The relationship between master and slave encompasses multiple stages, rules, and components. Among the rules are the limits of each and what one seeks in the other, this is only possible by mutual agreement, if one seeks something long-term.

In my case, for sporadic sex, anything goes.

But with a partner, I seek more than just tying up my slave and torturing him or playing with him.

I seek submission, the surrender that is expressed in a glance, a gesture.

Nothing is more valuable than the surrender of a slave.

It has parts that are real and lived in my last master-slave relationship and others that are new, dedicated to my new acquisition and his fantasies as a submissive and compliant hairy slave.

I have been a master forever, I know, but I refused to accept it, until I was 30, I assumed my condition and decided to live with it.

I have had average gay relationships, but they ended because I was too dominant, and as a master, I have had several slaves. J has been cultivated little by little, as I am interested in something monogamous, stable, and long-term.

My slave J had an interesting sexual past as an active person, perhaps due to the prejudices of being black and well-endowed, he was pigeonholed as active, but deep down, he was born passive and submissive, seeking a firm and warm hand to guide him, someone to surrender to, please, and serve.

His name is John.

I met him on the internet, and we started exchanging chats, photos, and videos. Something that excites me about him is that he is an intellectual and works at a national newspaper, coordinating the cultural section.

There, he is a tiger, sociable and cunning, but at home, in front of me, he is nothing more than a piece of furniture, a slave, a sweet and flattering servant who lives to give me pleasure.

This story will be told in two timelines, as a master, my text will be in bold, as a slave, his text will be simple. The idea is to give the vision of both and our life.

5 am.

The alarm sounds, but I pretend to be asleep.

Sometimes I don't even hear it, my real alarm is J.

I feel him getting up from bed stealthily, going to brush his teeth, drinking water, and approaching me... his tongue touches my feet and licks them delicately, I feel ticklish, he covers the sole, the arch, and each of my toes.

What better way to wake up than with a smile?

My slave is there to please me in my games.

I sleep without boxers in long or short pants, depending on the season, so I undress myself and take off my pajamas.

There, my erect penis is ready for him.

His mission is to give me a delicious blowjob with cum in less than 7 minutes... (We have trained for this, weeks of only oral sex so that he knows how to prolong or accelerate my orgasm, to stimulate me in the exact point and precise rhythm.

When he sucks m...