On Vacation with Andrés 2

I crawl on all fours behind him, carrying in my mouth... my snout... the bag with souvenirs he bought in the City Center.

I feel like his pet... I am his pet, a loyal dog walking behind his Human.

"Sit!" he orders me, pointing his finger at me as if he were... as he would speak to any dog. I kneel with my buttocks on my ankles and my front paws stretched out.

I watch him cook - when you are my dog you will be able to look me in the face, if you are my slave you will only be able to look at the floor - he told me the day he trained me as his pet, Master Andrés is so precise in the way he treats me that even though I am an inferior fool, I understand perfectly when he wants a slave and when he wants a dog.

He strolls through my kitchen using whatever utensils he wants, knowing that I will be the one to wash them after he falls asleep.

After preparing dinner, he sits down to eat. He takes off his shoes with his feet and snaps his fingers at me to get on all fours under the table... he has been walking all day, his feet smell very different from the clean and soapy scent of the first night, they smell like sweat and shoes, like him, like his true essence.

Far from feeling disgusted by the smell of my Master, I actually enjoy it, it is an intense and penetrating aroma, dirty, masculine, and it excites me to smell it before giving him the first lick on the instep. I bring my face close and fill myself with his strong scent hungrily, eager to lick and swallow it.

I lick his feet from top to bottom, from the ankle to his toes, grateful, I am his loyal dog and it is an honor to be the dog of such a young and handsome Man.

I lick between his toes, feeling the textures of the dust and sweat accumulated inside them, I clean them with the devotion of a servant, they are such long and beautiful, perfect feet, well preserved and they stink... delicious...

I put his toes in my mouth, I feel them inside me, filling my breath with his sweat and scent, I caress them with my tongue as I swallow them.

I lie down on the floor on my back so that he can rub the soles of his long feet on my tongue, he moves them at whim and changes feet when he pleases, I put my hands at my sides and stick out my obedient tongue, immersed in such great humiliation that I don't even feel it anymore.

I watch him with a smile on my face as he unbuttons his pants, I don't see his face, I only hear him chewing softly as he does, he stands up and takes off his pants and underwear completely.

And there it is, in front of me, in that space under the table that feels so intimate and personal, his huge, thick 15-centimeter trunk.

It is a fairly thick cock, uncircumcised, with a slight curve to the right and it becomes slightly thinner at the glans, it looks long, thick, and pointed. The head with thick lips peeks out from the foreskin.

His pubic hair is straight, starting with a subtle black line from his navel and becoming a fan on his pelvis, the Master trims it to make it look aesthetic. It is a perfect Colombian cock and it is there under the table, just for me.

Since I had never been with a man before, I was not very skilled at oral sex. Andrés dedicated time to teach me, on the second day he was at my house, how to properly serve it, or at least, for me to take a first lesson:

"Let's see, bitch," he said, grabbing my hair, "you have to learn to give your Master a good blowjob."

"Sorry Master, it's just that..." I began to say, but he slapped me, tears involuntarily streamed from my eyes, making me feel a sense of shame.

"I don't want excuses, whore," grabbing my hair strongly and slapping me again, "you are only allowed to say 'yes Master' and 'thank you Master,' understood?"

"Yes Master," I replied, wondering why at 47 years old I tolerated a 21-year-old treating me this way in my own home.

"Open your fucking mouth," he ordered and I obeyed - "stick out your tongue," I did and Andrés spat on it - "swallow."

As handsome as Andrés seemed to me, swallowing his saliva felt disgusting, maybe it showed on my face because he did it again - "swallow and don't make faces," he ordered and I obeyed.

"Did I tell you to close your mouth?" he asked, pulling my hair harder, since I was only allowed to say two phrases and none suited to answering what Andrés was asking, I remained silent and opened my mouth.

Holding me by the hair like a puppet, Andrés ran my tongue all over his cock, grabbed it with the hand he had free and directed it towards my mouth, pushing it in.

He used me as if I were his toy, moving my mouth and violating it with his cock without letting go of my hair. Despite the pain in my head, I made an effort to learn the movements Andrés forced me to make - "lick here", he said pointing to his glans and I moved my tongue as fast as I could - "Hard, bitch, lick hard," he said, slapping me, I licked as directed and Andrés kept showing me how he liked to be sucked off...

When he got tired, he stood up. I thought he would come in my mouth, felt the need for it to happen... but by then it was clear to me that he always decided when and how it would happen.

Today is the night of the fifth day in his service, I suck his cock while he eats with some nostalgia, tomorrow will be our last day and by night my family will be back, I apply myself to suck and lick with devotion, doing everything exactly as I know he likes... and as I do it, memories of everything we have lived flash through my mind:

On the first night, I couldn't sleep, I was so nervous and anxious, thinking about many things, half of them silly excuses to not let go and enjoy the opportunity presented to me.

I looked at my watch and counted the hours, I was anxious for it to be nine in the morning... and at times I told myself that if I wanted to play along as a slave and at times I said no, that it was crazy.

At nine, I finally opened his door, I walked in slowly as if waiting for him to wake up. Andrés was naked on the bed, I couldn't tell if he was sleeping or pretending, he had his legs spread and his thick and pointed 15-centimeter cock was magnificent pointing to the ceiling.

I climbed onto the bed between his legs, Andrés reacted looking at me, I looked at him for a few moments, smiling nervously, maybe he had already regretted it, maybe he wasn't serious. He looked at me with authority, making me feel like a little boy asking for a favor, he grabbed his cock at the base and jiggled it a bit, I understood the signal and put it in my mouth.

As I said, that first blowjob was not memorable, surely I wasn’t enjoying it except for the triumph it represented for him to have hooked me.

"I want one thing to be clear to you," he said, caressing my head, I was surprised, it was my house and I was the oldest but he wanted to make things clear - "We are not lovers, I wouldn't have such an old lover... we are not friends, I double your age, I could be your son!" - he continued rubbing my head as if I were a girl - "I am the Master and you are my slave, if you agree, put it all in your mouth."

I tried to swallow as much as I could, until I gagged, and tried two more times without success, but that was enough for Andrés to realize I agreed to his rules.

"Kneel on the floor," he ordered and I obeyed - "hands behind your back and eyes on the floor," I followed his instructions.

"I suppose you know what a slave is or do you need a 21-year-old to explain it to you?" he said, standing in front of me.

"It means I must obey you in everything," I replied looking at the floor.

"Good try, slave," he said, applauding me as if I were a little boy who had given a good answer - "lift your face and stick out your tongue, you will receive a reward."

Andrés held his cock against his belly, and passed his balls over my tongue as a reward for my good answer.

"But it's an incomplete answer," he said, sitting in front of me - "If I am your Master and you are my slave, it means that I am a Man and you are my object," I remained silent waiting for him to continue - "It means that I am your owner and that everything you have is mine: your house, your car, your money, your clothes," I became a little nervous and it seemed that Andrés noticed

"Calm down, I'm not going to empty your account," he said, smiling - "but you will buy what I order and I will decide how we will use the money this week."

"Agreed," I said quietly, Andrés continued - "but also I am your owner, so I am the owner of your body and will do with it whatever I want and you will do with it what I want, is that clear to you?"

"Yes," I replied, excited, now at 47 years old a 21-year-old boy was the owner of my body... it was completely surreal and the idea excited me immensely.

"I will punish you if you do something wrong," he warned me - "and I will discipline you to learn what your place is," he said - "and you will only touch your body when I give you permission, because it is mine. Now is the decisive moment... if you are willing to be my slave and let me do whatever I want with your body, kiss my feet."

I didn't think twice, maybe if I had thought things through, I wouldn't have done it... I knelt down and kissed his feet.

"Follow me," he ordered and I crawled on all fours behind him towards the bathroom.

"Stay there," he ordered and I remained still on all fours looking at the toilet.

I heard him rummaging in my closet and going out to the backyard looking for some things, I confess that I felt a bit anxious hearing him wandering around grabbing objects from the house, but just a few minutes ago I had said I accepted that he was my owner and the owner of everything that was mine.

He returned with one of my sneakers and two clothespins. He sat down to defecate in front of me, it embarrasses me to say it but to me, even defecating, my now new Master seemed majestic.

"Take off your shirt and get on your knees," he ordered and I obeyed.

I have big tits, they are fleshy and firm but not round, they are rather pointed, I felt a little embarrassed to take off my shirt in front of him who had his flat abdomen and slightly formed chest on his thin torso.

While he was defecating, he untied my shoe lace, tied it to the clothespins he had in his hand, and clamped one of the pins to my nipples.

I had never felt anything like it, the sensation was terribly uncomfortable, it hurt, I raised my hand and Andrés kicked me in the balls - "what the Master puts on your body stays on your body until the Master indicates it," he said very seriously...

I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue playing the Master, but I obeyed as I watched Andrés take the toilet paper from the wall tube and put it on the clothespin, then he placed the other pin on the remaining nipple.

The toilet paper hung from my nipples, Andrés looked at me smiling, as if I was pleasing him by allowing him to do what he was doing to me.

He took out his phone and started watching with the hands-free in his ear, I couldn't see what he was watching but he laughed, and he sat for about ten minutes, sitting, defecating in front of me...

"I guess this is being a slave," I said to myself, "I am an object serving a Man," my nipples burned but I confess I felt tremendously happy.