After humiliating myself in front of the mirror, he walks towards the small bar that I have in the living room. He takes two glasses and opens a cabinet that serves as a wine cellar.

-Choose a wine for me- he says, looking at the bottles I have stored there.

I hold a napkin on my arm to show him a high reserve red wine, feeling proud for a few moments of being a good taster and boasting of having good wines in my cellar.

-Open it- he orders me, and I obey, I stand behind the bar and hand him a white napkin, cut the capsule, and skillfully remove the cork. I smell the wine, inhaling its aroma, celebrating that my Master is toasting with me with that very special wine.

I pour him a little less than half a glass, I observe him, Master Andrés understands me, he looks at the color with the napkin before smelling it, he puts his fine and well-proportioned nose in the glass and inhales, looking at me with dominant eyes, then he puts it in his mouth and swirls it around his palate.

I unconsciously smile because that's what I always do when sharing my wines with someone, Andrés spits the wine on my face... I'm surprised by that reaction but I'm excited- it's good- he says- serve only this glass- I obey.

Andrés takes the second glass and lowers it towards his cock, he starts to pee in it... I watch him pee in the glass and far from being bothered, I get extremely aroused, the glass is almost full, he shakes it a bit so that some drops that hang from his pointed and pink glans fall.

-Now you have to taste your drink, pig- he says smiling. I look at it against the light, it's yellow, a light yellow, evidence that Andrés drinks a lot of water, I bring it to my nose, its aroma is mild, but it smells like pee, bitter, salty... I take a sip and keep his pee in my palate... - swallow- he orders me and I obey not without effort.

-This is our last night, pig- he says raising his wine glass- cheers.

We clink glasses and take a sip, I see his face of pleasure as he enjoys the wine I chose for him while I take a sip of his soft and frothy urine...

-Tell me- he says intrigued- what is the best memory you have of our week- my mind immediately goes back to the third day of my slavery:

That morning started like the previous one, I gave him head to wake him up and then he took me to the bathroom to hold the paper with my nipples. Then I served him breakfast in the kitchen.

-It will be an intense training day- he said while washing the dishes after breakfast and eating the leftovers on the floor- I want you to go up and bathe. I ordered you yesterday to bring four packs of razors, you have an hour to come down without hair on your clitoris and buttocks...

Young people these days have the habit of shaving their genitals, in my generation, among "hetero" men that is not common, at least I had never shaved with a razor there.

It took me an hour to c...