Two slaves in Madrid 8

Josh called at 8 p.m. to tell me that, although it had taken him some effort, he finally had all the “accessories” I had asked him to get. I told him to come to my house at 10 p.m., and two minutes before, I heard an effusive “here is your whore” when I picked up the intercom. When I heard the elevator, I opened the door and my radiant slave appeared with two enormous bags in each hand. I pulled him in by grabbing the waist of the tight jeans he was wearing and closed the door behind him. He set the purchases on the floor and asked expectantly:

-What do you want me to do, sir?

-Aren’t you hot? (I exclaimed when I saw him in a tight black leather jacket zipped up to his throat while I lowered its zipper. I was surprised to find his athletic torso completely naked underneath, held only by a shiny black leather harness as well, from which hung two large silver steel rings). Mmmm, it seems my slave has taken certain liberties while shopping… (I exclaimed, gripping hard with my hand the bulge in his crotch, which instantly grew in an exaggerated way). Take off the jacket, hands behind your back and don’t move, whore (I demanded, stepping back to enjoy the view for a second. I licked the tip of my tongue over his very hard nipples while at the same time pulling off his belt to whip his genitals 10 or 12 times as my whore tried to remain upright without moving despite the lashes). Shoes and socks off and keep not moving… (when I had him barefoot and half-naked, breathing more and more agitatedly to the rhythm of his beautiful chest, I brought my mouth to his left nipple and bit it gently. I unbuttoned his pants while biting harder, making him flinch, and stepped away again, ordering him to take off the jeans. When he did, I discovered he was wearing a tiny jockstrap, black leather too, with a zipper at the height of where his cock should be. And I say where it should be because his huge cock was sticking out fully erect 12 or 15 centimeters beyond the jockstrap, making me burst into loud laughter)

-Don’t you like it, sir? (he asked, disappointed)

-Hahaha, it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s that I see little use in it because it seems impossible to me that your cock could ever stay inside it even for a few minutes at rest. Come on, open the zipper and make it come out through the opening (it took him some effort to manage it, but when he did, he remained motionless waiting for my reaction). Turn around so I can see what it’s like from behind (I demanded) mmmmmm from behind it’s much more practical (I observed when I saw that he was wearing only a leather strap held to each buttock, making the opening of his pretty naked ass easier). On all fours, dog! (I sat on his back and whipped his ass for a good while until it was nice and red. I got up, ordering him to do the same. I stepped out for a second to return with the metal dog leash, which I fastened to one of the rings, and pulled him to my...