Submissive Executive Finds His Master | Part 1

I am a director in a prestigious company, in my 30s, I exercise to maintain my shape and have prestige and authority among my peers. But at night, I seek exactly the opposite: a man who puts me in my place.

I had been searching for months on Xtudr for a real Master, not the typical curious ones that abound. Until I came across his profile. The photos showed a worked-out body, strong arms, that look that tells you he knows exactly what he's doing. We didn't talk much - he hates unnecessary words. He just gave me his address and told me to come at 6 PM.

I arrived punctually, obviously. Nervous but excited like I hadn't been in months.

He opened the door in black briefs. Holy Christ. The strong abdomen, a well-formed chest, the arms I had seen in photos but which in person commanded immediate respect.

"What's up," were his words.

I crossed the threshold and before I could get my bearings, I felt his hand on the back of my neck pushing me down. Without delicacy, without asking me anything. I fell to my knees in the entrance as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He stood in front of me, his cock already bulging in his briefs at the height of my face. My executive suit, my position of power, all that evaporated in seconds.

He lowered his briefs and I was hypnotized. It wasn't enormous, but perfect. Thick, with marked veins, completely hard. The smell of male hit me straight on.

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

I obeyed without thinking. He thrust it all the way in, to the bottom, without giving me time to get used to it. My eyes filled with tears but I didn't move. I have experience with deepthroat and he realized it right away.

"That," he murmured as he began to fuck my throat with a steady rhythm.

I kept my hands still out of discipline, although I was dying to touch that body. His cock went in and out of my throat as if it were his, which was exactly what was happening. The wet sound filled the hallway.

He used my mouth for minutes that felt like an eternity and too short at the same time. When I felt him approaching, he stopped abruptly and said: "Follow me."

He walked away, pulled up his briefs as if nothing had happened. And directed me towards the interior of his apartment.

"Follow," he said, pointing to a door.

We entered a secondary bathroom, he made me undress and pushed me to kneel in the shower, without saying a word. He stood in front of me, completely lowered his briefs and grabbed his cock. My heart accelerated, but I maintained the position.

The first jet of hot urine hit my head, washing my hair, then my face, chest, then my entire body. The strong smell, the absolute humiliation of being there on my knees being his personal urinal.

When he finished, he smiled and I stayed there dripping, waiting for instructions. He turned on the shower and got under the warm water and handed me the...