Nerves before and during facing a master

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 bedroom. There he tied me in a cross shape on the bed. My hands at the headboard and my legs at the foot of the bed. He got on top and insulted me while fondling me and slapping my face to demonstrate that he was in charge. Then he lit a candle and began to drip wax on my torso, testicles, and penis. It was seconds of pain when the wax fell and a lot of excitement.

He took some latex gloves and lubricant and began to masturbate me with one hand while inserting one of his fingers in my rectum with the other. I was crazy with excitement and thrill.

He stopped when he sensed I was about to cum to continue torturing me and enjoying himself. He untied me for a moment just to tie me up again, but this time face down, and continued to masturbate me with one hand and insert a finger with the other hand. He would stop so I wouldn't cum and would spank my butt again.

He took off his shirt and lay on top of me to rub against my body. He untied me a while later and took me to another room. There he tied me again to an abdominal bench with my head down and my legs open bent over the rollers. There he continued to masturbate me with one hand while increasing the rhythm with his finger in my butt. He told me to cum in that position so my own semen would fall onto my torso downwards. I came, and the semen spread across my chest and some droplets reached my face.

I was sweating, exhausted, worn out, excited, ashamed, humiliated, but he wasn't done using me yet. He untied me and took me to a bathroom, ordered me to get into the bathtub on my knees. He pulled down his pants, lowered his briefs, and pulled out his cock pointing at my chest. He started to urinate on my chest. I felt his warm urine falling on my chest, stomach, genitals, and legs. I thought the humiliation was complete.

Then he told me to shower in front of him while he watched and ordered me how to do it. He used the showerhead to wash off the gel foam, and when I finished, he undressed and got into the bathtub with me. He told me to grab his penis and masturbate him. I obeyed without protest. When he was about to cum, he told me to get on my knees with my back to him and continued to masturbate himself. He came on my back with cries of pleasure. I felt his semen falling down my back and my red buttocks.

He told me not to move. He wanted to see me humiliated for a little while longer. Finally, he told me to turn around and directed his penis towards my chest once more. He urinated on me again while telling me what a good slave I was. His urine was even warmer than before.

When he finished, there I was on my knees, in front of him, beaten, he had tied me in different ways, postures, and in various places. He had slapped me, insulted me, spat on me, fondled me, urinated on me twice, and had come on my back and buttocks. I was completely humiliated.

He told me to lather him while he soaped me. I washed him and he washed me. He dried me and while I was naked, he made me go to the place where I had thrown my clothes. He told me I could dress. I got dressed, he told me to kneel again to kiss his feet, to thank him, and he gave me permission to leave.

I never thought I would dare to do something like that. I left his apartment clean and at the same time dirtier than ever in my life. Humiliated and excited.

We met several more times over a couple of years until he left Madrid. I was his servant during that couple of years.

Those nerves before and during the acts of humiliation were always present.