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Is He My New Slave?

Written by: BondageW

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18-10-2023

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He's from Seville, I'm from Madrid, no fixed place.

We talked for many weeks.

We discussed actions and limits. He was very enthusiastic.

We made his limits clear.

Finally, he says he's coming to Madrid. It's Monday, and he says he'll arrive on Wednesday, that he'll have a rental apartment for two days, and that he always comes to Madrid once a month.

On Tuesday afternoon, we were supposed to clarify where we'd meet. The idea was to first have a drink and get to know each other, and then decide, since I'm looking for something fixed.

Time passes, and he doesn't connect. Wednesday, more of the same.

What anger. But I calm down quickly, thinking that this is very common on the web. A lot of talk and nothing when it comes down to it.

After a year, he writes to me again, and I'm suspecting it's him. He says his name is Carlos.

We both remember, and I end up commenting that I'm very angry with him for what he did.

He apologized and said he regretted what happened a lot. We talked about everything for several days, and finally, he tells me that on the 26th, he's coming to Madrid, and he promises to show up, have a drink, and decide if he wants to be my slave.

26th, 4:30 PM. We finally met, he introduced himself, this time it was real. There was no need to have a drink; we talked a bit, and he decided right there to put himself at my service. We went to the apartment.

He already knew what he had to do as soon as he entered. I went down the stairs and sat on the sofa. He undressed and left his clothes neatly folded, went down the stairs, and got on his knees, giving me his back.

I admired that body, which seemed to already belong to me. I got up and went to inspect everything from behind. I turned until I was in front of him, who was looking, as he should, at the floor. I lifted his face and gave him 4 slaps, 2 on each cheek. I touched him a bit, put him on all fours on a puff that was there, and started whipping his ass with all my might, remembering everything he did to me the first time and that he didn't show up. For his lies and deceptions.

When I got tired, and his ass was very red, I grabbed him by the ear and took him to the bed, tying him up in a cross, face up. I put clamps on his nipples and started inspecting my slave. Caressing, kissing, and searching for all his erogenous zones. Where he had the most ticklish spots, to take into account for the future and know which parts of his body would be for applying punishments and which actions to take when he behaved badly or well.

When I finished, I removed the clamps, which hurt him a lot after the time they were on, and I caressed and pinched them with my fingertips. He groaned a lot and wri...