My heterosexual slave from Torremolinos 2

Despite swallowing everything as quickly as he could, my urine couldn't be avoided and a small jet escaped from his mouth, spilling down his chin to stain the floor.

"What did I tell you?" I asked, enraged.

He looked at me shamefully and got down on all fours to quickly lick the small puddle of urine that had formed.

"Clean it up well, leaving no trace. And don't even think about moving, because every mistake you make from now on will deserve its punishment."

I went to my room to grab one of my many leather belts and, upon returning, began to whip his ass with force, not stopping until I saw it well colored.

"Did you learn the lesson, bitch?"

"Yes, master," he stammered.

"From now on, you belong to me totally, 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Is that clear, stupid?"

"Yes, master," he replied again, this time without hesitation.

"Get up," I ordered.

When I had him in front of me, I realized that his cock was rigid like a stone, and that made mine harden immediately, enjoying the situation enormously. Seeing that a bit of pre-seminal fluid started to seep from his member, I grabbed it firmly, making him let out a small cry.

"This cock is mine," I said, squeezing a bit more, "this mouth is mine," I whispered in his ear at the same time that I inserted two fingers of my free hand as deep as I could into his throat. From now on, I'll have to give you permission even to cum. Is that clear, bitch?" I asked, releasing his cock to grab his balls, making him jump.

"Yes, it's clear."

Upon hearing his response, I squeezed harder and shouted:

"It's clear, sir! You will always address me as my master or my lord, or I'll punish you immediately if you forget."

"It's clear, my lord!" he replied quickly.

I released his balls, which had started to swell, and turned him abruptly, tying his hands behind his back with the belt. When I had him immobilized, I began to slowly turn around him to delight in that athletic body that I already had in possession. It excited me to realize that he was more than a head taller than me, and I enjoyed seeing his body start to tremble. I returned to stand in front of him and began to kiss him energetically, putting my tongue down his throat. When I got tired of the kiss, I grabbed his hair, pulling his long locks down, making him fall to his knees, and I went to the couch to sit down and light a cigarette, which I smoked with parsimony while watching my new toy. When I extinguished it in the ashtray, I hit my hand twice on my bare leg, calling my new dog.

"Come here, puppy, come with your master..."

My slave began to advance on his knees to stop at my feet, a moment I took advantage of to mess up his mane with my fingers...

"I like it that way," I whispered, savoring the moment, "being an obedient puppy."

He looked at me without moving, totally rigid in f...