On Vacation with Andrés 4

With my face red from the slaps and my jaw sore from the effort, I looked at the list of things Andrés wanted me to buy at the store.

"I'll bring them right away," I said as I walked to my room.

"Where are you going, slave?" he asked me in a very serious tone.

"I'm going to dress to buy these things," I replied.

"Did you ask permission to dress yourself?" he asked me, and I was stunned, it couldn't be like that... did I have to ask permission to dress?… did I have to ask permission for everything? I have been an autonomous man since I was 18, how could I now at 47 have to ask permission to do things from a 21-year-old boy. Andrés studied my expression, he's a young but very astute boy - "I'm going to help you," he said - "kneel down with your eyes on the floor."

I obeyed, again I heard him roaming around my house, I felt upset, I couldn't ask permission for everything, it would be a nightmare...

"Come, slave!" he called from inside my room, I obeyed, I was standing next to the dresser - "Put your hands on that piece of furniture," he said pointing to the dresser, I stood in front of the huge mirror and saw my face ... I had a furrowed brow and my cheeks still red from the slaps.

"This is because you haven't learned that if you are my slave, you have to call me 'Master'," he said showing me a bar of soap that he pushed into my mouth forcing it open. I bit the soap with half of it inside my mouth.

Then he stood behind me - "and this is to help you remember that a slave has to ask permission for everything," he said, snapping one of my thick belts, I looked at him through the mirror, naked with his cock erect, holding the belt while looking at my buttocks.

His cock being hard made me furious, "the bastard is getting excited by the idea of ​​punishing me," I thought, resisting the mere idea of ​​receiving a punishment at my age from a younger boy.

"Offer your buttocks well, slave," I don't know why, because I was furious, but I obeyed him.

I hadn't received a spanking since I was 12 years old... and I had never had my pants pulled down to get them... so naked, that punishment made my head explode "he is punishing me for not asking permission to change" I repeated to myself over and over again while waiting for the first blow... that smack finally came, it burned terribly, it hit both buttocks.

I felt like turning around and snatching the belt from the boy but... I couldn't... I stood there still, waiting for the other spanks, he gave me a second blow, the soap burned my tongue and to avoid swallowing it I drooled, spit out saliva like an animal.

He gave me the third spank - "I said offer your buttocks" - I had no control over my body, so he had to repeat the order to me - "for your damn buttocks" - I did it, I couldn't understand why he was doing it but I did, and the Master gave me a fourth hard spank.

I screamed, I was already at the edge, at the limit of humiliation or so I thought, Andrés had more confidence in me and knew he could take me further... that's why he was the Master... he gave me another belt lash, each one harder than the other, I jumped and twisted, drooling and feeling the soap in my mouth.

Another spank, then another and another, and another... there was no longer anger, now there was pain, my screams began to be pleas, begging him to stop punishing me, he gave me two more and wondered why he let me do that, if I just had to turn around and impose myself.

"For your buttocks," I resisted for a moment and then pushed my pelvis back while doing it, I raised my gaze, I saw the image of a humiliated adult: with a bar of soap in my mouth, holding my buttocks while behind me, a younger Man but with greater authority was inflicting a punishment on me... that image terrified me and thrilled me.

He gave me three more spanks, giving time between each one, time when my mind flew and asked me questions... four more spanks and I began to understand that I was the slave and that I had to ask my Master for permission for everything... for absolutely everything - "you're almost done, slave, hold on" - I began to whimper, to cry. One more... then another... "here comes the best one," he said laughing and gave me an even harder one than all the others.

"What did you learn, animal?" he said standing next to me while I drooled and looked down ashamed not of the punishment but of my failure; he took the soap out of my mouth so I could speak.

"I learned that I must ask permission for everything, Master, forgive me for not doing it before," I said broken, shattered by the punishment, subjected to him by force.

I fell to my knees... purely by instinct - "I'm sorry, Master, forgive me" - I begged - "Thank you for educating me."

"Go wash your mouth, slave, and when you come back you will dress in the clothes that are on the bed." When I returned from the bathroom I found an old shirt, the oldest in my closet, and some dress pants. There was no underwear so I didn't wear any.

I went to the supermarket wearing the clothes my Master chose for me, and although my outfit was strange but nothing extraordinary, I felt terribly humiliated.

When I returned with the purchases (including a dog collar, a chain, and a bowl) Andrés was waiting for me in my son's bedroom.

"Come up, slave," he yelled from the bedroom and I obeyed; I knelt in front of the bed following his orders.

On the mattress, dildos and plugs of different sizes were arranged - "Look, I want to show you my collection of toys," I looked at the six dildos and the two plugs with a certain nervousness.

They were arranged from the largest to the smallest, next to the last one was a large jar of lubricant - "we have this week to go from the first dildo to the last, so I'll have to train you more than once a day," he said stroking my head as if he were petting a dog.

I had never even put a suppository in my ass, I grew up with the idea that putting objects in the anal area was something only gay men did... so in my mind there was immediately a picture: my Master is going to turn me into a gay man... into *his* gay man.

"Get on the bed and stand on your buttocks," he ordered.

"Master..." I started to say, the boy turned to look at me in the face, he leaned down and petted my head again.

"I know pup, you're afraid, it's natural, I'm about to turn your ass into a vagina," he spoke to me as if I were a small child and that excited me, I felt so vulnerable and so submissive - "but trust me... I am your Master and I own your body... I know what I want to get from it and I will achieve it without hurting you."

I got on the bed, got on all fours, Andrés pushed my head down to the mattress to raise my buttocks... his fingers began to play in my ass... "he's turning me into a gay man... he's turning me into a gay man" the idea pounded in my mind and then his words "I'm going to turn your ass into a vagina"... I felt his fingers behind me and imagined that little by little they were taking away what little manliness I had left.

When the first finger entered me, I felt an indescribable sensation - "stay still bitch," he said slapping me while deflowering me - "That's it, stay still... endure... I'm opening your vagina... breathe," his voice controlled me, subjected me, and made me obey.

He began to insert and remove the finger, there was an English word that kept repeating in my head, "emasculation"... I couldn't find the meaning in Spanish but it was... it was like taking away my manliness every time his young finger entered and exited me.

He kept inserting and removing his finger for a long time, finally I saw him pick up the first dildo with me, a rather small dildo...

"Ready?" he said to me - "it's time to turn you into my bitch" - his words hammered my mind programming me... the dildo opened my ass and slowly went inside, I moaned... I moaned with pleasure, I moaned like the bitch my Master wanted me to be and then, when he started to insert and remove the dildo in my new "vagina" I discovered a pleasure that had existed there for many years, hidden, waiting for the Man who would show it to me...

Since then, he scheduled my "vaginal training" on his phone every four hours, like any other dog my cock would get hard just by hearing the alarm and I would accommodate myself on all fours in front of him with my head down and my butt up.

It wasn't easy to swallow larger and larger dildos through the cunt every time, sometimes roughly, sometimes smoothly Andrés managed to make my new vagina swallow them whole - "Good bitch," he would say and I felt satisfied with his words, because little by little being a "good bitch" to my Master is what I wanted most.

Tonight, freshly bathed by my Master, I walk on all fours toward the kitchen, Master Andrés brings my dog bowl and fills it with the cold leftovers of his dinner.

"Do you want to eat, little dog?" he asks me and I know what I have to do, on my knees with my arms bent and my hands back I wiggle my ass like a dog begging with my tongue out... begging for the food I bought with my money, in my kitchen, like a dog... I couldn't sink any lower.

Andrés always enjoys seeing me in that position, begging, I never eat three meals, he always rations the food just enough so that, as now, my plea is legitimate, I really want him to feed me because I'm hungry.

Andrés takes the plate with the food in it and spits on it three times, he stirs it with his fingers to mix it well with the food - "you've earned it, eat" - the exercise I did and the hunger I accumulated made me devour the food despite how uncomfortable it is to chew on all fours. Andrés sits and watches me...

When I finish eating, with my face and chest stained, he signals me to crawl on all fours in front of him.

We stop in front of a huge old mirror, a family relic hanging in the living room.

"Watch us," he orders me. In the mirror somewhat above us, you can see the entire body of my Master and mine, on all fours.

"I love having you like this," he tells me, starting to undress, slowly revealing his slim torso, his flat abdomen, his slightly toned and defined pectorals, his handsome and manly face.

"To have control over and subdue a sub who is older than me... who is twice my age," I look at myself there kneeling, under him, with a dirty face, an open butt, my shaved balls.

"To see you debased and humiliated," he continues telling me - "having you at my feet, waiting for my orders to please me, without honor, without dignity."

I watch him speak through the mirror, he looks so superior to me - "look at us, I am much more handsome, I am much more intelligent than a fucking wretched like you," he continues looking at me and assuming that he is absolutely right - "stand up," he orders and I obey.

"Look at your body, stained like a pig... look at my cock... compare it with what you have between your legs... I am a handsome Man, you are a pig... I am better than you in everything," I remain silent, understanding and acknowledging each of his words.

"Lick my feet," he orders me and I fall to my knees, I lick his feet grateful because a great Man like him allows an inferior like me to be his bitch.