My heterosexual slave from Torremolinos 3

I sat back down on the couch with my legs wide open. He got back down on all fours to reach me, and when he did, he started sucking my cock slowly. It was noticeable that he was uncomfortable because he couldn't use his hands to accompany the first blowjob he was giving his master, and I suspected that he hadn't sucked many cocks despite being 32 years old, according to him, because until he was 25, he hadn't come out of the closet. What he did tell me in the messages when we first wrote to each other was that he had never had a real master, that he had only had sporadic sex in which he had been a slave sometimes, but in a soft way, and he made sure that this could be a problem for me. I already told him no, that I would teach him if it was true that he was looking for total real obedience, having no power of decision, and that what excited him the most was that I would do absolutely everything I wanted with him, except for scat and blood (which didn't interest me either), and that if a 24/7 relationship arose, it would be better, which is what he was really looking for. I let him suck for a few minutes and lit another cigarette, ordering him after a few puffs and sucks to get on his back as close to me as possible. The ash was about to fall, and I flicked it into one of his hands with complete naturalness.

"When I have ash, you open your hands, and when I throw it, you close them, because one of the first things you're going to learn today is how to be a good ashtray. Why are you going to be a good ashtray, right, slave?"

He looked directly into my eyes, maintaining his gaze with determination, and replied with confidence:

"Yes, master, I'm going to be your perfect ashtray if that's what you desire, I'm going to be everything you want me to be." (He stated firmly.) "Will you always use my hands for the ash? Or will you use other parts of my body too?" (He asked curiously.)

"Hmmm, I don't know, when I feel like changing and using other parts of your body, I'll do it, don't doubt it. And I would advise you that if you really want to be my total slave, don't ask me any more questions. I don't tolerate my slaves asking me questions. Get used to answering everything I tell you with a 'yes, my master' or 'no, my master'... or if you prefer, you can call me sir too, whatever you like, but nothing more. If I want to know something, I'll ask you, and you'll answer. And now, continue sucking, I have the urge to release all my cum, and at the pace you're going, I can see that you're going to take a while to get it out."

I let him suck again as he pleased, but when I wanted to extinguish the cigarette, I took my cock out of his mouth and grabbed him firmly by the throat to ask him if he wanted me to put it out on him with pain or without pain.

He looked at me fixedly, very scared, and told me that burns were not a pain he enjoyed. So, I removed the belt, freeing his hands, and gently took them to place ...