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 ...