Lunchtime, Master was heading to Paris the next day, yet we still had no idea who he was going to take. The tasks had been completed. Was he exerting his control over us by not letting us know until the final moment.
Slaves, in less than 24 hours I will be travelling to Paris, one of you will be with me. As well as having the best mentally prepared slave who I can rely on to obey , even anticipate my commands. Reflecting my power over you. I will also need a slave who looks presentable, one that other slaves will look at in admiration, and Masters will be envious that I'm the one you submit too.
After breakfast we had been instructed to ensure that we were all in our shaved hairless state. Master had made it clear this meant every hair except our eyelashes, and what was inaccessible due to the chastity cage. Nose, hair, arsehole, even the hairs on our toes. Our skin was still stinging from the veet, when he announced that he wanted to have one final inspection.
He was going to call us one at a time to join him in his private living area.
Kurt, Richard and Eric had been seen first, all returned silently to the kitchen. Their thoughts and emotions being hidden behind well crafted poker faces. Next was Phil, the silence the house was suddenly broken by a scream. I looked at the others' faces still not giving an indication of what was happening. Then another scream. Kurt but his lip, but that was the only indication that my inspection might not be entirely pleasant. After one final scream Phil returned. As white as a sheet, his eyes red from tears.
Paul, your turn
I dropped to the floor and crawled out of the kitchen to Master.
He was sitting in his armchair, as I crawled towards him, I saw him snap a pair of latex gloves on his hands.
Stand
He undid my cage.
He started to fondle my balls, a fondle that soon turned into a vice like grip. I took a deep breath otherwise I would have screamed like Phil. As the grip tightened he then began to play with the shaft of my dick. Pulling back my foreskin.
Nice and clean - he said. I had to punish Phil for the state of his.
He roughly rubbed the glans and the piss slit
Turning you on? He asked. I remained silent.
He then began to inspect the rest of me, armpits ,palms of my hands, soles of my feet .
He leant forward and tweaked my nipples, then put one in his mouth and began to chew.
I took a deep breath
He firmly grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and pushed me forward. Couching down he began to stretch my hole. He parted it and I suddenly felt his index finger inside of me, reaching for my prostate.
That must be turning you on?
Silence
He stood up, and faced me.
He opened his mouth wide then closed it. Open he said,
The latex gloves now invaded my mouth, as he began to count my teeth
It took a lot of effort not to gag.
He removed his fingers, held my chin and lower jaw in his hand, and used his thumb to skirt over my lower lip, stopping half way to pull it down and expose my teeth.
He moved closer, his mouth now covering mine. He spat. He released me. My cage was still in his hands.
Go .
I joined the others in the kitchen.
We sat on our haunches as still as possible wondering what was next.
Slaves, dungeon now. Master shouted at us.
Fast as possible , no crawling. Just run
Within a couple of minutes the five of us were catching out breath in the dungeon. The air heavy with the smell of lube, leather, rubber and cigars.
Ok, I need to take some boots with me. I've selected the best pair that each of you polished this week , as well one of your own pairs. So all of you will be making sure that I will have the best polished boots this side of the channel. And if you're lucky polishing the pair that you will be wearing whilst accompanying me.
Master sat down, reached for a book, as he opened it he spoke. .
90 minutes should be enough time for you to get both pairs in perfect shape. Sorry Paul looks as if you have four pairs of laces to tackle too.
As I looked down at the two pairs of boots in front of me I heard the unmistakable but comforting sound of a lighter . It wouldn't be long I thought before the room was full of cigar smoke.
I watched as my fellow slaves got to work polishing their boots, Kurt was the only one besides me who had to battle with laces, but he only had two pairs to deal with.
The air got thicker with cigar smoke as I struggled with the unexpected bootblacking challenge.
I began to imagine worshipping the boots in the middle of a French bar, surrounded by other Masters, hopefully complimenting Master for not only the well polished boots but the attention that his slave was paying to them.
Suddenly I heard a thud. Master had closed his book and let it fall to the floor. The final embers on his cigar fading.
Ok. I need to pack. As do you . Take your boots and place them in the hallway, then go to your room and select the following items, three T Shirts, three jockstraps, yellow, red, black, two leather trousers, a rubber one piece, three pairs of socks, a formal white shirt, a pair of jeans. Place these neatly by the boots. If you are the lucky one, then you pack them just before we leave for Paris
Also outside of your room a pair of leather trousers, a Piss slave t-shirt and a pair of boots. You will change into these tomorrow morning if you have been selected.
He reached to a shelf on the table beside him, lifted 5 maroon colourED booklets. None of you look like your passport photos anymore, not now you have no hair. Let's hope they let you through. But which one of you will it be? I might just sleep on it. So get to bed.