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Strip In Kneel
I was in the shower naked save for the collar. Master pointed his dick at me and unleashed a torrent of golden rain . As the stream hit my face I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and allowed it to wash over me.
Suddenly a blast of cold water hit me, as Master turned on the shower, I took a deep breath so as not to scream. The water then got warmer, and Master stepped inside.
He handed me the shower gel
Clean me. Starting from his toes I began to wash him. His feet, calves, thigh buttocks . I gently passed my hands over every single inch of his body. As I worked my up over his torso, my hands stretching up to clean his pecs, my dick again began to stir. Again it was easy to ignore it, pleasing Master was the only pleasure I needed.
Master lifted me up, and poured some gel into his hands and began to wash me, finally the smell of piss was being cleaned away. Part of me was sad that I was no longer carrying the scent of Master, but the relief of smelling clean again was huge.
Master allowed me to sit opposite him in the Hotel dining room for breakfast. Besides him a rucksack.
You might need a change of clothes. .Now eat. You'll need your energy, he said. We were both wearing smart clothes, Master in one of my favourite of his outfits, a dark grey suit and trousers, the fabric of the latter tight around his thighs. I was wearing a similar outfit but I could only wish to look as stunning as Master.
As we left the dining room, one of the receptionists came over, lowered his head, and knelt.
Your car will be here in ten minutes Sir. Master touched him on the shoulder, but said nothing.
Ready slave Yes Master , I replied. Let's go
Within a few minutes a car turned up. I opened the door for Master, and waited for permission to join him.
As we sped off he began talking to the driver, who showed an appropriate level of deference.
I understood the word Oui, and esclave.
The driver lit up a cigarette, flicking ash into a cup besides him.
Master spoke again. At a traffic light the driver turned round and handed me the cup, it was three quarters full of ash.
I'm taking you to see a Master friend of mine, Louis here is one of his occasional subs, most of the time a hot shot lawyer, but when ordered too a chauffeur for visiting Dominants. Smokes like a chimney - and smells of one too sometimes. I said he could only smoke if he gave you the ash.
Master grabbed me by the collar, and forced me onto my back, so my head was on his knee.
Open I opened my mouth He tapped some ash into the whole, and the spat Swallow Open , tap , spit swallow Open tap spit swallow He repeated this another three times, Ok let's get this over with. He put the cup to my lips and tipped the remainder into my now dry mouth. He closed my mouth and then covered it and my nose.
He counted to ten, and the released his grip Open He spat in again,
Good slave he said pushing me up Louis had a smile on his face, as he drove into an empty space on a side street. Master indicated I was to leave the car. I walked round, to the pavement side, and opened the door to let him OUT.
Louis was soon off leaving us. Master walked towards the house. Rang the bell, and pushed me back on my knees.
The door opened, It was the Hotel Manager from the night before, dressed head to Toe in leather. Say thank you to Master Gerard for inviting us, said Master. I bent down and kissed his shiny leather dress shoes.First the right, the left.
Master crouched down. I'm leaving you with Master Gerard. I'm going to catch up with one of his other slaves. Apparently he's been looking forward to a good spanking from me.
Master stood up, and handed the leash to the French Master.
Upstairs? The French Master nodded, He looked at me, turned and roughly dragged me along the corridor to what I assume was his living room.
Before we entered, He turned round, Take that jacket off. I obeyed. He then walked closer and grabbed my shirt, pulled firmly and the buttons went flying, another tug and the shirt ripped.
Trousers off now. I pulled them off in seconds.
He walked into the room. On my knees I crawled in and followed him He sat down, I knelt motionless. Waiting for an instruction. A hard slap to my head.
My number one rule, unless occupied with another activity my slave should always be worshipping my feet.
He sat back. I began by lifting his boot - cowboy.
No I looked up.
Any contact with my leathers must begin with the tongue, contacts with any other body part must be minimal.
Sorry Sir.
Looks as if you need instruction.
He lifted his left leg so the boot was resting on his knees. He tapped the sole.
Clean.
I drew my tongue from tip to where the rise of the heel began, removing specs of grime as I did so. The journey across getting longer with each swipe. One, two three, by the twentieth swipe I was taking a good thirty to forty seconds. On the twenty first swipe, as I prepared myself for the journey back to the tip The French Master placed the riding crop against my right cheek, moved it to my forehead and gently pushed me away from the boot.
Next he drew the crop against the rim of the boot where the upper and lower parts met.
He emphasised the journey by wetting the leather covered middle finger, and repeating the drawing process.
Clean
He leant forward until my mouth positioned where he wanted it, he leant back, and tapped my head instructing me to move along the rim. This time he guided me on the entire journey, tapping my temple when he expected me to return. Again this was repeated a number of times on the final return journey he continued to push my head so it went round the tip.
Clean the other side he instructed. I was getting into the rhythm when he said
Halt,
The other boot. I waited for him to lift his foot, instead he stretched out the leg and resting it on his heel tapped the boot.
Clean
For this task I had to crawl onto my stomach, the first thing I almost did was to touch the boot with my hands , when I remembered his instruction. I quickly began to lick, and only then did I start working on the sole. This time I was also permitted to pay attention to the heel. Sole, rim heel. Then I realised that I had neglected the inch or so of heel that was connected to the floor. I rolled over onto my back, and lifting the heel placed it over my mouth and began to lick,
The riding crop hit my shoulder. I took this as an instruction to place his boot on the floor.
He stood up. A towering mass of leather hovered above me. He took a red hanky from his pocket, and stuffed it in my mouth.
That should stifle any screams he said, as he kicked me, and again and again. He used his foot to bring my arm away from my body, and ground his foot on to my hand. Then kick kick kick. My eyes began to burn as the tears welled up from the pain .
He finally stopped, sat down, removed the hanky, and pulled off his boots, then his socks. . Placing each one in turn over my nose, instructing me to inhale.
He stood up again, and placed a foot on my chest then a second, and began to trample.At one stage one foot was in the middle of my chest, whilst the other was crushing the side of my face into his carpet. He jumped off, I was half expecting him to jump back on, my disappointment when he didn't .
From a standing position he worked his foot into my mouth. His toes wriggled against my tongue, he the slowly began to fuck my mouth with it, stretching my gag reflect to its limit.
My eyes were fixed on his, the bore into me as his foot drilled further into my throat.
Having fun? It was Master
What is it about French sub butts, he asked.
You can spank them for hours and they never complain. Of course gagging them first helps.
Both Masters laughed, as my mouth was finally emptied.
I remained where I was waiting for an instruction.
Up I scurried over to Masters' side, I placed my head against his leg.
Gerard. Do the same rules apply regarding pissing in the place. Of course. Only my mother and sister use the porcelain one. Everyone else gets to use the human one. He's settled in quite nicely since you sent him over, Want to look. You know where I keep them. Come on boy, I need to show you something. I led me down to the basement. The strip lighting above gave off a horrible glow. In the corner, hooded, was a tall muscular man. His nipples engorged as a result of the large piercings.
Master went up , and opened up the urinal's mouth, after he finished the slave spoke again.
It was the same voice from the club. It was familiar but I couldn't quite place it.
Paul , recognise this. I shook my head. Master stood behind and lifted up the hood. It was Shane , one of my tormentors when I first embarked on my journey into ownership and slavery.
I recalled the night when he had face fucked me when I was in a sling, having been hired out to his office party. When he still considered himself a Dom Top
The French Master walked in. Not a bad transformation after a few months. Still needs beating now and again, but he's obedient on the whole. He's got the perfect life, nights spent as piss slave in the best leather bars in Paris, and days he's either here, or at the gym, alternating between weight lifting and piss drinking.
Both Master's laughed, So where's the other one? Who ? Jake? I thought you'd never ask Jake - he shouted
A few moments later some heavy footsteps came down the stairs. There stood Jake, if you were to look at his face you would have guessed that he was still that innocent young man tricked into slavery. However the rest of him told a different tale.
Expensive leathers, heavy Biker boots and hanging from the left a collection of floggers. He walked up to Shane and kicked him in the balls, and then approached me.
May I? he addressed, Master who nodded. With one hand he pushed me down and made me worship his boots.
The French Master spoke. Turns out he wasn't the pathetic little wimp that Shane though he was. He'd just been repressing his Sadistic side in fear of hurting someone. So I've been training him.
He's a hit with the older gentleman who wants to submit to a younger Master. Perhaps you should try.
The three Masters looked at each other and laughed,
We returned up stairs, Shane was plunged into darkness. Master noticed my ripped shirt,
That was careless of you wasn't it. It's a good thing I brought this, he said throwing the stiff piss infused T-shirt at me.
Time for us to go, See you tonight I hope