Contacting until finding someone to trust, who offers safety and discretion is difficult and there are always nerves until the moment of actually meeting, and the mix of nerves and excitement persists until arriving at the contact location and starting to obey the master's orders.

Sometimes this thrill of being submissive to a master comes late or it was always there until one dares to show it.

I met a master some time ago who offered me all of that, and with whom I learned what little I know. We had a conversation one exciting night, where he eventually arranged to meet me on a Saturday at the subway entrance.

I went dressed as he instructed to recognize me upon exiting the subway (sweatpants, short-sleeved black t-shirt, sneakers, and a jockstrap as underwear).

Throughout the way to the transport and during the trip, I felt a sense of shame for what I was doing, fear of being discovered by someone I knew, fear of what was to come, nerves, a lot of excitement, and a dry mouth.

Upon arriving at the agreed station, Moncloa, I was so nervous that I could hardly speak and I went out to the street with many fears on the escalators.

He was waiting for me at the top, a bit taller than me, I'm only 1.68m, strong with a belly, 63 years old and a rough face. I managed to approach him and he said, "follow me." We walked for a while until we reached his home. We went up in the elevator and entered his apartment.

As soon as I entered, he said, "kneel and kiss my feet as a sign of submission and respect for your superior." I did it without thinking. He ordered me to stand up afterward, and we went to a living room. There he told me to call him "sir or master" for every question he asked and to obey without question or I would be punished.

He told me to raise my arms and took off my t-shirt. I was a bundle of nerves and excitement. He examined me after telling me to put my hands on my head. Then he told me to take off my sneakers and socks, and I did so. Then he stood behind me and pulled down my sweatpants. He took them off and examined me, exploring me while I was only in the jockstrap.

He said, "good slave, now come when I sit and lay across my knees." I did and he began to spank me with his powerful hand. There were several rounds of spanks, followed by caresses and fondling. Then he started again. By then, I was a toy in his hands.

After a while, he ordered me to follow him to the kitchen table. There he told me to lie down and he tied my hands to the front legs, took off my jockstrap, and left me completely naked. Then he tied my legs to the back legs of the table. I was at his mercy, I couldn't think anymore. In that position, he continued to spank me and fondled my entire body while insulting and humiliating me physically and verbally.

Sometimes he spat on my body and rubbed his saliva over my red buttocks and back.

He untied me and took me to a ...