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Half an hour later, I was kneeling on the floor in front of Boss, my former Master's jockstrap in my mouth.
Boss was sitting down, Gunter's throat was impaled on his dick, in his left hand Boss had a cigarI watched as Boss held the cigar in his left hand whilst using it to guide Gunter's throat along his shaft. Every few strokes, he would push Gunter's head deep into his groin, holding it in place with his right hand whilst he lifted the left to take a deep draw on the cigar.
Besides him, an ashtray, I dared to hope that I would be allied to have access to its contents.
The noise of Gunter's deep breaths and occasional grunt were the only noise in the room Boss finally spoke.
Your Rules.
I've already explained that you will only address me as Boss, and that I like to hear a Slave grunt, moan, and scream when being used by me.
You will address Gunter as Sir.
Gunter addresses me as Master , no one else has that privilege. Similarly Only Gunter has the privilege of either being addressed by his name, or Slave.
Your address is , boy, it, pig , or whatever I decide at the moment. If it's an order and hasn't been prefixed by Slave, assume it is yours to obey.
Understand?
I nodded. A muffled Yes Boss found its way through the jock.
You will serve me and Slave. If he orders you, Obey.
We've been together for twenty years, registered partner for 15, Master and Slave 10, and husbands for 2.
He always defers to me, and follows my instructions. He prioritises me, I prioritise hime, when it comes to sex we are rather vanilla. That's why I own slaves. My sadism needs an outlet.
Boss pushed back Gunter's head, looked directly in his eyes and smiled, he leaned forward, and gave his Slave husband a deep kiss, this was followed by a ball of spit that hit Gunter in the right eye. Gunter's response was to lower his head and resume the deep throating.
Did you enjoy sucking my cock in Paris? Yes Boss
Well try and remember what that was like, you might not get the opportunity to do so for a while.
Most of your experiences of your experiences of me will be second hand.
After each fuck you will clean out his arse, savouring the taste of my dick that I've left inside of him.
Slave is my urinal, you will be his.
I like gagging him until he almost vomits, anything that does come out you will devour.
You will also grow back your body hair, A nice moustache and beard, something that will absorb the smell of the cigars that I smoke, and the moisture from cleaning up after me. So even when you are alone you will always have my smell for company.
You will sleep in the corner of our bedroom, ready to be called upon to serve at night. For the first month you will remain in the apartment, you have no clothes as yet, it will take you at least two weeks before you have earned the right to have a shower, and a month to earn something to wear . It could be longer than my last "it" but one took three months before he was even allowed to have a new jockstrap. He smelled so much that before month four was up he'd been sold to a Russian Scat master
At the moment there will be no need for a cage, the more flesh available to torture the better.
Feet. I know how much of a food freak you are. Good behaviour and obedience will mean extra access to mine. In the meantime you will ensure that every morning I have three pairs of shoes or boots perfectly cleaned and polished ready for me to choose which I wish to wear. Each night you will spend fifteen minutes cleaning the soles of my chosen shoe. Removing the dirt and grime of the day.
Food. I always eat food from a table, you will eventually be trained to cook for me. Gunter occasionally sits at the table beside me, if he has been disobedient he will kneel beside me and eat there. You will eventually have a bowl to eat from, but that could be a few weeks off. In the meantime your food will be dropped on the floor of the kitchen you will eat directly from there.
Expect to be punished daily, for your own failings, but also Gunter's
The cigar was coming to an end. The ashtray besides him was full.
He curled his finger, ordering me to approach. The cigar stub was now in the ashtray. He handed it to me.
Eat. Consider it breakfast.