I've just changed jobs and I'm thrilled, now I live in a city that I've always loved, with very handsome, very macho men, and listen, I'm happy as can be. Everything is so, so good, that even surprising things happen, such as the fact that a former MASTER has also moved to the area and you run into him on the street, and, of course, you end up back on your knees, naked, in front of HIM.

You're walking down the street and you hear that name that only one person in the world can call you: "What are you doing here, ox?" (ox because in my language, Spanish, it's an animal, ox because in his second language it means nothing) and before you even turn around, your legs are already trembling with fear, with pleasure.

The MASTER still lives in the countryside, only now he's close to me, an hour's drive away, and I show up at his house, and there's no mercy: "Get naked". The ox is naked and his skin breaks out in goosebumps as a chain is put around his waist, with two extensions to his ankles "Touch my nipples the way I like". I do it, I remember, I avoid eye contact, he only lets me look at him in one way, I'll tell you soon.

It's beyond my control, when I'm with HIM, his words sound imperative and I can do nothing to avoid it. "Remember, if I slap you in the face, don't turn your head or I'll hit you in the ear and that's dangerous. The MASTER takes care of you, but for that, it's essential that you know" of course, the instruction was followed by a slap while he ordered me to follow him on all fours "I like the sound of the chains scraping against the floor, bad beast".

He took me to his bedroom and after sucking him for a while, he fucked me. It's not for the slave to know what the MASTER feels when he's fucking him, but like riding a bike, the slave doesn't forget what he feels, and that's that his pleasure doesn't matter, in fact, I felt pain, but it didn't matter. He pumped for a while with the condom on, until he asked me to lie on my back, and I already knew, I knew that's how he lets me look at his face, because the slave is also dominated with his gaze "Slave, this is healthy, so I'll ask you once: Can I breed you and are you willing to swallow my cum? I won't ask you again, if you say yes, I won't use a condom with you again". And I nodded, right away the MASTER proceeded to breed me.

Satisfied, the MASTER showed me where I would be punished, he handcuffed me to the banister of a staircase and wanted to remind me of his whips "You'll receive five lashes with each one, from least to most painful. I'll punish you when you deserve it, but also when I feel like it, for my amusement... And he proceeded, five by five, twenty-five lashes I received, and the last ones hurt... a lot... and he told me "Repeat: Thank you, MASTER, for educating me".

We had dinner, and watched a movie, HIM in his armchair, me on the floor, dressed in a khaki jumpsuit and feeling the chains between my skin and the fabric,...