Submitting to Master Macho: Chapter 2
Meeting Master Juan
House Slave Fag
At long last, I managed to coordinate dates to stay with Master Macho in Mexico City. I planned to arrive at least a week before those dates, so that I could meet my friends who live there before I'd have to make any modifications that would be difficult to explain to them, like shaving my beard or waxing my legs.
However, once we agreed on the dates, I couldn't manage to find a place that would be ok for having guests coming and going (or as he called them — clients). He's not from Mexico City either, so finding a Mister B&B or an accommodating hotel was necessary, but despite his reassurance, I was afraid that the Mister B&B host or neighbors would have a problem with people traffic, and that most hotels would too. Not to mention, I didn't want to get in trouble with the local police. Another problem was that narrowing my apartment search left me with very few options and they were too expensive, as I didn't want to compromise on a crappy place.
Thankfully Master Macho was able to find a solution. One of his friends had a big house and was willing to let us stay at a guest unit he had. But he had a couple of requirements. He would still charge us for the stay, though at a reasonable rate. The reasonable rate was conditional on letting him pimp me out during that week before Master Macho arrived. At least he agreed I wouldn't have to shave and wax for him, though he too was planning to feminize me.
"It's a win-win!" Master Macho said. "My buddy will ease you into your sissification slowly, just treating you like a bitch and maybe dressing you up a bit, so you'll have a few days to ease into it before I arrive."
Finally the big day came and I landed in Mexico City. I had been really looking forward to this trip for so many reasons. Even if I hadn't had plans with Master Macho, Mexico City is always so much fun, with great places to meet hot guys with big dicks. But of course I was especially looking forward to meeting Master Macho, as I've been hoping to realize this fantasy for so long. He had mocked me, doubting I'd follow through. And I acknowledged I had my doubts too; because I've never been totally sissified, nor formally pimped out, just a little of both. But I was eager to try and — considering my experience with him — I could believe he'd make it happen.
He's such an Alpha. That time at Sexto Piso club he fucked me four times and made me so eager for him, that I agreed to take dick from a chubby guy I wasn't really into, just in order to please him and show him I’d take any dick for him.
In addition to all this, after talking a bit to his friend who was going to host us, I was looking forward to serving him too. He was young and cocky, but also friendly. He was clear about his expectations, and at the same time reassuring, that he'd guide me, or rather — train me — to meet his expectations.
Another reason I was excited was that I hadn't cum in a week, as he had required. Curiously though, he didn't require me to stay in chastity. He said I'd always be required to be locked in chastity in his presence, but I was allowed to jerk off prior to my arrival. Afterwards it would be discouraged. That's what he said: "discouraged," not prohibited, and I was wondering if that meant anything.
I rang his doorbell and waited. I admit I got a little nervous, being in a foreign city without a real Airbnb reservation and worrying all of this could turn out to be bogus. Was I too anxious or is it good to have some worries to keep me alert? It was actually only a minute and he finally opened the door. A tall young guy, very buff but slim. I was surprised by how young he was, probably in his early 20s. I was already thinking this would add to my humiliation, doing chores and being sissified by a guy twenty years younger than me.
On the other hand, he was so much bigger than me physically, and then he spoke with a thick manly voice fit for a radio broadcaster… that voice made me melt.
"Welcome sissy," he said, smiling at me.
"Uhh, hi Sir," I replied.
"Call me Master Juan, fag," he ordered.
"Yes Master Juan," I acknowledged.
There were a couple of stairs at his entrance and he lifted my heavy suitcase like it was nothing. But then he turned his back to me and walked down the corridor into the house, letting me follow him with all my luggage. I walked past an elegant living room and the kitchen, until he stopped in front of a modest bedroom, dominated by a large bed.
"This will be your room for the week," he said. "Next week I'll put you and Master Macho in a private unit outside, but I'd like to keep you closer to me while you're not required by Master Macho."
"Yes Master Juan, thank you," I said.
He chuckled. "I'm not doing you a favor, sissy. I know you have some commitments to your own work during the day, but other than that, I'm going to make a lot of use of you and your pussy."
"Yes Master Juan, of course," I acknowledged.
"Right. Go ahead and take a shower," he said. "You must be tired from the flight, so I'll take it easy on you today. Before you get in the shower, put your pants, shirts, and underwear on the bed. I'll pick out what I want you to wear and then we'll go out and have an early dinner."
"Yes Master Juan," I replied and proceeded to do as he ordered.
While I was in the shower, he walked in. "Turn the water off and get on your knees in the shower, sissy," he ordered. I did as I was told and when I was on my knees, he pulled out a beautiful dick, large but not huge, a little thick and veiny. I wanted to suck it, but he started pissing on me, first aiming at my body and my crotch, and then at my face and my mouth, making me drink a lot of it. "Good," he said when he was done. "Rinse off and go get dressed. We'll leave soon."
"Yes Master Juan," I said as he started walking away. I stood up to close the shower door and finished my shower.
When I got out of the shower, I expected to find he had chosen the sluttiest items he could find among my clothes, but that wasn't the case. He actually picked out nice long khakis and a tight polo shirt.
"Mexicans lean toward more elegant attire," he later explained, "so I don't want to have you wear something that would project badly on me when we go out together. Of course, I could put you in more elegant feminine clothes, but you're not there yet and we also need to go shopping for better clothing options for you."
He took me to a nice restaurant serving Mexican cuisine, and after some exchange about the menu, he ordered for me when the waiter came to take our order. In order to let me taste his shrimp cocktail, he just picked up one of the shrimp and brought it to my mouth. During the main course, he said "you have sauce on the side of your mouth," and he proceeded to wipe it off with his thumb.
"Sir! That's embarrassing," I couldn't help myself.
"It's Master Juan, sissy," he said, not very discreetly, and I was afraid he'd been overheard.
Sure enough, our waiter indeed heard him, and after clearing our table, he asked Master Juan in Spanish if he and the "putita" (the little bitch) would like anything for dessert. I could feel my face flushing.
"Yes, do you have something creamy to give her?" Master Juan asked him.
"Yes, tell her to follow me," the waiter replied.
I didn't really need a translation and as Master Juan nodded at me, I got up and followed the waiter, slightly nervous. He went into the bathroom and I followed him inside and then into the stall he chose. He closed the door behind me, put the toilet lid down and instructed me to sit on it.
He pulled out an average-sized dick, which was already getting hard. He grabbed my chin and pushed his dick into my mouth. I did my best to give him a good tight suck, hoping it would be quick. He was a young guy after all. His dick got harder and he fucked my face faster, while I kept my tongue's tight grip on his dick. It was just a few strokes and then I felt his warm cum ooze into my mouth. I swallowed and made sure to squeeze all of the cum out and lick his dick clean. "Buena putita!" he said, and walked out of the stall and the bathroom.
I got out of the stall and washed my hands at the sink. I looked at my face in the mirror, a little disheveled and feeling a little thrilled, but not too embarrassed anymore. I straightened myself up and walked out and back toward our table.
Shortly after, the waiter came back with a dark chocolate soufflé oozing creamy white chocolate. "This one is one the house," the waiter said with a huge smile. "Oh don't worry, Señor," he addressed Master Juan. "It's only white chocolate."
Master Juan chuckled and thanked him. "You see?" he addressed me, "there are benefits in putting out."
I didn't look up at either of them, and just dug into the soufflé.
After dinner we went back home and Master Juan showed me around the kitchen and instructed me to prepare him an omelet for breakfast.
"Tomorrow we'll go get you some clothes," he said. "You don't need to dress like a sissy right away, but you could use more unisex clothes with softer colors and more relaxed style, to ease you into things before Master Macho arrives."
"Yes Master Juan," I acknowledged, "but I'm not sure how much I can afford."
"Don't worry," he said. "Clothes aren't so expensive here, and I'll let you use some of the income from your clients toward the clothes."
"Oh," I said.
"Besides," he continued. "I understand you didn't know how to buy lingerie and we have to fix that right away. There's no reason you shouldn't be wearing lingerie under your clothes when staying at my place."
"Umm, yes Master Juan," I said.
"Good girl. Good night," he said and went off to his bedroom.
So many thoughts buzzed through my head, but soon they were drowned out and I fell asleep, as I was exhausted.