Adoration and Punishment - Part 1 - Adoration

The door to my Master's house was open. In silence, I entered and stopped in front of Him. Obediently, I followed Him to the room, both of us without saying a word. There was nothing to say, everything was decided, except for my punishment.

In the room, He looked at me. I knew I was in His power. I blushed slightly. He is a virile man with a beard, strong, slender. With a gesture, in complete silence, He pointed to a chair. As we had agreed, I undressed in front of Him. I left my clothes neatly on the chair, standing naked in front of Him, who was still dressed, with military-style pants and a shirt.

I am very obese, my hairless skin with large folds. My nipples are small and beautiful, perfect for being tortured. But what humiliates me the most is my ridiculous penis, sunk beneath my belly, more like a cunt, as my Master calls it. I have been penetrated from the front, squeezing my penis between the folds of skin. No one would doubt, seeing us together, who is the Master and who is the slave.

Thus, exhibited in front of Him, He looked at me for a moment. Then, with another gesture, He pointed to a spot next to the chair, at the foot of the bed. As had been agreed, I knelt in that place, my head bowed. He moved away, and began to undress. I intuited more than I saw His strong, hairy body, His thighs. When He took off His underwear, and the smell of His testicles reached me, I almost lifted my head. Finally, He left His clothes on another chair, and lay down on the bed, naked, on His back with His legs slightly apart, and His feet, with hair on His toes, slightly protruding from the edge...

All this arose from our last session. In it, this fat slave thanked his Master for the lashes He gave him on his fat buttocks (each lash: one, thank you Master, two, thank you Master, three...), and the slave's mouth was fucked by the Master ("That's the thread of saliva I wanted to see," said the Master when He saw the thread between the cock and the tongue of the fat and hungry slave), and later the slave chose the instruments of his own torture: a whip with tails, and a dildo the size and shape of the Master's penis (which I had brought).

The slave was glad to satisfy the Master, to see Him come with his humiliation. On his knees in front of Him, he was happy to have been used by a hot male like the one he had in front of him. But one thing was missing. During the session, the slave was naked, and the Master was dressed. This is, moreover, logical and natural, because the Master is a man, and the slave is no more than a four-legged animal in front of Him, to be used. But this prevents the slave from worshiping the Master's body.

During the following weekdays after the session, we chatted about our next meeting. I explained to the Master the strong desires I had to worship his body, although I understood that He remained dressed to demonstrate his dominance over me. I continued to argue that, as has been s...