L’Amo Cabró

He liked his photos and profile and she tried it. He replied and they talked at length. In the end, she found a Master who apparently met all the requirements she asked for: mature, tolerant, respectful, educated, kinky, vicious, clean, etc. And also lived alone and had a place!!!

She could hardly believe it because on the app most people were not interested. They were either masturbators, or pretending to be masters without being, or not practicing SSC, but now everything seemed to predict a real encounter. This potential Master had shown a lot of seriousness and gave him guarantees that he would not do anything the slave did not want, that everything would be consensual.

During the previous conversations, the Master had explained to him what he wanted from a slave and had told him about his favorite practices: dogtraining, golden shower, spanking, humiliation, feminization. Dogtraining so that the slave remembered he was his dog; golden shower to mark ownership; spanking to punish mistakes or simply because he felt like it; humiliation because it was one of the Master's preferences, and feminization because he wanted him to be a real slut.

He arrived at the Master's house quite nervous, but he was soon comforted: some beers, cigarettes, and previous conversations gave him a pleasant atmosphere and also confirmed what he had already intuited: it was a Master with a friendly, cultured, respectful and clean demeanor.

The Master ordered the slave to undress and to get on all fours to start sucking his cock, while he was sitting, also naked, on the sofa. He did that for a long time. Then he made him walk on all fours and made him bring a whip that was on a piece of furniture. The Master used the whip when he felt the slave was not sucking well enough.

The slave found the Master's cock tasty and of a size he liked, very suitable for his mouth and throat. He enjoyed the fellatio and especially enjoyed the Master's moans. The whip was used repeatedly but without going too far, as it was not necessary.

After a long time, the slave asked for a break to regain energy with more beers, more cigarettes, and more conversation, which worked very well for him. And when the Master finished, he ordered the same thing again: to suck his cock in a dog-like position, with whip in hand. And the moans were repeated. Later, he made him crawl to the bed, with the order to stay there waiting for him.

After a while, the Master appeared in the room, with his cock erect, threatening, and with the whip in his hand. He opened a drawer and took out some red stockings and panties. He gave them to him and said, "put these on, slut, you will suck me like the slut you are". And he gave a powerful whip to his ass.

The Master sat on the bed, face up, and with another lash to the buttock he said, “what are you waiting for, bitch?”.

Sore from the whip, the slave made an effort to do it well, since the position on the bed also helped. He was guided by the quality of the Master's moans, who occasionally used the whip, as if the exclamations of the slave excited him. The Master hardly spoke: only occasionally uttered in a clipped voice, "that's it, bitch, like that! Don't stop!!"

They stayed in that position for a long time until the slave noticed that the Master was in ecstasy. He didn't know what to do, he hadn't received any indication about the destination of the Master's cum. He didn't know if he should stop the blowjob or wait for the ejaculation in his mouth. In fact, that's what he wanted, because the Master, with his authority, had made him very hot, and he didn't ask him to stop either. But on the other hand, he wasn't very keen on receiving cum in the mouth from a first encounter with a stranger, for hygiene and health reasons. But in the midst of doubts, the Master exploded and poured all the sperm into the mouth of his dog, without any consideration, uttering loud moans. Once the Master withdrew his cock, the slave licked the little semen that had spread between the testicles and belly. He licked it without leaving a drop.

Several hours had passed and the Master said, "you can go now". The slave went to the shower, dressed and said goodbye, while the Master said, "We will repeat, slut! I liked it".

The next day, the slave wrote to the Master, thanking him for the session and the tranquility with which everything had unfolded. But from the beginning, he felt a certain caution, with distant and vague responses. Until after a few days, he told him, "don't write to me anymore, slave. We will not see each other again. Delete my number." The slave was very surprised: what had happened? Why this change of opinion? Why had he said they would meet again to then disappear? But he had no answer. The Master did not respond or give explanations. Finally, he deleted the number.

Through the app where he found him, he contacted him several times, always with silence as a response, until after three years he managed to get a few words. He invited him to visit him and warned him: "I have more spanking material, I have cock rings, I have a collar, I have a leash, I have nipple clamps, I have hoods and I threw away the stockings and panties. So you know what to expect". And when the slave, excited, asked him why he disappeared, the answer was blunt: "Because I'm a fucking Master".