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I was woken by a blast of cold water to my face. After returning from the club, Master has made me sleep in the bath. Twice during the night / early morning he had got up and soaked me in his piss. How I wished that was the liquid being used as my wake up call.
Get up. You stink, time for a shower. You can wash me at the same time.
He climbed in with me, adjusted the temperature, and handed me some soap
Without any hesitation, I began to wash Master's chest, moving down to his belly, legs, and then back. Taking in how attractive he was, and how fortunate I was to be his property.
I watched as the water from the shower washed away the soapy residue, I was mesmerised by the wet hair on his chest.
I heard a cough. I looked at him. He had a stern look on his face, but I noticed that his eyes were smiling.
Good Slave. But you still need to get clean yourself. I'm not taking you to breakfast stinking like an urinal.
I had completely forgotten that I too needed to wash.
After I had given myself a good clean including shaving off the growth of hair around my cock, Master stuck grabbed me and held me close to him, I felt his right hand move down the small of my back, resting at the entrance of my hole. He inserted two fingers, hard and deep, and gave them a twist. He slowly with drew, and held them against my nose.
You're going to suck these, and then tell me if you think that hole is clean enough.
Thankfully my answer was "Yes Master. "
Good, Now get out, We need to dry off. I stepped out of the bath. I laid a towel on the floor, and held one in my hand. Master used my head to balance his exit from the bath. I then proceeded to dry him, Another opportunity to worship his body.
Finally we were both dry. Master got dressed , leather trousers, a brown leather shirt and a matching tie.
We're eating in the dining room this morning.
I waited for instruction on what to wear .
He threw a jockstrap and me blue with a thick waistband. I
That's enough for you.
I'm giving you permission to walk this morning.
Thank you Master.
I started to get apprehensive at the thought of walking through the Hotel in just a jockstrap, but I wasn't going to question Master's decisions,
I pressed the button for the lift, and then stood behind Master
It opened.
Gregor, good to see you, thought you weren't going to make it
Master stepped in.
Edward. How's things. I had some business to deal with. But I'll still have some inspection time.
Slave say hello.
I had been looking at the floor during this conversation, but fell immediately to my knees , and kissed a pair of shiny horse riding boots.
As I looked up I noticed that behind the boots, a kneeling figure , the face above his nose and mouth covered by a leather hood, his hands behind his back.
Before any other conversation could have been had the doors opened.
After you said Master.
See you later, said Gregor.
Stand, Master barked.
I obeyed and followed him out of the lift.
Ahead of us in the dining room, I heard Gregor say Dog,
I watched as he turned right.
I continued watching as one of the hotel staff crouched and inserted a dog tail plug into his slave's hole, before he, or was it, and it was led, possibly dragged in the other direction.
Room 45 , said Master
Master Edward Sir, so good to see you again? It's been a while since you brought a slave with you.
It's a big week, I thought I better bring something to offer the others.
Dog or Slave, Sir.
Master turned round and said Slave. For today anyway.
Master turned right. I stood still, waiting to be taken in the same way as Gregor's slave or was it his dog.
Master turned round. Come on.
As I walked behind Master I heard a voice say dog.
I watched as Master's chair was pulled back for him. I was instructed to sit opposite. From my seat I saw another slave being led away, a newly inserted tail plug firmly in its arse
Look around/ Master instructed me.
I notice a dozen other leather men, some dressed very informally, in just leather pants, and a Tshirt, a couple like Master, and a few in full head to toe leather including a peaked cap.
Some were dining alone, other accompanied like me with men wearing nothing but a collar and a jockstrap
Now over there. At the far side of the dining area six collared and leashed slaves knelt. Each of them with a dog bowl in front of them.
Before I could fully process this, Master's breakfast arrived. A selection of meat, cheese and bread. A bowl was placed in front of me, it contained what I hoped was porridge. Before leaving the waiter dropped a huge lump of fresh spit on top.
Eat, said Master. It was indeed porridge, cold.
Now look over there. The dogs were being served their dinner. From what I could tell, and smell it was tinned dog food.
Tell me slave, are you glad I didn't say you were a dog earlier.
Yes Master.
I was halfway through my bowl when another waiter came up and spat in it.
They are very attentive here I find, always looking after the slaves.
I looked round the other slaves were slowly eating their porridge, every now and then a waiter would stop and spit.
As I finished my bowl, one of the Leather men approached behind him a slave, naked, except for his collar and jockstrap, his balls I noticed had been stretched and the ball sack was full of piercing.
As it became clear that he was going to be in Master presence for some time I fell to my knees. Master reached over, grabbed my collar and pulled me towards his crotch. He pushed me head in so I was inhaling his leathers.
Morning Ed, so finally mixing with us in the day time, thought this slave of yours only came out at night.
I thought I'd pace hime, don't want to scare him before the big day. But what do you think?
Fine damn fine. Could be popular.
And yours
Had him five years. Possibly time for a change, we need to see what's on offer.
Just a couple of days left to test the market as they say.
See you later.
With that it was just Master, and me, inhaling his gorgeous smelling leathers.
He tapped my head. Out. You need to get ready. Some sightseeing this morning, You'll be hard at work this afternoon, and this evening. I followed Master out, the dining room was now almost empty, the Master's and slaves had all gone, but at the far side those who had been designated as dog slaves were still there. The waiters, now placing leather mittens on their paws. Obviously their status was not just a breakfast thing, I was even more grateful that Master had said I was a slave earlier.