New Year in the Mountains 3

December 31 (Part 2)

As we walked towards my grandmother's house, I found a construction site in a state of disrepair.

"Come here, slave," I ordered, and we entered stealthily, fearing we might encounter a dog or a vagabond. However, abandoned buildings in towns have a different energy than those in the city. We arrived at what I assumed was a kitchen, as there was a cement counter.

"Put your things there and undress," I ordered, and my slave didn't say a word, obeying immediately. He didn't have much clothing, and his shorts quickly slid down his legs as he removed his shirt, leaving him completely naked in the blink of an eye.

The feeling of being dressed in front of my naked slave made me feel incredibly powerful. My slave went further and knelt before me with his hands behind his back and his gaze on the floor.

"It's been a while since I punished you," I said, slowly removing my belt. "Now I'm going to whip you just for fun."

"Thank you, Master," my slave responded submissively.

"Put your hands on the counter," I ordered, and he immediately stood up and placed his hands on the counter, opening his legs. I caressed his back, a long, muscular back; I felt him shudder... then I took a step back.

Flapppp... The first lash of the belt fell on his back... flap... the second... my slave groaned in pain and twisted but didn't say a word... flap... the third.

I approached him to caress his back and saw his well-standing cock... flap... flap... flap... I whipped him again, his body twisting like a worm when salt is applied... flappp flapp flappp... I could feel his pain and took it as an offering.... Flap... flap.... Flap... between my slave and me, there was a silent dialogue... he suffered and gave me that suffering for my pleasure, and I... felt it... felt my chest swelling with each movement and groan he made... it was like whispering an inexplicable affection... he gave it to me, and I took it by force... his body "grabbed" my mind... it was as if he was the active one, and I was the passive one, opening up to receive his groans and the sound of his skin against the belt... flappp flappp flappp... I approached him to hug him, but he slipped out of my arms and knelt to hug my feet - "thank you, Master... thank you for letting me suffer for you."

We returned to my grandmother's house. Esther hadn't returned, and my grandmother was nervous because we had taken a long time to bring her the vegetables for lunch... I went to my room, and as we were advancing, a voice inside me made me give my slave a new order - "you're going to help my grandmother cook." Ibrahim changed his expression and smiled.

"Of course, Master, it's a great idea," he said, smiling. I lay down in my room and fell deeply asleep.

The afternoon was falling, and Esther knocked on my door - "Love, the guests will start arriving in an hour," she said.

Although I had bathed...