thing, but a whole man, married and with three children, who gets fucked like that and also... what was left... because Santiago's idea was to go further and further.

If I had gotten dressed and left when he slapped my ass and called me a bitch, or when he made me kneel and offer him a towel and had to dry his lower part with the other, or when he gave me orders to suck him as he wanted, or when he told me that once I swallowed, the cum would always have to go inside me, or when he crossed my face, or when... you know what happens? Reviewing everything I'm writing and there are things missing, I realized what Santi had done to me, not that he forced me to do anything, but that I was there with him, I was free to leave at any moment, but I didn't leave.

So, what do I have to complain about? I was humiliated and degraded, being called a bitch and slapped on the ass is the minimum that is done to a submissive, it was true.

I just needed a few days to accept it, but that's it.

Also, my life was starting to become stressful, especially at work, with many responsibilities, so being Santi's submissive apprentice was like putting life on hold, living those moments of orders and humiliation, no one would find out except Santi and me.

I mean, he was right, I was going to start learning what it was like, under his firm hand but with total trust.

The white powder also helped me to uninhibit and give myself totally to him, with the amount he put depending on what he was going to do.

The truth is that I will never know if the white powder made me cross boundaries or if I would have crossed them on my own, but it was very important to me, if I didn't dare to do something, with one or two lines I was ready.

I'm not saying I went very far in practice, and you'll see why, but I was prepared, also with my dear Santi, to go as far as he wanted.

Santi had gotten used to me and what he did was tell me, for example, that we had to get to the point of putting my hand in my ass, which was one of the things that the submissive had to do, a fisting.

He left it at that. I received the ne...