I was his dog after that first encounter, completely submissive to his will. He called me, told me we were going to meet again for another weekend. We met in Madrid again, and when we arrived at the hotel, the first thing he said was for me to undress. He had the whip ready; I started to feel the first strike... It was the first strike after that first apotheotic encounter, already fully in submission. After a round of strikes, we went out to eat at a restaurant in Cibeles, talked about that first encounter that we would always remember, and I was already submissive and completely surrendered to him. We finished eating and went back to the hotel; I served him shots of liquor, lay down on the floor at his feet while he was on the computer, and licked his feet. Occasionally, I felt strikes across my body; he told me we were going out again through Chueca like that first encounter. And we went out again through Chueca on Saturday night, we went to bed at 4 in the morning, got up on Sunday morning, and had breakfast at Puerta de Alcalá. He accompanied me to Atocha station; I had to go back to Castellón since I had to work the next day, Monday. Well, dog, see you at another meeting, and we’ll talk on Messenger...