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The next morning I woke up screaming.
I looked up, kneeling beside me was Mark, he had attached two clamps to my nipples and was pulling the chain so hard I feared that they would be ripped off.
About time bitch, I've been awake for an hour. I obviously didn't beat you hard enough last night, those bruises are already starting to fade. He stood up and kicked me in the side, and again.
Thank me then you fucker, he said
Thank you Sir I mumbled
He kicked me again, each time my Thank You Sirs got louder.
30 minutes before I have to give you up. Start showing these boots appreciation. Let's see if you are as good with your tongue as with a set of brushes.
He sat down, and spat on to the leather. I rolled over and crawled towards the boot and began to lick.
Call that licking, I want to feel that tongue on my foot.
He accompanied that with a crack of his riding crop on my butt. I increased the pressure,I felt that I could now feel the individual toes through the leather. I worked my way around the boot away from the toe towards his ankle. As I did I moved onto my back. He used the riding crop to steady my head. I was now looking up at him, someone who was half my age. He used the crop to prise open my jaw, and spat directly into it.
I think my heels need cleaning.
He lifted his right foot and placed it directly over my open mouth, slowly lowering it so it rested over my parted lips . I could feel the pressure on my teeth. Knowing that just a tiny bit of extra pressure could lead to the adoption of dentures I began to lick the heel clean
Then suddenly there was a knock on the door. Master walked in.
Good to see you making use of him. I don't believe in reincarnation but if it exists he's either going to come back as a toilet bowl, or a boot brush.
Master kicked me in the balls, causing me to open my mouth wider and the heel to slip into my mouth. The fear for the integrity of my teeth returned.
Nice bruising. For a young man you know how to make a slave suffer. Keep an eye out for my company, you'll be a perfect employee. You never know you might see this one again on toilet duty. Roberto and the slaves are leaving soon, we need to give them a good send off.
Master grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up. We got to the reception Hall in time to see Roberto emerge Full grey leather from his cap to his boots, in his hand he held a chain which was attached to a beaming Collared James wearing nothing but a Red jockstrap, a further chain led from James belt to John who was on all fours. I assume it was John whose face was obscured by a heavy leather dog shaped mask, his hands covered by leather mittens, and whereas yesterday he sported a proud horses tail today it was a dog tail. The crowd cheered, Roberto waved his hands to silence them
Thank you all again, It's been a fun and enjoyable few days.Having a slave husband is an amazing experience, which I recommend. Now if you forgive me we need to go back inside, this one hasn't had his punishment yet this morning.
As the crowd began to disperse, Master shouted - thirty minutes left to use the toilet facilities, and whoever took my ashtray, can I have him back.
Come with me. I followed Master as he walked away from the party. We entered what looked like an old shed. Inside was Phil, he had been attached to an old saw horse, he was still wearing the high helped boots which had the effect of raising his arse up. The result of this accessibility was evident on the ground below. A huge damp patch.
Master went over, he took off his leather glove and slid his hand in the wide open hole. He retracted it .
Presenting it to me he said - Clean . I held Masters wrists as I licked the slime off his hand, as I liked the last drop off his forefinger he grabbed me by the throat, and pushed me down, my face planted right in Phil's gape. I had no need for an instruction as I slurped the remains of what had gone in his arse the night before.
Ed? It was Dave shouting, is this what you were looking for earlier. Found him sleeping outside my room last night.
It was Richard, he was covered in ash. Master grimaced, as he looked at the empty ashtray. That was going to be your breakfast. You'll have to starve now until we are home. Now untie Phil and follow me.
We untied him and lifted him up. The position he was in had made him stiff and he tottered on the boots he was still wearing.
Fucks sake, said Master - hands and knees, just follow me. All three of you hands and knees. The three of us crawled behind Master as he walked faster ahead of us. Eventually we reached the boxes where Eric and Kurt had been kept overnight. The stench was quite unbearable .
Up. He said poing to us. Get them out. He threw a key at me to undo the padlocks.
Eric first, then Kurt. As I lifted the lid the stench got even worse . The wedding party had a good use of the human latrines that Master had provided. Eric and Kurt struggled from their confinement, it soon became clear that they needed assistance, Richrard, and I offered our hands.
Master laughed as he looked at the five of us. If I ever move to the country , at least I know you will be quite happy living on a pig farm.
But to make sure let's hear you make some nice piggy noises,
Oink, oink , oink. The five of us began to squeal. Louder OINK OINK OINK Louder Louder
Pig farming may indeed be the future. Now to get you all clean.
"Phil lead them to the stable, and carry on squealing "
Arriving back in the stable the straw on the ground began to stick to us, adding an extra layer of discomfort.
OK, come outside. Shouted Master
As we gathered outside , Master was there with a power hose.
Time to get you clean, as the water hit me I wondered what the next chapter of my life as a slave would bring