My gym slave 2

I took a couple of weeks to write back to him on Telegram. My message was very brief:

"I want you to be at my house tomorrow at 8 sharp. Buy a collar that you like, but it's essential that it has 'DOG' or 'SLAVE' written on it. Also, buy a long chain for the collar and some ropes... and about 5 or 6 cans of Mahou red beer. I recommend you not be late, not even a minute, because if you are, I'll punish you."

I heard the elevator a couple of minutes before the hour, but he didn't ring the doorbell until it was exactly 8 pm. That simple detail already made my cock hard instantly.

"Come in, slave. Get completely undressed and wait for me on your hands and knees in the living room. I'm going to put the beers in the fridge," I said, taking one of the two bags he was carrying. "Put on the collar you bought, it's the only thing I want you to wear."

He went into the living room and started undressing while I watched from the kitchen. He undressed quickly, putting on the black collar he had bought, which had the word "Slave" written in somewhat tacky diamonds, and then got on his hands and knees with his head bowed, fully assuming his role. My dog.

I took my time entering the living room, enjoying the situation while I drank a beer.

"Do you want to drink something, bitch? Be careful what you answer, because if it's not what I expect, I'll punish you..."

He remained still, looking at the floor, and answered: "I'll drink what my master wants me to drink at the moment he orders me to."

"You've been lucky because that's a good answer," I said, taking the chain out of the bag I had left on the floor next to him, and walking around him while drinking my beer slowly.

"I'm going to try out the chain," I said, leaving the can on his back, as if it were a table. "You'd better not drop it. I don't like wasting my beer."

I tied the chain to his collar and walked away as far as I could, looking at him fixedly.

"Finally, I see you as what you are... do you know what you are, don't you? Tell me what you are, bitch," I demanded.

"My dog, my slut, my toy," he answered without moving or looking up.

"Now I'm going to take you like the dog you are. You'd better not spill the beer," I said, pulling the chain slowly, moving him slowly around the living room. When I stopped, I looked at him for a long time and finally took the can off his back.

"Don't move," I ordered.

And I went to the kitchen to get a deep plate, which I placed in front of him. After taking a few sips, I told him to look at me. When he did, I took a big swig and kept it in my mouth until it was warm. I opened my mouth and slowly spat the beer into the plate.

"You can drink now, dog."

He looked at me in surprise and started lapping up the beer from the plate in big slurps, fully assuming his role. When he finished, I asked him if he wanted more. He hesitated fo...