On Vacation with Andrés 3

Andrés pulls his dick out of my mouth and stands up - "come here, dog," he snaps his fingers at me, and I crawl out from under the table to stand in front of him in a "sitting" position.

He looks at me straight in the eyes - "It's time for your nightly walk, pet," he says with a smile.

I hear him go up to his room and come back wearing sportswear, holding a dog collar, a leash, a bottle of lube, and a plug that ends with a long, thick dog tail.

Without the need for any orders, I get on all fours and place my head on the floor; every night we follow the same ritual: Andrés squats behind me and applies lube, it's a long process because my ass has only been under his training for a few days.

While applying the viscous solution, he inserts his fingers, I feel them going in and out with complete familiarity, after so many days my ass knows him better than my own kitchen.

His fingers are as big as his hand, long and slender, once we compared our hands and his fingers stood out from mine by a phalanx - "another sign that I am superior to you," he said with a smile. Today I have no doubt that Andrés is better and superior to me in every way, with that awareness, I let him insert his fingers.

When he considers that I am dilated enough, he takes the plug with the tail and slowly inserts it into my ass. It's not a pointed plug, it has a round tip, so its entry is what gives us the most trouble.

I can't help but moan, it's always a genuine moan, it's a strange mix, it hurts and at the same time it excites me when the guy puts that thing in my ass. An object that is not meant to give me pleasure but to humiliate me, in the end, it will have me bringing out a dog tail from my buttocks.

The plug finally enters and gradually goes deeper into my ass - "good dog," he says giving me a spank, then he puts the dog collar around my neck - "take your clothes," he orders, and I walk towards the door.

In a plastic bag, there is a rolled-up sweatshirt and a pair of shorts that were actually my pants, but Andrés cut them on the first day so that they would only reach mid-thigh.

I put on some socks and the tennis shoes that are also in the bag. I have used this outfit every day for the same activity, they smell of sweat, of the plastic bag, their smell is overpowering.

The sweatshirt has a zipper that allows me to hide the collar underneath it, Andrés tucks the collar into his pocket, then pours a two-liter bottle into a dog bowl next to the entrance, I crouch down to drink, we won't leave until I finish it.

We leave the house, Andrés takes long and youthful steps, I must walk behind him, following my Master's steps, if I lag behind I will receive punishment...

Andrés decides when to walk and when to run. It's already night, but it's still early, there are people on the streets and many cars passing by us... although the humiliation is discreet, I worry that someone I know might see my torn pants turned into a sort of slutty short or notice that I have something resembling a dog tail under my shorts.

The tail is long and I feel it poking in my ass when I walk and when I run, Andrés decides when to pick up the pace, when to run, and when to stop.

We always go the same route, the first time we took a "night walk" I showed him the area: near the house there is a river, in some areas, it's completely lonely, it's not very safe to walk there at seven in the evening but when you're horny, you don't think much about these things.

We arrive at the same spot every night - "you know what to do, little dog," I look around nervously and quickly take off the sweatshirt and shorts, standing completely naked, I kneel on all fours in front of him.

I tremble but not from the cold, I have anxiety and I can't lie, feeling it excites me, it's like being young again at 47.

Andrés lifts my clothes and puts the leash on my collar - "let's go," he says, moving the leash and I walk in front of him obediently on all fours.

The grass, the stones, everything I endure to please my Master, I feel bursts of cold in my tight asshole with the plug, my "tail" moves from side to side like a happy dog walking, we advance for a kilometer venturing into that dark place, Andrés uses the flashlight from his cellphone when the darkness completely surrounds us, the sound of the river makes our voices hide.

We reach a clearing, there is no light, no houses, no one - "sit!" he orders, and I obey, he takes off the leash - "roll on the ground!" I lay down and roll on the wet grass and muddy ground - "good dog," he says picking up a stick from the ground.

"Go get it!" he orders throwing it relatively close and pointing at it with his phone's light... I crawl on all fours and grab it with my mouth, he throws it again, and I go for it again...

I feel humiliated, yes, but I am humiliating myself for my Master, he wants to have fun watching me be a dog and that's what I am... he always throws the stick at least five times, after the fifth time, genuinely panting from exhaustion, I give it to him and he throws it next to him - "bark!"

"Woof woof woof" I bark with all my strength, some dogs in the distance respond.

"Do you need to pee?" he asks, and I bark wagging my ass, the plastic tail moves right and left making me look more like an animal; he puts the leash on me and takes me near a tree, the first time we did that routine I understood at that moment why we couldn't leave the house without me drinking the two liters of water.

I pee lifting my leg... my paw... resting it on the tree. It takes me a long time to pee and I feel anxious, if someone catches us I'll go to jail for being an exhibitionist and peeing in public.

The stream of urine passes under me and forms a little puddle, I finish peeing.

"Smell your pee," he orders and I bring my nose to it, Andrés pushes my face with his foot so it touches the ground getting smeared with dirt and my urine, he leaves his foot there for a moment while spanking my butt with his hands - "good dog, get dressed" he orders and I do so quickly, a little relieved that the humiliation is over and fortunately, no one has discovered us.

I run behind him back to the house, the return is always more distressing because my face and legs are dirty, covered in mud and pee... fortunately, there is no one on my street, as soon as I enter the house I take off the clothes and put them back in the bag. I am a mess: sweat, pee, dirt... he makes me advance on all fours to the garden, leaving a trail of filth in the hallway and kitchen, in the garden he turns on the hose and gives me a bath... the water is cold but refreshing... I also let myself be pampered because Andrés with the tenderness of a child bathing his dog, runs the bar of soap all over my body...

Being naked in front of Andrés has not been easy. A few weeks ago, I would have done it without a problem, but that morning, after serving as a toilet paper holder with nipples, something happened that made me feel humiliated and terribly ashamed.

When Andrés finished cleaning himself, he took off the clamps - "put the toilet paper back in its place and put these clamps on the sink, I will use you in the same way every time I go to the bathroom, from now on, you will put on the clamps yourself" - he warned, and indeed he has kept his word every day.

"Well, slave, it's time to see my property," he said - "undress.

I had already taken off my shirt and since I was still in my pajamas, the only things left to take off were the boxers and pants.

When I met Andrés, I had imagined many ways of being both naked, never like this, being forced to strip in front of him, and even though he was already naked, the fact of being stripped by order made me feel vulnerable and exposed.

When I took my clothes off, Andrés looked at my dick... he made a surprised face and started laughing - "What is that?" he asked sarcastically, making me feel more humiliated than ever in my life, his dick was flaccid and measured six centimeters. Mine was erect and considerably smaller.

I was filled with shame, what a way to discover I have a "small dick."

He looked at me from side to side laughing - "where is your cock, slave?" he kept asking me... I had never been humiliated like that and hearing him call me a slave made me feel even worse.

"It's this one," I said finally trying to say something to rid myself of the embarrassment.

"That's a clit, and I've seen bigger clits," he said, still laughing.

He sat on a chair, and I remained standing - "do you know why yours is so small?" he asked me, looking at it with a smile on his face, I didn't know what to answer.

"Do you know why mine is so big?" he insisted, and I couldn't believe that at 47 years old I was allowing myself to be humiliated like that by a 21-year-old... but seeing the difference in sizes truly made me feel ashamed.

"Because I am a Man and you are a bitch," he said answering his question and then spreading his legs he stroked the dick that began to grow until it reached his 15 centimeters - "this is a real dick... come here, bitch... come and worship it..."

Any man, faced with such humiliation, would have kicked that guy out of his house... I... I kneeled and took it in my mouth, that's when he taught me to worship it by slapping me repeatedly.