A master feminizes and humiliates me until I become his submissive whore.

Last week a Master came to Barcelona. He had written to me a month before by email to be his submissive in a humiliation and feminization session, and after talking a bit about our tastes we agreed on an afternoon.

He had rented an apartment-hotel in a central area of Barcelona which was very convenient for me because it was well connected. We had arranged to meet at two, but I arrived almost half an hour early because I was so impatient.

I rang the bell. I went up to the first floor. He opened the door, and his direct greeting was a brief and clear command.

- "Put on the clothes in the room, and be quiet! I don't want to hear you say anything," he told me directly.

I entered, and on the bed I saw my outfit. I undressed completely, placed all my street clothes inside the wardrobe, and the sound of the heels indicated that I had already changed and put on all the sexy lingerie.

I was beautiful. I was wearing a beautiful set of panties and a bra in a shade between purple and violet, lace, tight around my thin waist, thigh-high stockings, and vertiginous stiletto heels that made me stagger. They fit perfectly, in my size 45, and as I walked femininely in the heels I heard a dry order from the other side of the door.

- "Stand facing the wall and don't turn around, slut," he ordered.

He entered a few seconds later.

- "Place your hands on the wall, up high, arms open wide," he ordered me, placing me in that typical position of searches and prisoners.

In that position, he gave me the rules from behind.

- "You will not speak unless I give you permission. You will not ask, you will not request, you will not say a word, in silence, be quiet, and when I ask you, you will respond only with 'yes sir' and nothing else. Do you understand?" - and instantly, with a soft voice, I replied "Yes sir."

- "You will not look at me at any moment, not even for a second, eyes downcast at the ground always, all the time, from now on! Look at the ground now!" - and I obeyed instantly.

He told me not to look straight ahead at any moment, and also not to look at the Master.

- "You will not think about your cock, I don't want to see it hard, be quiet! I haven't given you permission to speak or express your opinion."

I remained silent.

- "When I whip and torment you, you will say 'thank you, sir.' When I punish you for doing things wrong, you will say 'I'm sorry, sir,' and when I give you an order, you will say 'yes sir' and nothing more. Do you understand, bitch?" and I replied "Yes sir."

Then he told me to stay still, not to move a single millimeter until the Master gave me the order, and to remember everything without error, because the punishments would be severe and unforgiving.

- "Look at the ground, don't move, don't turn around. I'll come get you when I feel like it."

I stood still, my waist trembling with the urge for my cock to get hard, but I obeyed and focused to avoid getting an erection. I think fifteen minutes passed. My legs were shaking in the heels when he returned, but he didn't give me permission to move.

- "Stay still and don't move, slut."

He lowered my panties just below my buttocks, and I felt the sting of a ruler on my ass.

- "What do you say?" - he ordered, and instantly I said "Thank you, sir."

- "I want you to say thank you with each whip" - and immediately I felt the second one, and I said "thank you, sir."

Another whip, "thank you, sir."

- "You like it, right, you fucking bitch?"

- "Yes, sir."

He whipped me again, "thank you, sir."

By the tenth one my voice was trembling. "Thank you, sir," "thank you, sir," I said after each whip. My voice was shaky, but I remained obedient until the last whip, fifteen in that series, "thank you, sir."

- "Get dressed, bitch."

As he lifted my panties again, the intense pain of the fabric rubbing against my skin was felt.

- "Look at the ground, scum" - and I said "Yes, sir."

Then he ordered me to dress and sweep the kitchen floor. I walked with feminine and submissive grace, in front while the Master was behind me, with eyes downcast. I entered the bathroom, but the broom was not there.

- "You useless whore, what the hell are you doing? Don't you know where the broom is? You're a complete idiot. Aren't you? Tell me how useless you are."

- "Yes sir, I am useless, sir."

- "Apologize to me."

- "I'm sorry, sir."

- "You worthless piece of shit. You're going to sweep the entire floor, because you're dumb and to make you smarten up."

I found the broom in the kitchen, and from that same tile I started sweeping. I had only covered a few meters when he admonished me.

- "What are you doing, you fool? Look at that piece of bread. Cockroaches do a better job. Sweep again, useless."

- "Sorry, sir."

I swept everything again under his watchful eye, and after finishing sweeping the entire kitchen, he gave me a grade.

- "A zero. That's what you are. Less than zero. You sweep terribly. You are the most useless slut I have ever seen, and I have seen many disgusting sluts. But you are the most disgusting of them all."

- "Sorry, sir."

- "You are going to sweep the entire apartment to learn, now!"

I immediately started sweeping the best I could and in silence. I did the hallway, reached the dining room, and accidentally hit the table leg lightly with the broom.

- "Clumsy. Do you want to see what you're sweeping? You're garbage, a repugnant waste. Aren't you?."

- "Yes, sir."

- "Tell me what you are, I want to hear you say it, say it."

- "I'm a clumsy one, sir, sorry, sir."

- "More than clumsy. You are much more, you are a disgusting slut who doesn't deserve anything. You are a useless bitch who doesn't even know how to sweep, pure trash. Aren't you? Tell me. Say it."

- "Yes, sir, I'm a disgusting slut, sir."

- "I should fire you and throw you out on the street, because you're trash, you're shit."

- "Sorry, sir, please don't fire me, sir," and right then I started crying.

Tears streamed from my eyes feeling guilty and a failure.

- "Cry, slut, cry, that's how I like it, that you cry, you deserve it for the disgust you give, and I don't care if you cry. You're a slut, aren't you? And I'm going to give you what you deserve, for being a slut, because that's what you want, trash and a slut. Am I right or not?."

- "Yes, sir, you're right, sir" I said still crying.

He forbade me from wiping my tears. He wanted to see them stream down my cheek, and I let them fall looking down at the ground. I continued sweeping conscientiously while still crying, and I swept until the Master gave me the order to stop.

I continued staring at the ground while the Master looked at me attentively.

- "Put your hands behind your back."

I did. He then slightly lifted the cups of the bra to expose my nipples. He grabbed two metal clamps, placed one on each nipple, and tightened the screws to press my nipples.

- "Does it hurt, bitch?" - he wanted to know - "Yes, sir."

- "Well, you're going to suffer even more."

Each clamp had a chain. He put a purple dog collar around my neck, with a ring in the center. He connected the chains to that ring, well stretched, tense, pushing and pulling my nipples, thus increasing the torment of the clamps. That play with my nipples excited me, and underneath the panties, an erection was visible.

- "What are you doing, slut? What have I told you? Get the hell out of here. I don't want you as a dog."

- "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry sir, I beg you, sir, please don't let me go, sir," and then I started crying again.

- "Beg me to be my dog. Say it. I want to hear you. Convince me, and I'll kick you out right now."

- "I beg you, sir, I want to be your dog, sir, please don't let me go, sir" - and again I started crying.

- "You are just rotten scum," he replied.

- "Yes, sir, I'm scum, I'm human garbage, I'm trash, sir, I'm a filthy sow, I beg your forgiveness, sir, please don't kick me out, sir."

Then he ordered me to get on my knees in front of the Master.

- "Let's see how you suck it" - and delicately I started tasting the tip of his cock. I took in the glans, part of the shaft, and then he put his palms on the back of my head. He pushed forward, preventing me from taking his cock out of my mouth.

- "Put your hands behind your back, and don't move," he said.

Completely surrendered and submissive, I obeyed immediately. Not being able to remove his cock from my mouth was like being gagged by a thick iron bar. I started drooling. The drool was already dripping from the corners of my mouth, my cheek, my chin, and falling to the ground. My whimpering was one of suffering, but the Master was enjoying it, and I was happy to please him.

As the minutes passed, my mouth went numb, I could barely move it, but I made an effort. I endured so he would accept me as his dog, and in the end, he came.

- "You're a horny slut," he spat out as he finished.

- "Look at how you've made the floor all wet. You're embarrassing. You're disgusting."

- "Sorry, sir."

- "You're a fucking disgusting slut, aren't you? Say it."

- "Yes, sir, I'm a disgusting slut, sir" - I said looking at the ground the whole time.

- "Yes, you're a filthy fucking dog," and at that moment I felt the stream of his piss over me. His urine ran down my chest and back, soaking the bra, and with the last drop, he ordered me to thank him.

- "Thank you, sir," I said holding still.

Then he ordered me to stand up, hands behind my head, legs together, and show him how filthy I am.

- "Piss on yourself, you whore."

Within seconds, my panties began to have their fabric wet, soaked, because it was hard for it to come out. It ran down my thighs, soaking the stockings and leaving them quite damp.

"You like it, don't you? You love being a feminine slut. You love being my dog, don't you?" and I said "Yes, sir" without looking at the Master.

There was urine on the floor, a puddle was left, and the Master scolded me as I deserved.

- "Clean it on all fours."

I took a bucket and a rag, got on all fours, and started scrubbing while the Master watched how I cleaned.

- "You're cleaning badly again. You're a total waste. There's too much water to clean so little. Even the dumbest whores know that. You disgust me. And you're dirty and stink of piss. You're disgusting. Get lost. Out on the damn street."

- "Sorry, sir. Sorry. Don't kick me out, please, I beg you, sir," I insisted crying.

- "You have no rights here, you're just an ugly, stinking piece of shit, and I'm going to treat you with the contempt you deserve. Do you want to stay, bitch?".

- "Yes, sir, please, I beg you, sir" - I added, crying.

- "Pull your panties down, get on all fours," he ordered.

I did as he ordered, and he started showering me with a rain of lashes on my still red butt.

- "Count them and give me thanks," he ordered.

- "One, sir, thank you, sir."

- "Two, sir, thank you, sir."

- "Three, sir, thank you, sir."

- "Four, sir, thank you, sir."

- "Five, sir, thank you, sir" - and after the twentieth lash, he unleashed a flurry that I, between tears and pain, kept counting.

- "Illiterate imbecile, you can't even count from one to ten. You're an ignorant and repugnant fool," he said stopping the lashes.

Angry, he took a roll of packing tape.

- "If you don't know how to count, I don't want to hear anything from you," and wrapping seven complete loops around my head and over my mouth, he securely gagged me.

- "Put your pants on," he ordered.

I dressed keeping all the beautiful sexy lingerie, panties, stockings, bra, soaked in urine and with a stench that could be smelled from meters away. I also kept the high heels on, and then he ordered me to close my fists. He taped my closed fists as if they were boxing gloves, covered the gag with a scarf because it was winter, opened the door, we went down the stairs, he opened the door to the street, and he threw me out.

- "Get lost, pig," he said, and closed the door, then the Master went back inside, and I, remembering who I am as best as I could, made my way back home because the tape prevented me from taking the keys from my backpack, changing my clothes, cleaning up, and even speaking. But I deserved the punishment and humiliation, for being a slut, trash, a whore, and human garbage.