I coughed, My mouth was dry and filthy, my face against the floor of the living area, I swallowed the remains of the muck from a third pair of boots. Boss was in his bedroom, I hoped that it was a fourth pair.
Whilst worshipping the third pair he had laughed as he admitted that he'd not cleaned them since before he took control of me. The dirt and much came from a walk in the country with Gunter, and my predecessor slave. The one whose sale as a dog slave I witnessed in Paris.
"It was fun watching it struggle as I forced its face into a pool of mud. It was a week before I allowed him to wash his face. "
My eyes were fixated on the soles, but I knew that he relayed this with a huge smile on his face. Boss by his actions and through his words was reminding me that as far as he was concerned I like all his other slaves with the exception of Gunter was property, an object, a chattel.
It was a relief when hearing Boss returning I looked and saw that he was in socks. I was transfixed , his feet were beautiful, they had so much power over me. My mouth felt that it could not have taken another pair. I immediately felt guilty at the thought that I was disrespecting Boss' property.
A bowl was placed in front of me. The golden liquid was unmistakable.
Don't get too excited, It's Gunters from Tuesday night. Two day old cold piss.
At that moment I could have drunk a year old bowl of piss.
I waited.
Drink. Pig.
I placed my face in the bowl and began to drink. After hours of heavy mud coated boots it slaked my thirst and cleansed my palate.
Finished? Looking in the bowl , I nodded. Answer me. Yes Boss. A hand appeared and lifted the bowl. The other hand pulled my head back, and he tipped the bowl on to its side, and then upended , a few final drops fell onto my face. Almost right. Remind me to add another twenty to the beatings tonight.
Turn round. I turned round , my face looking at the floor. Those socks, His feet. The power A thumb entered my mouth, he used it to lift my head. As he did so he spoke,
Look at my eyes. I looked directly, His face stern, handsome, mesmerising. He moved his head towards, removing his thumb I knew what to expect. I opened my mouth ready to receive his spit.
Look. He said slapping his thigh He was wearing chaps, his cock covered by a white jock. Grabbing the back of my head he pulled my forward and pushed me towards the white cotton. Pushing it in, he ordered me to inhale.
The smell of him filled my lungs. I wanted to devour him, but that I knew was still beyond me So I just lay there and slowly inhaled. The smell of sweat, piss and precum , it was a struggle not to do so. Boss placed his hand on my head and rubbed it.
Good pig. He opened his legs wider and shuffling changed his position, my nose was now in the crevice between his groin and upper thigh. The smell intensified,
Ok Lick He pointed to his upper thigh. Lick, but if I feel a hint of tongue on my dick or balls, I'll rip it out
I have no idea how long as I was there it must have been mere minutes, as it can't have been the most comfortable of sitting positions,
Up, Follow me. He led me into his bedroom.
Look at that mess. When did you clean it last?
Don't know Boss. He went into a cupboard, and threw something at me. It was a clean sheet, and pillowcase. It was the first time since I had arrived that I could possibly be sleeping without the damp stench of old stale piss.
Get that cleaned up. I'm going to relax with a cigar.
I had got used to lying in the corner, only half awake, waiting to be called to either watch Boss feed his pis to Gunter, or to drink Boss's recycled piss via Gunter's dick. Recently Gunter had taken to pissing on me more often, so I was wet and damp most mornings.
As I tidied I found an old jock strap. Master's. I placed it to my nose.in an attempt to rekindle memories. Nothing . I threw it on the floor along with the damp bedding. I made my new clean bed. I smiled , although I knew it would be a matter of time before it was again sodden.
I started to crawl to Boss, then I realised something and returned to the bedroom. When I finally got back in the living room Boss was there smoking a thick cigar, the air was heavy with smoke. He was slowly wanking himself, the head was glistening with precum.
He looked at me. Without a word he pointed to the floor besides him. I crawled over. "What's that in your mouth" He said, the cigar still in his He put out his hand, and I dropped Master's jock strap into the waiting palm.
Explain.
Boss it was Master's jock strap, The only thing of his that I have from my days as his slave. It was a comfort in my early days as your property. Cleaning I found it, and realised that it no longer had that effect on me, no memories, no comfort. Just a reminder of my past. Boss, my future is yet undecided, but my present is with you. I no longer need this
Boss ruffled my hair. He blew a cloud of smoke into my face. I watched as he continued to wank, a squirt of cum exploded over his bare chest. He took the jock strap, and wiped himself clean.
He shoved it into my mouth. Bin it. I looked at him, his mouth was stern, but he had a smile in his eye. I started my crawl to the kitchen, and the rubbish bin.
Then come back here, and you can sniff my feet. I did my best to hide my smile of delight at the treat ahead.