It's eight in the morning.

After saying goodbye to my girl with a passionate kiss, I head to the storage room and dust off a box hidden beneath others. I take out the crop top I bought with him in Madrid, and three Lycra swim trunks, like Speedos. I lay them out on the bed in the bedroom and send him a photo.

He replies immediately:

-"Put on the yellow one, hetero, it makes you look gayer and more like a little slut."

I momentarily get angry and reply:

-"G, I'm not gay, you know I don't like guys."

He says:

-"I didn't say you're gay, but it's undeniable that I turn you on, you like what I do to you and how I treat you, and since I really like and get excited seeing you dressed like that, just put it on and... go ahead, write."

A thousand retorts come to my mind; I start to reply, but I delete it and respond with an "Ok."

He answers with a smile. I could argue as much as I wanted, but here I am, in front of the computer, on a magnificent Saturday when I could go work out, hang out with friends, or do a hundred other things, wearing only a crop top and Speedos.

I read his last sentence and get hard. He's right; it's undeniable. G has turned me on since the day I met him, and he has a power over me that scares me. He has made me cross many of my limits, and only in rare and intermittent moments of lucidity, where rationality still prevails over everything else, am I able to oppose his desires and whims.

Unfortunately for me, it doesn't seem like today is going to be one of those moments. G has ordered me to use the initial of his name to tell our story in detail and publish it on this page to humiliate me.

Dressed like a slut, I open the computer and title my shame while my cock throbs inside the swimsuit, reaffirming this curse I suffer from my nature as a slave:

"CROSSING BOUNDARIES WITH G (I)."

I met G chatting on some SM website in the spring of 2023, without too many expectations. It had been six years since I had had any contact with guys, except for a very brief and mild episode during the pandemic.

Six years where my nature as a slave had remained dormant. My girl and I got married in 2018. My football injury forced me to undergo surgery for the second time. I continued to climb the career ladder, with increasing responsibility and less free time...

In short: little time, few opportunities, and little interest.

I was calm and at peace, thinking that I had left this dark side of my nature behind, as if it had been a passing phase…

To my misfortune, everything changed when I met G. From the first moment, I realized he wasn't just another dominant guy. The way he spoke in the written messages and the audios we exchanged was hypnotic.

At 32, he exuded an uncommon confidence, mastery, and authority. His physique made those qualities even more striking: his boyish face, appeari...