The encounters followed a similar dynamic for a while, spaced out more or less, with greater or lesser distance and intensity, with more or fewer humiliations, but Borja still could not feel the skin of his mistress. That deprivation seemed to do nothing but intensify desire.

The punishments had started to become more physical. Borja stopped going to the pool, as it would be difficult to explain the red marks that stretched from one side to the other of his back. For the same reason, he had started wearing long sweatpants to the gym. They had even mocked him for it when he went to play paddle dressed like that.

However, despite the discomfort, the disturbances, and the mockery, or perhaps because of them, he felt more fulfilled than ever. He had the sensation of seeing everything more clearly, while completely abstracted from his minuscule and insignificant reality. Like an ant that sees for the first time from outside a terrarium and thus understands its role in the complex web that they all construct together.

The scorn, humiliations, and punishments from his mistress brought order to his life. At first, trying to justify his desire, the fact that his mistress was a CD, not a man or a woman, was another way to self-humiliate. But over time that idea faded and he began to accept that he simply found her attractive. In his eyes, she was more female than any woman. But he no longer cared or questioned whether he was heterosexual, bisexual, or what. That no longer mattered.

On a Saturday, at 3:00 PM, he received a message from his mistress. He was at a meal with friends. They had not gotten to dessert. He did not care. To the astonishment of everyone, he invented a pathetic excuse and ran off towards his mistress's house.

- "This one has probably hooked up with someone," he heard one of his friends say as he left the venue, while the others laughed.

When he entered the apartment and began to undress in the hallway, as was customary, he was surprised that the lights were completely on and that movement could be sensed inside. Normally, his mistress waited for him sitting or standing, but always motionless. Nevertheless, he did not give it importance. He had to undress completely, put on the dog collar, and wait for his mistress to give him permission to enter.

This time, a surprise awaited him. After a few moments, despite having his head down, he could make out a silhouette approaching the door from the other side, through the colorful beveled glass. The door opened, which left Borja in shock, as this had never happened before.

- "Please, come in, sir," said a young man about twenty-five years old, athletic, with a sensual line of hair that emerged from his navel and vanished between his strong legs. The boy wore a bow around his neck, metal bracelets, and a chastity belt that squeezed his bulging genitalia. Completing his outfit, the young man had rabbit ears among his curly b...