Submitting to Master Macho: Chapter 3

I slept well my first night at Master Juan's home. Despite the thrill from this new experience and my hot young muscular Master, I quickly fell asleep, probably because it was a long day of traveling, which began very early. When my alarm went off, I jumped out of bed, remembering I was expected to prepare Master Juan's breakfast: oatmeal with berries, sausage and eggs. But first I brushed my teeth, put the chastity cage back on (as I don't sleep with it) and I prepared my own breakfast. I had set my alarm early enough to give me extra time to prepare my breakfast and then his.

When I finished eating and preparing his breakfast, I covered it to keep it warm. I took a glass of water for my Master and got on my knees on a little mat which was set at the foot of the stairs to the second floor, where his bedroom was. A couple of minutes later, he came down the stairs, right on time according to the schedule he gave me the night before.

"Good morning, fag," he said as he took the glass from me.

"Good morning, Sir," I said as I looked up at him. He seemed taller than ever from my position at his bare feet. He was wearing pajamas — loose, soft, long gray pants and an even looser black string tank top which didn't hide anything, including his huge shoulders, biceps and pecs, because of its very low cut. I felt inadequate compared to him, in my less sexy long johns and soft thin shirt with long sleeves. The house was still cold from the previous night, so I appreciated that he allowed me to keep my clothes on — for now.

I looked at his feet. They were large and well-manicured with just a bit of hair on them. "You may kiss them," he said.

"Thank you, Sir," I replied and crouched to kiss each of them. They were soft and clean. I could have stayed down there to worship and pamper his feet, but he wanted to start his day and I didn't dare get in his way.

He walked over to the dining table and sat where I had set his breakfast. After emptying the glass, he set it aside, and I brought a water jug to refill the glass for him. "You may go do your chores now," he said. "I'll take you shopping in two hours, when the stores open."

"Yes Sir," I acknowledged. "Thank you." With that, I headed off to do the chores he explained to me the day before. For the morning, that just meant cleaning the bathroom on the ground floor. It actually wasn't such a small task, as he was quite meticulous with his requirements. Besides cleaning the toilet, sink, mirrors, and floor, he wanted me to scrub the tiles in the shower. Clearing what sediment and slight mold which was there was not so easy to do and it required some hard scrubbing. I made a mental note to buy better cleaning products. I just hoped that the results I was able to achieve would satisfy him.

When I was done, I dressed to go out. Again, I had to wear the clothes he selected for me. He chose jeans and a tight tank top, but not just any tank top. He chose from the pile of my kinkier clothes the tank that said "LOCKED." Normally I only wore that tank top and the other items from that pile to kinky bars. I wouldn't even reveal those items on the way to the bars, but hide them under a jacket or another shirt. But he was intent on pushing my limits, well outside my comfort zone.

When I tried to say something to express my concern, he just put his finger on my mouth and said "don't worry, people here don't care about that and I'll be with you anyway. You just worry about pleasing me, got it, sissy?"

"Ah, yes Sir," I said, through his finger, which was still teasingly on my mouth.

"Good girl," he said.

The first store he took me to carried women's lingerie. I was so embarrassed, and I couldn't imagine how he would go about things. It seemed to me impossible to buy lingerie for a guy. What could he ask for? But it turned out that it was no issue for him.

He walked over to a very young saleswoman, and had a quick exchange  with her, pointing at me. I couldn't catch what they were saying from where I was, but I could see she was giggling. Then she started picking up quite a few items from different aisles, including panties, garters, bras, and stockings. Then she signaled for me to follow her to the fitting rooms.

I was so embarrassed, but I needed her guidance. She gave me the items one by one to try on and see how they fit. To my great embarrassment, both she and Master Juan checked how every item looked on me.

I thought the worst would be showing her myself in panties, even though store policy required I wear them above my own underwear—my normal male underwear. But it got worse from then on, mainly because once we found the right size and he chose a few pairs of panties that I would buy. He ordered me to take off the male underwear and put on one of the see-through pink panties, my chastity cage clearly visible underneath.

After getting through the garters and stockings, I was especially uncomfortable with the fitting of the bras, for which I needed the clerk’s help to put them on. She and Master Juan selected a few padded bras that they thought looked good on me. I couldn't see the appeal, but there's no accounting for taste, right?

I was glad to be done, but we had a couple more stops. Next we went to a department store. At least it was early enough so the store wasn't full of customers, but there were more people there than in the lingerie store. Of course it was mostly women in the women's section of the department store, except that there was also one straight couple shopping together and another guy perhaps shopping for his wife or girlfriend.

I was especially nervous about the looks from the guys, though somehow they didn't seem to bother Master Juan at all. But then I realized there was no reason to think they would know I was looking for women's clothes for myself, because I might have been shopping for a woman, just like them. However, my moment of self-reassurance was short-lived, as Master Juan made it very obvious that we were shopping for me. He picked up a skirt and put it against my legs, to see what it looked like on me. He did that again and again, so really, I don't think there was anyone in the whole department who couldn't see what was going on.

I pleaded with him: "Sir, could we please pick a few items and go to the fitting rooms?"

"Just a minute," he responded impatiently, then added "why are you whispering?"

"I just find this embarrassing, Sir," I replied in a low voice, not wanting anyone to hear I was calling him "Sir."

"Get over it. They are strangers," he said. "They couldn't care less. You're doing this for me."

But thankfully he saw the look on my face (I was absolutely  mortified), and then he rolled his eyes and said "fine," as he grabbed my hand while holding a few items in his other hand, and took me to the fitting rooms.

After we figured out my size and he was happy with a couple of items, he asked the saleswoman who was hovering near the fitting rooms to bring us a few more items. I was grateful for that, as I didn't wish to continue to wander around the store like I was looking for women's clothes for myself. Not that there's anything wrong with that...

Finally we were done, as he was satisfied with a number of items he selected, including blouses and skirts in various styles. However, he wanted to go to a shoe store too. I noted that all the clothes came to 6,000 Mexican Pesos, which was roughly 300 US Dollars.

"I know," he said. "That just means you'll really have to put out to clients in order to pay for everything. But don't worry, we got you some really nice clothes and that will make selling your ass easier, sissy. We just need to get you one pretty pair of shoes."

Reluctantly, I followed him to the shoe store. It's lucky that I have relatively small feet, so it was not impossible to find women's shoes in my size. I just needed him to understand he couldn't pick just any pair of heels for me, because I had no experience walking in them. To make the point, I had to walk in a few of them around the store, so he could see how bad I was at it.

Somehow perhaps the experiences in the previous stores had toughened me up a bit because I wasn't as phased as before. Still, the store wasn't empty and I couldn't help but think what was going through other customers' minds when they saw me walking in heels, especially a couple of guys who were there with their girlfriends or wives. To my surprise, one of the guys winked at me as I was teetering on a pair of shocking red shoes with heels which were wide and low enough for me to handle.

"Those are the ones," Master Juan said, obviously noticing the guy's reaction.

Again I was embarrassed, but more importantly, I was glad we had a decision and that we could soon leave the store. As we waited in line for the cashier, Master Juan caressed my ass, even though there was a couple right behind us.

"Are you happy with your purchases?" he asked. "Uhh, I'm happy if you're happy, Sir," I whispered.

"Good answer, sissy," he said, not out of anyone's earshot, to my distress.

Finally we were able to leave, and he dropped me off at his place on his way to his office. Before driving off he told me his cousin Mario would stop by shortly for a blowjob. He couldn't charge him a lot since he's family, he explained, but his cousin would at least pay something and he expected me to give him good service. He said I should also stay in my new pink panties. And just in my panties, since it had gotten warmer by now. Afterwards, I was free to attend to my own work, as long as I was finished douching by the time he got back from work.

The doorbell rang twenty minutes later. I went to open it, expecting to see his cousin Mario, but it was a delivery guy delivering  huge water bottles on a cart. I immediately covered my transparent panties, but the guy seemed completely unfazed. He walked past me toward the kitchen with the cart, apparently knowing his way around the house. "Don't worry, putita," he told me in Spanish. "I'm used to seeing people like you here."

After setting down the water bottles, he handed me the receipt. I thanked him and was going to show him back out, but he stayed put, apparently waiting for his payment. "Oh, I don't have cash," I said, surprised that Master Juan hadn't taken care of it in advance.

"It's ok, putita, it's already paid for," he said. "There's only the matter of the tip. But if you don't have any cash, you can show your appreciation in another way."

I was shocked by the idea that I should give him a blowjob in exchange for a tip, which would normally be just a couple of dollars. But I didn't have time to think, as he already put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I didn't feel I had much of a choice to get this big muscular man quickly out of the house, but the truth was he wasn't bad to look at. He was young and very buff, his shoulders and pits exposed through his overalls with suspenders, as he wasn't wearing an undershirt.

He didn't take the overalls off, but only unzipped his fly, pulling out a surprisingly thick dick. I sucked on it right away, letting it fill my mouth and trying to take it all the way in, until my lips touched the fabric of his overalls. He sighed with pleasure, saying "buena putita" as he held my head with two hands and pushed me on his dick, forcing it into my throat. I gagged, but he was very skilled, finding the right angle to let me deepthroat him, and repeated the motions again and again. I was almost out of breath, but I loved the feeling of the thick dick filling my throat and how I was being used by this muscular delivery guy for just a couple of dollars. His pace got faster and soon he let out a roar as he climaxed and I felt his warm cum flow into my throat. He zipped up, said thanks, took his cart and walked out of the house.

Half an hour later I got a text message from Master Juan: "Someone is supposed to come deliver water bottles. I left a tip for him in a bowl by the blender in the kitchen."

I texted back: "I wish I'd known, Sir. He already came and I didn't have Mexican pesos to give him and he wasn't going to leave without anything."

"What did you do?" Master Juan asked.

"He wanted a blowjob," I replied.

"I'm proud of you, already slutting out like a cheap whore for a small tip. Master Macho will be happy to hear too. But the time he arrives you'll be a professional call girl."