Chapter 8. Smells

Miguel woke up when the sun had already risen, he would see how his bitch was and the way to get more information out of her, perhaps he would punish her a little, he hoped that the slut had gotten into bed so he could beat her, maybe he would put the dog collar on her once and for all or put her in chastity, anyway, he would measure her erect penis and see how much he could reduce it, he still had time but he was excited, probably because she was his new bitch, and so far she was the one who presented the best prey, someone who would be taken and stripped of all rights without more, she would feed his ego, demonstrate his power in front of an innocent boy, even without changing, he went to the room where he had left his miserable slave and there she was, still tied up on the floor, she had really obeyed him, he had hoped that she would have gotten into bed so he could violently assault her that day, but it wasn't so, he would see what to do without making noise, he closed the door and did his usual routine, bathed, exercised, had breakfast, and after finishing, he would see his slut again.

After finishing his breakfast, but without bathing yet, with the sweat of exercise still on him, he went to the room where he had left his bitch, opened the door, and the useless slut was still asleep, she must have been exhausted from the night before, he sat down on the bed, pulled out his cock, and began to urinate on his slave, the urine fell on the slave's head and face and went onto the chest and abdomen of the boy, the urine, like the sweat, gave the boy a more appetizing appearance, this, of course, woke up the boy, who, drowsy, let out a snort, he was trying to remember what had happened, although the taste of shit in his mouth reminded him, when Miguel heard that snort, he said:

- Good morning, slut, how did you sleep?

Antonio didn't respond, so Miguel had to give him a good slap, and the slut responded:

- I don't know, my lord, please let me go - And he began to cry, at least he remembered to call him "my lord" as he should, it was what would ensure him the least punishment.

I was thinking of not giving you breakfast because of your audacity yesterday, coming in my hand, add to that not responding when I question you, but we'll postpone that punishment, you'll eat something from the trash you brought in your backpack, since I spent some money on what we used on your filthy body yesterday, and you don't deserve more. - Miguel said, and when he finished speaking, he got up and looked for something on the floor that he could give her, and he found a half-eaten milanesa sandwich, the bread was starting to harden, and the mayonnaise was already rancid, it smelled bad, like the meat.

So Miguel went to the boy and said:

- Smell this, you filthy slut. While he brought the food closer, the slut approached and smelled it, it seemed nauseating to him, he felt like he was going to vomit, but he didn...