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Master was assigning us our primary duties for the day.
We were to greet John's ex as the carriage arrived. His new husband would be there waiting for him; we were to then carry them both to the reception area by means of two thrones.
During the service and the celebratory dinner we were to be on hand, acting as waiting staff.
Afterwards during the celebratory party we were expected to make our holes available on demand, but in addition assigned a primary role.
I was given the role of bootblack, the dress code had been Leather of skin gear, I knew therefore that there would be a lot of leather that would need taking care of.
Richard was assigned the role of ashtray slave, A ashtray gag would be fitted, but once full he was expected to devour the contents before the process of refilling began again.
Eric and Kurt were on toilet duty, full toilet duty.
Phil was told his duties would be announced later,
Eventually we could see John tottering over the driveway, using the strength he had developed during his gym training to pull the carriage, a task made difficult by the high heel boots, The crack of the whip sliced through the silence of the countryside.
Finally the carriage came to a stop.
The Personal Trainer appeared. In full leather, Muir cap and dark glasses, his dark beard being almost the only visible part of his face. He held out his hand to help the passenger out of the carriage. They gave each other a deep kiss.
John, you know Roberto don't you. Your personal trainer, my new husband.
The personal trainer smiled , as the pair kissed again.
Thanks John, if you hadn't been such a shit husband I'd never have met James. I owe you.
Roberto, moved closer to John, and rubbed his hands over John's back.The leather gloves both cooling and highlighting the whipping that his former husband had inflicted on him. He moved his hands down further, gripping the horse tail / butt plug checking that it was still secure.
That's going to be lovely and wide later. Fantastic.
He then grabbed John's ball sack.As he tightened his grip he whispered into John's year
The sooner this gets locked up again the better. I still don't understand how James was the faithful monogamous one in the relationship,I'm surprised he didn't go out hunting for Bulls years before he finally got fed up with your behaviour.
He unshackled John from the carriage. He clicked his fingers and a short bald man appeared, he nodded to Roberto. Take him away until he's required later.
You he said pointing to Phil - you go too. He watched as John awkwardly walked across the grass in his heels.
Robero turned to James, grabbed his head and gave it a deep kiss
You're closer to being mine.
James smiled but didn't say the word.
They then went and sat on their thrones.
Ok get a move on, Or John won't be the only one with whip marks.
Richard and I lifted James, Eric and Kurt who were significantly stronger carried the more muscular Roberto . It was a journey of only a few hundred meters, but I was glad it was over. When we entered the reception area we were greeted by a group of thirty or so leathermen and a smattering of skinheads and one solitary rubber gimp, who as soon as the cheering stopped fell to the ground placing his head against his Master's leg.
We placed the thrones at the head of the main table. We were unsure what our next move was.
Boots, whispered James, worshipped his boots. The four of us fell to our knees, two slaves against each boot. As a group we kissed and worshipped our allotted boot until James banged a table,
Thank you all for coming on this special day. It's going to be a fun day but first let's eat.
There is a great buffet here waiting for you, and Ed has kindly given us use of four of his slaves as waiters for the duration. Use them as you see fit but please don't take them away from the eating area.. Don't worry there will be other opportunities to use them later. While the guest ate, we slaves stood there making sure that the needs of the guest were taken care of. Either sexually or be walking round with trays of champagne glasses. The four of us were groped, spanked, poked, punched, teased. What made it bearable was the smell of leather and cigar smoke.
I was soon apprehended by Scott, the man who I would once have blamed but was now eternally grateful for sending me to Masters for that interview. I stood to attention as he drank a bottle of beet with one hand , and fondled me with another tweaking and pulling at the ring in my nipple, squeezing my buttock, and sticking in a couple of fingers which I instinctively enveloped in my mouth to clean when put in front of me
Oi Dave come here he shouted. Dave my old employer. Let's see how useful this thing can be.
Down I knelt
On all fours Stupid. I still had the tray in my hand, a dozen empty glasses,
We need that said Dave, pushing me down into the required position. At ground level all i could now see were their leather boots, the silver-buckles shining. My mouth salivated slightly at the sight of them. Ok lets see what your balance is like. The tray was placed on my back. Not bad I thought, then I heard two trousers being unzipped, and the sound of piss being unleashed, filling the glasses, trickles of it falling on my naked back.
Damn I should have drunk more said Scott.
Stay there , I need to find someone with a fuller bladder. I remained in position. Using as much of my core strength and will power to stay still so that the glasses stayed in position, when a pair of DM boots appeared before me.
Look at all these half empty glasses.
The sound of a pair of denim jeans being unzipped before a stream of piss first hit my head and then my back.
Oi Scott these are full now, a shame I had to waste some of it giving him a shower
Scott and Dave reappeared.
Ok now for the next party trick.
The tray was lifted off my back, and I was ordered to stand. Ok place this glass on your head, let's see how long you can go without spilling. In the space of five minutes 6 champagne glasses full if piss had been briefly balanced on my head before my balance failed and the contents poured over my bald scalp as the glass fell off.
Finally I managed to make sure that the seventh stayed, for over a minute.
Dave grabbed it. Well done lifted it up towards me as if he was toasting my success , then threw the contents directly in my face.
He was about to place the 8th glass on my head when James summoned us for the next stage of the celebration.
Dave thrust the tray, with the remainder of the piss full champagne flutes .
You'll need them later.